Chapter 128: Forced Purchase

Upon hearing that the contract was signed, the manager immediately felt relieved. Ye Feng recounted the entire sequence of events, and the manager listened with furrowed brows. As the manager, he knew Red Sister's character all too well, but she had consistently topped the sales charts and contributed greatly to the company. More importantly, they had a complicated personal relationship. The manager glanced at Xu Xiao, a young woman with a lively appearance, and he had long harbored thoughts about her. Usually, with attractive salesgirls, he could use certain means to...

Encouraged by Boss Che, Uncle Liu also became tempted. In the end, he gritted his teeth and bought two hundred peach trees. However, such a large number of saplings couldn't be transported by cart, so Han Tao had no choice but to let Uncle Liu and Boss Che go ahead first. It was just as well—they could dig the pits in Qinghetun in advance, so they could plant the trees immediately upon returning.

"Let’s act together. This guy is too formidable. To make such breakthroughs in such a short time—if we don't eliminate him, he will surely become a grave threat to both our realms. We cannot let him live!" the Wheel King said sternly to the Tenth Prince You Wen.

Sister Xiangling was quick and efficient, soon inspecting each egg carefully and selecting twenty-three clear, bright ones. Han Tao was reasonably satisfied; out of two hundred eggs, more than twenty were infertile, so the hatching rate was roughly ninety percent.

Three days ago, after breaking through the blockade set by a silver centipede, the two of them had pressed on relentlessly deeper into the Frantic Forest.

"That depends on your cooperation. By the way, when did you learn to transform your qi form?" Liuli asked.

Upon hearing these words in his mind, Lei Yinfeng’s handsome face froze, his complexion shifting instantly from pale to a dark purple-black, a tangle of black lines appearing on his forehead, revealing his deep frustration.

But who could guarantee that this necromantic puppet was really Tu Qianren? The method just demonstrated might well have been a trick to deceive him.

It resembled a massive formation, a type of array Han Yi did not understand at all. If Kōngkōng were here, perhaps he could have shed some light on it.

Han Tao certainly understood what the braided hairstyle implied, but he also sensed Old Xie’s deeper thoughts. Otherwise, Old Xie wouldn’t have accompanied him in drinking so much. How many people, unable to endure such torment, die by their own hand in despair? For someone like Old Xie to survive, it must take immense willpower and faith.

At worst, the Wild Tower would be sunk by the enemy, and Wang Hao might have the chance to teleport onto the enemy’s divine warship before the Wild Tower detonated.

Anyone capable of commanding two Yin-Yang realm experts was no ordinary person. If it really was that Guan Yi, the matter would be far more complicated.

At that moment, a figure resembling a priest stepped onto the Songshi Platform. The bride and groom were probably about to appear, and only then did Ye Han Shan close his mouth.

Heh heh heh, having this illness could almost be considered a skill, like a weasel’s trait—no one could come near, making it impossible for criminals or thieves to strike.

Master Zhiwu smiled wryly: "Of course! Of course! You’re busy~ You’re busy~" With that, he pulled the door open and left the room, his movements filled with the force of wind and thunder, clearly in a sour mood. Upon stepping outside, he didn’t speak to any disciple but descended the stairs directly, followed respectfully by his disciples.

If one wanted to reopen the time-space rift and use the condensed supernatural power to draw the player’s soul over, they would likely need to reach at least the Iron attribute level or even the higher Diamond attribute level.

With that, he set up the workbench and remade an iron sword along with a brand-new set of iron armor. There was no other way—the previous set was reduced to nothing but a pair of tattered shoes still on his feet; all the other armor pieces had been shattered by that guy called “Yu.”

Yet, by some inexplicable impulse, he slipped his phone into his pocket. After all, he knew that although the young master usually wore a cold mask, when he cared deeply, he was more stubborn and determined than anyone else. He feared the young master would be heartbroken if he saw it.