Chapter 49 Do Not Force Me to Resort to Force

Without exchanging many words with the old lady, Zhao Weimin took the ration coupons and headed to the supply and marketing cooperative.

The cooperative was suffering from poor business, perhaps due to the bitter cold, as hardly anyone was visiting.

A notice was posted right at the entrance:
"Beating customers is strictly prohibited!"

It looked rather absurd.
Against the backdrop of the principle that the customer is god...

Zheng Xinghua's gaze lingered around the kitchen doorway, following Liu Jinfeng's figure for a moment before turning back to speak with his two sons. Soon after, the two children, Zhong Yao and Zheng Dian, also returned, and the living room instantly became lively.

"Who are you? Why do you intend to take a life the moment you strike?" The middle-aged man asked instead of answering.

"Do you think it's possible that after Ah Xiao returned home, he spoke of matters between you two, and his family elders disapprove of your relationship?" Madam Liu asked with some worry.

When Qin Zidong heard that Zhao Xingying was looking for him, a flash of astonishment crossed his mind, immediately followed by the memory of how she had held onto his hand and how she had run off crying in sorrow. When he finally saw her, his expression became somewhat awkward, and his tone grew a bit distant and polite.

That might be true, but what mother is ever willing to see her child go through countless trials and tribulations just to become as strong and sensible as they appeared now?

When Jiuyou stepped into the hall, Liuli had already settled back onto the imperial throne. He only needed to cast a downward glance, and the difference in status and nobility between them became instantly apparent.

Or perhaps, deep down, he still held a shred of pity for Madam Jiang. Knowing that she had used such a near-self-mutilating method to harm herself, he could not help but feel both enraged and distressed.

From the outbreak of the war in the morning until now, the Shura army, the cultivator army of the Glory Continent, and the Source Beast army had been engaged in battle for several hours.

The crowd, who had been feeling quite dejected, immediately expressed their gratitude upon hearing that they could still acquire the legendary miraculous cultivation technique—even though it was only an introductory one, it was exceptionally precious to them.

Ah Bao, standing on Liuli's shoulder, saw how generous both Liuli and Xinyan were. He hesitated constantly, extending and retracting the bottle in his hand over and over again. In the end, he still placed the bottle into Liuli's palm, though his heartbroken expression provoked continuous laughter from everyone.

"Shopkeeper, business is slow today, so I'll go join in the fun," Lin Yunyan said, turning to the shopkeeper leaning against the second-floor railing upon hearing about the martial arts competition for marriage. Without waiting for a reply, she darted away in a flash.

Transformation ability is temporarily unavailable. Please clear the influence of the dark demonic energy to activate the transformation ability.

What Aochen spoke of was naturally not fighting, but the customary wedding traditions such as hazing the groom and teasing the bridal chamber—customs that were indispensable no matter where a wedding was held.

"Someone is trying to snatch the Eight Gods!" Among the dreamers nearby, someone immediately spotted Tan Wei and shouted in alarm.

This blood parasite must have been that filthy thing Xie Linlong had been unwilling to let Aochen see that day. Having endured such a tragic life and driven by vengeance, he had completely shattered his own bottom line, stopping at nothing. No wonder he considered himself a dead man.

However, it was already too late. Ling Xuan'er, completely unaware of the danger, met Shangguan Wan'er's strike with a single palm. Her entire body was instantly sent flying backward, and she promptly passed out.

Because Xue Ling'er and Lan Shaohua were at the exact same tier of cultivation, both fought with extraordinary effort, leaving them evenly matched for the time being.

Afterward, he leaned down and gently kissed Mifei's soft lips, pouring the entire liquid into her mouth while she remained completely unconscious.

Everyone's attention had long since been captured by the extraterrestrial meteorite in his hand. Such a massive chunk of meteorite was enough to make anyone drool, and they rushed toward Yin Tianchou one after another, eager to snatch it.

In an instant, the scorching sun cascaded down, embracing continuous mountain ranges and earth veins. The fragrance of soil expanded infinitely, and peach trees took root and spread throughout the mountains.

Yet the reality was that their family at least possessed a decent home, an apartment of some seventy square meters.

In the end, he even fabricated some nonexistent romantic love story just to pacify her. The worst part was that he had lied—lied! Lied! And done so twice in a row.

The tub was filled with ten-thousand-year spiritual milk, infused with the essences of seventy-two immortal herbs and plants, accompanied by natural spiritual mist aged over thirty years that billowed and steamed around the bathtub.

By the time Bibi Dong and the other Titled Douluo arrived afterward, they were naturally too late. The distance was simply too great, and even Daochen's corpse was no longer visible; its remains had already been scavenged and divided among the wild beasts of the barren mountains, and who knows, they might have already turned into dung by now.

Tang Shan's expression turned grim. With no way to hide, he could only open his mouth and spit out a red beam of light, directly slicing through the black light wave, and then cutting through the blue light wave as well.

He had everyone carry the children out one by one, placing them in the open space outside so they could breathe fresh air first.

Long Fengyun scouted out the replenishment point for drinking water and, under the pretext of fetching water, seized a moment when no one was paying attention to dump all the croton powder into the water.

Pondering this, Shao Yuyan realized a possibility: could it be that because he had been visiting Team Zhao so frequently these past few days, the mastermind behind the app felt that letting him operate posed too great a risk and therefore wanted to drive him out of the live broadcast stream?

He Jinniu wanted to say something else, but He Yizhou called out to her from afar. He Jinniu stuck out her tongue and hurriedly followed her brother away.

However, if anyone were to witness Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi, they would probably suspect they had learned a fake version of Tai Chi. Calling it Tai Chi, it was essentially nothing more than a push of the hands to the left, a kick to the right, followed by a leisurely turn.

Before long, the energy gathered by the multitude of Sun Wukongs had grown so brilliant that the Earth transformed into a glowing, gigantic luminous sphere. This terrifying energy frightened the Eastern, Western, Southern, and Grand Kai-sama, as well as the Supreme Kai, prompting them to urgently send inquiries to Bulma asking what had happened.

"This must be the lair of the gargoyles. Let's go, we're going in," Jiang Chen said, glancing at the dilapidated building before him.

"Yes, but since he chose to follow you, he places you above all else and will not go against your wishes. If you don't believe me, you can check." Ning Qingyun's expression appeared entirely open and aboveboard.

It might even delay the process of Qin unifying the world and annexing the six states. Therefore, at this juncture, Wang Jian's actions were entirely correct.

There was actually a spiritual stone vein at the bottom of the river. Rong Xianxian currently felt as though she had won the grand prize, her mind spinning slightly.

Ning Qingyun performed the action as smoothly and naturally as could be, identical to Rong Xianxian's usual movements, with a tacit understanding inherent in every single gesture.

Disregarding the anxious youth, Liuyu Bin took a sharp breath and raised his sword to pierce the man's body.

Entering the screening hall, a glance revealed nothing but people. The sound of conversations converged into a buzzing hum, making the atmosphere exceptionally lively.

The three films had an average cost approaching fifty million, which was almost equivalent to three blockbuster hits.

His miserable screams made it impossible to tell whether he was suffering from physical pain or heartbreak. After all, replacing that shattered windshield alone would cost at least several hundred thousand.