Chapter 65: I Have Quit Smoking and Do Not Inhale Secondhand Smoke

Right now, the brothers were sitting at a street food stall, chatting animatedly.
The dim street lamp by the roadside and a few kerosene lamps set up at the barbecue stall cast a yellowish glow onto Wen Zongfu's face, throwing shadows that made his facial features appear even deeper and his contours sharper.
Sitting among these brothers, the contrast was a bit too striking...
Sun Quan was now also...

She knew that Liang Qian loved bamboo, especially Tang bamboo, which had slender joints and stood tall and graceful. Ordinary people called it bitter bamboo, but to him, it was a bamboo of joy.

However, Chen Mu did not feel any discomfort; he was already accustomed to being surrounded by Uyghur people. He sat down on a platform alongside Paziler and began to order items.

Yuan Cheng sat silently in his chair for a long time before suddenly sweeping his hand across the table, knocking all the teapots and teacups to the ground and smashing them to pieces. The anger in his heart did not subside in the slightest; it was only suppressed deeper.

Bai Zinan was stunned and did not answer. He also wanted to know why. His heart felt empty, as if he had once lost someone he dearly loved, yet Yan'er was always right behind him, and he could not clearly explain what this sense of loss was.

"Haha, Loriye, are you asking me?" Mosifu first let out a laugh, and then asked with a hint of surprise.

Although he had no idea what kind of mindset his family had, from what others could see, essentially—after saying so much—he hadn't heard a single useful word.

Mu Xiao had actually grown to like Liu Ming. That made sense; when an outstanding young man was by your side, why would you choose to like an ordinary person instead?

"Mister, this isn't tea, take a look." Guoguo showed the shopkeeper the honey-soaked lemons in the jar.

Su Wanluo knew that Yu Yunhan was not afraid. Even if some news became known to others, once it trended on the hot searches, it would be suppressed by Yu's eldest brother.

No wonder he was a character capable of mingling effortlessly with the various imperial tribes of the Northwest region. However, if this fellow were truly transferred back to the Imperial Capital to serve as the chief military commander, who could possibly take over that territory in the Northwest?

"Yes, Commander. I believe the candidates participating in the selection need to be adjusted." Long Bing puffed out his chest and voiced his opinion with courage.

Just as Wang Kai and his group pushed the minion wave into the turret, they finally managed to arrive at the middle lane. Yet, facing the four members of the opposing team, they inexplicably felt a bit timid.

The Emperor of Dayang frowned and looked at Dayang Yuzi. Did she lack even this basic bit of politeness? If this were to spread to the other nations, wouldn't they think Dayang lacked all sense of etiquette?

Extending his spiritual perception outward, Tianxuan soon discovered not far below to his right, a massive, pitch-green crocodile slowly swimming upward.

The crisp sound made her eardrums buzz. Mu Qianxing frowned slightly, staring at the liquid slowly pooling on the ground, and hurriedly lowered her head to pick up the scattered porcelain shards.

By the time Olaf rushed over, the Ahri would probably already have lost her slowing debuff, and Park Jincan still had her third dash ready in hand.

"Uncle-Master." Seeing that it was True Monarch Yutao, Xie Ci hurriedly bowed, his slightly arched torso so stiff that his bones were popping. He had stayed in the alchemy room for seven days without sleep, day and night. Every single breath saw medicinal pills taking shape in his hands, igniting the furnace to refine elixirs, constantly repeating and repeating.

When all was said and done, Wang Kai had simply broken industry rules regarding the matter of establishing his own team.

Ye Qingcheng withdrew her hand, and the hidden figures could no longer restrain themselves, swarming forward to encircle Ye Qingcheng, Xia Xun, and the campfire.

Yet, with their response, the other Beggar Sect members, united in shared hatred, temporarily overlooked his previous misdeeds and joined in the chorus.

Seeing that neither of them was paying attention to him anymore, Xu Zuoyan hid in the back and chuckled secretly, feeling not a shred of guilt about letting Ye Kaicheng take the blame for him.