Chapter 142: When a Scholar Steps Up, He is Worth a Host of Men

"Big Brother, you are really wrong about this. City folks are different from us country people." Su Youma laughed smugly, "When we drink, we must drink our fill. If it's not enough, we curse. But city people are different; they like refinement."

"Do you understand what refinement is? It's 'pretentiousness, affectation, and showing off.' So a small quantity is nothing to fear. You just need to tell them that having more than three cups is vulgar swilling, and they will definitely never drink a fourth cup in front of you."

"Then you just have to hype up those three cups to the heavens, making it sound as if—"

Allen looked at her somewhat confused, reached out to hand her one of the money pouches, only to find that she seemed to have no intention of accepting it.

No wonder no matter how they ran, they couldn't escape... because the structure of this palace could change at any moment according to Bolesztu's will. As long as Bolesztu wished it, they would never be able to walk out.

Six years ago, a momentary flash of mercy on his part earned him a heavenly secret consisting of three words. In the end, he beheaded thirteen, escaping the certain death trap within the stone chamber. Meeting again by the pool three days ago, he learned the five words from Master Ling Songzi, thinking he had survived yet another calamity, only to realize he had merely bought three more days of life.

Amidst the bustling kitchen, Huo Zicheng personally cooked. Because he possessed the skills of a killer, he was well-versed in pressure points and the use of blades, so slicing the meat and seasonal vegetables posed no difficulty for him. Although he had never cooked anything before, Huo Zicheng always had a sense of effortless mastery.

If given the opportunity, Old Yan would definitely have stayed up all night talking about this topic with Song Xun, enjoying drinks and making merry.

Over here, Prince Zilong was delighted to see Lin Ran and Shanhua bickering like this. He thought to himself, Lin Ran, you have your moments too. Having offended Shanhua, no matter what happens, you will never come to a good end. Even if I can't kill you, you won't survive either.

"Then let's go over and take a look. Maybe we can find some information about the illusion passageway from here?" Lin Xueyao said with a slight smile on her lips and a hint of excitement. However, if anyone else were to witness this behavior, they would probably call her a crazy girl who liked talking to herself.

After the call connected, Linyin was startled because she was extremely familiar with this voice.

As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Lan was also deeply shocked. He never expected that one second they were talking about two families sharing life and death as sworn allies, and the next second their relationship would turn into a feud of irreconcilable enmity.

The Golden Dragon Chariot was ten meters long and over four meters wide. The entire body emitted a black metallic luster, but upon closer inspection, beneath this black outer shell, a dense layer of golden patterns resembling dragon scales was spread throughout.

Bright as the moon, a moonlight-white radiance fell upon the surface of the sea, sending ripples spreading out in concentric circles.

Ding Hao also thought of two other things. If the Old Freak of Xuan Yin had appeared, it meant the matter must have been resolved; otherwise, the Old Freak of Xuan Yin would not have rashly set foot on Exorcism Island.

This situation continued until Earthworm used cleaning the room as a condition, coupled with the fact that Wu Ling'er was scolded by Aunt Xuan for setting the room on fire. Only then did Wu Ling'er change the name "Loser" to "Winner Brother."

Everyone else was busy preparing for war, so how could Wu Aihua remain idle? Wu Aihua's preparations were divided into two aspects: internal and external.

A moment of incense later, Ding Hao slowly began to gather the flames into the palms of both hands. The fire on his body gradually died down, and looking at the cluster of golden-yellow blaze between his palms, Ding Hao smiled broadly.

In other words, this consciousness core was probably the true key; only by condensing the so-called consciousness core could one freely allocate divine sense.

Han Yang took out the commander's seal and a letter, handing them to Yu Ming, which threw Yu Ming into a panic as he said, "General, what is the meaning of this?"

She had not set foot in a movie theater for five years. All these years, she had been immersed in her professional research, working selflessly. Leisure activities like movies had become very distant to her.

Han Chengzhong could read the deep affection in his son's eyes, and naturally understood the meaning behind his son's words. In his heart, he thought, "My son has truly grown up!" Han Xiao had never let him down; this was his greatest pride as a father.