Chapter 48: My Generation Isn't That Low

Xing Lin's sudden and sharp turn caught everyone present off guard. Even Shen Que, who was privy to the inside information, had a sudden change in expression as he cast a vigilant gaze toward Yu Renyou.

Qiao Ruyi's eyes also flashed with surprise, and she immediately raised her gaze to look at Yu Renyou. In an instant, Yu Renyou became the target of public criticism.

With an expression of utter astonishment and awkwardness, he stammered, "Wh-What do you mean? No, why are you all staring at me? What did I do?"

Shen Que wore a cold expression and demanded,

Wang Zhong was hysterical, and Zhou Yinglong was completely unhinged. Perhaps Hou Jingsong had never noticed this vein of madness deep in Zhou Yinglong's bones. Ignoring Wang Zhong's words entirely, Zhou Yinglong kept his eyes locked tightly on Luo Yun.

Word spread from mouth to mouth, passing from ten people to a hundred, and in less than half a day, nearly a thousand people had gathered inside the dilapidated temple.

"Hehe, Brother Feng, after a few days apart, I find that you've changed a lot." Awakened by Feng Shaoming's words, Li Yaoxue covered her mouth and smiled.

The Vermilion Bird divine beast, which usually flew as swiftly as an arrow, now felt the suppressing might of a powerful military soul, and its form began to slow down. It had to flap its burning wings five or six times just to drift a thousand meters forward. However, within this somewhat confined valley, a distance of a thousand meters was already more than enough.

The jade fan in his hand transformed into a streak of light and was cast into the air. The next moment, with a swish, the jade fan unfolded flatly. With a flash of spiritual light, the fan suddenly expanded drastically, while at the same time, a picturesque landscape painting was revealed before everyone's eyes.

Lin Han nodded. He understood Qiu Dong's personality thoroughly: she was decisive, ruthless in her actions, and possessed a strong sense of the bigger picture. Unlike her elder sister Chun Xia, who was somewhat kind-hearted and completely unsuited to be a leader.

Liu Xiaomang also thought of his modified bicycle. He had mentioned last time that Captain Chen should send it over to him, but there had been no news for so long. He would have to go and check on it this time.

Sang Tu cupped his fists in a smile and then retreated behind Ying Qingyun, though he left the guqin resting upon the table.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Taihu hurriedly tossed his gear onto the stone bed, causing him to shriek in a manner that sounded like he was crying to his parents.

However, this time, the billowing wave of energy Qi leaned overwhelmingly toward Elder Bei, rippling outward for more than two hundred miles.

Faced with Lydie's icy-cold gaze, no matter what Burt wanted to say, he had to swallow his bitter words along with his broken teeth.

Her maternal family background was by no means low. Even though her biological father had already passed away, her eldest brother had inherited the title of Duke, and several of her other brothers held imperial enfeoffments. Their momentum was actually even more flourishing than the current Xu family.

What on earth was a tea egg? Xu Feng had no time to ponder that. Doing business? Those mother and daughter had actually started doing business?

In fact, after these people gradually faded from the common people's sight, the greater probability was that they would be secretly executed by the Black-Clad Guards to leave no future troubles.

Did Xi Fuwei feel that her brother's talent and appearance deserved someone better? Or was this clan brother of hers merely a smoke-screen, making the relationship between the two of them suspicious enough to warrant scrutiny, which was why she didn't want anyone else meddling with Shen Qielan?

What the hell! Shen Suixin was merely being fed a piece of meat by another, so why did she have a mistaken sense that she was being force-fed dog food?

Among these, because Kongsang County originally belonged to the shifting sands nation, even more effort had to be spent on winning the hearts of the people to ensure that the local populace shared the same heart as the Southern Frontier Protectorate.

Sure enough, when Ray Dong bet one billion on Long Fei, the super-rich individuals who had initially been somewhat hesitant immediately took a reassurance pill and successively began placing their bets on Long Fei.

As for Chifeng Yu, this seemingly callow and immature youth was even less worthy of fear in Huang Qingyuan's eyes.

The Cangshan boat was not actually very far from the coastline—basically about 100 meters away, which was quite sufficient for fishing. Even if he hooked a big fish, whether such a bamboo fishing rod could haul it up remained a question.

The former was sung by Anita Mui and Xu Zhi'an, which had a higher popularity and sing-along rate, while the latter was performed by Wen Zhaolun, presenting no difficulty at all for Zhang Jin.

"That's right. To have the Mansion's young lady bathe you is a blessing he could not cultivate even in eight lifetimes of fortune. It's enough to make countless young talents in Qingzhou green with envy," Gailuo Huahai remarked.