Chapter 65: Tit for Tat—Who Fears a Broken Needle?

Just as day was breaking, Zhao Xiuniang rushed breathlessly into the Shen family's small courtyard like a frightened rabbit.
Gasping for air, her face drenched in sweat, she spoke with a trembling voice, "Sister Guilan! Something terrible has happened! Those three major embroidery workshops in the county town have all lowered their prices today! Not a single one of our handkerchiefs can be sold anymore!"
Shen Guilan was squatting in the courtyard inspecting a newly arrived batch of cotton thread, without even raising her head.

"I don't care what you mean by that. That's just how it is. Please send me back to the dormitory; I don't have the strength to go home," Chang Huanxi said after taking a sip of plain boiled water.

The previous day, Wu Weiyi had also been chatting idly with Ke'er Xiayi and mentioned this matter. Yet Ke'er Xiayi had merely worn a helpless expression.

"You dare?" Upon seeing Ye Fan, Xiong Fei felt the intense hostility of meeting an arch-rival. He had just slapped Chen Chao twice across the face a moment ago, and if he were to let Chen Chao return those slaps right here, wouldn't he lose all his face?

At present, Revitalization Powder was completely sold out within Longyuan City, and this person devoid of cultivation was truly providing timely assistance in a time of need.

Even if Suzhou had committed wrongs, there were laws and police; no matter what, Xu Wanqing should never have harmed anyone.

Wen Jiu remained expressionless, resembling an upright gentleman, as if nothing at all had just happened.

She had already turned off her computer, and after waiting and scrolling through her phone for about twenty minutes, Xu Xinanyuan finally came to knock on the door.

In an instant, Qiao Yu was breaking out in a cold sweat, startled by this very thought that had welled up from the depths of her heart.

Upon hearing Liu Chuang's words, Teacher Liu felt a deep sense of relief in her heart. After all, among all the members of the Xiongbing Company, Liu Chuang previously had the lowest ideological awareness. She used to worry terribly about this issue, but now it seemed this problem might no longer be a problem at all.

I angrily stomped my suitcase against the aisle of the carriage, turned back in a fit of rage, and wanted to see which expert had just pushed me.

Lying in bed, she was still pondering how to make arrangements for Zhaozhao. Since Zhaozhao was currently attending a closed summer camp, she didn't need to worry about drop-offs and pick-ups, but what would she do once Zhaozhao's vacation started?

And all he needed to do was hold tightly onto Tang San's coattails just like in the original plot, allowing him to coast along until the final endgame and achieve godhood.

Inside the Zhaoyang Hall, the Sixth Prince could no longer cry. With intermittent sobs, he actually looked quite pitiful.

For three consecutive days, His Majesty refused to see the Empress Dowager, while Fu Yang's corpse had already been decapitated, and he was barred from entering the ancestral tombs.

Within the tranquil ancient temple, the firewood crackled, and only then did the crowd snap back to their senses, looking at the young man standing amidst the wind and rain with expressions of utter disbelief.

Before the bailiff could finish stammering, the fury on Yang Zhi's face grew even more pronounced, and he was instantly on the verge of hurling abuses.

The support and control Soul Masters ascended into the air together, leaving behind only the offensive and agile-attack Soul Masters capable of combat on the ground.

She remembered once going to the Bai Mansion to invite Jin Cheng to return home to consummate their marriage. That night, right before her eyes, he invited Liu Manling to dance. They danced one dance after another, their close-embracing and waist-clasping movements both ambiguous and flirtatious, mutually stirring each other's heartstrings while completely ignoring the fact that she was also present.

Netizens all felt that Shao Xueyi's family spoiled Tiantian far too much. If Tiantian dared to strike her mother whenever she encountered something displeasing now, what would she be like when she grew up?

Although Chen Xingyu was aware of it, he still needed several times the in-game duration to slowly absorb the vast amount of energy he had acquired.

Amidst the blazing fire, Giles, bearing a few charred marks on his body, pierced through the ranks of the Crusader swordsmen and returned to the side of Lord El.

His cultivation realm was so lofty that it could look down upon the entire starry mainland. Facing him as he unleashed the Heaven-shaking and Earth-shattering art, probably only a handful of the older-generation experts from both the righteous and demonic factions could withstand it. Yet after shattering the encirclement of numerous masters, the absorbed worldly vital energy had only been consumed by about half.

"Half a month from now, I will leave only when I am able to move. During this time, my body will fully recover, right, Old Qing?" Qin Mohai smiled toward Qing Lianzi.