Chapter 48: I Will Produce Gold Myself-Douluo: Após Vincular o Sistema de Magnata, Fui Forçado a me Tornar um Deus(Cada palavra torna-se um ensinamento.)

Julena frowned as she read the contents of the letter.
“Teacher, it’s not like that,” she explained.
“What is it then?” Bibidong pressed.

Regardless of whether the words in the letter were true or false, Julena’s reputation for abusing her power was already sealed.
Words like bullying others with authority and being arrogant—once they appeared in the letter, it no longer mattered whether Julena had actually done those things.

“Ma Xingyao?” Dantai Mingyue sighed. Such a beautiful name—yet coming from this beast tribe, it sounded like a troublesome star.

“I’ve chased her for many years, but the lady never even looked my way,” Xu Yiran scratched his head, his face full of sorrow.

However, what Putro said was not without reason. Lucifer must still have some reservations about the Dark God King; otherwise, he wouldn’t have let them off back then.

But how did the clan know there was a Soul-Binding Stone here? And how did Incharlet find this place? Bochab scratched his head, unable to figure it out. But for Bochab, it didn’t matter much since he didn’t know much about the clan’s affairs anyway.

Dantai Mingyue found an ATM, withdrew twenty thousand in cash, and handed it directly to the middle-aged man without asking any questions.

“If we go any further, we’ll enter the territory of the demonic path. They say the demonic path is even more tightly sealed than the righteous path’s border at this moment, as if they too fear the righteous sect’s invasion…” Wei Yan thought to himself, a faint smile suddenly appearing on his face.

The remaining beasts tried to flee but were blocked by the Soul Devourer. Wei Yan then struck three consecutive sword blows, after which the beast generals fell one by one.

“Well done, young man!” a blonde foreigner said to Lin Xifan in broken Chinese, giving a thumbs-up.

In France, the Claire family was no ordinary family. Especially now, as the Claire family was on the verge of being completely suppressed, it had become a subject few dared to discuss.

That Ninth Brother had met Hong Qian but, due to the situation, it was not appropriate to seek out Sister Yu alone. He thought that their mother had probably already invited his mother-in-law and Sister Yu. His father-in-law was preparing for exams and couldn’t accompany them. Besides himself, who else could receive them? So he kept this concern to himself.

This year, southern agricultural taxes increased by thirty percent compared to previous years, thanks to the new rice variety. Although the taste was not great, it didn’t matter as long as the harvest was abundant enough to relieve famine. Ninth Brother had been smiling with his eyes nearly closed for several days. Additionally, the commercial taxes for goods escorted to the capital doubled compared to previous years, which greatly surprised Ninth Brother.

This was also due to her establishing authority upon entering the palace. The palace attendants sent from Chongqing Hall were few survivors, and those who lived bore disabilities. Hence, the entire palace feared her.

After finishing, he slowly walked toward the armored warriors. The miners immediately parted to make way for him.

Watching her precious son being tormented, Lion Mother was very displeased. She growled angrily. The big lion turned his head to glare at her, slowly baring his fangs in silent threat. The lioness paced nervously nearby. Despite her reluctance, she dared not provoke the head of the pride.

Zhao Yun sighed deeply before, as if making an important decision, slowly clenching his fists.

Ding Wei, however, said coldly, “The weather is warm with little snow; I’m worried about next year’s harvest!” Poor Ding Wei had once been a graceful top scholar, but since entering the Political Affairs Office, he had been worn down into a gruff old farmer.

Chage decisively ordered a retreat, but his command came a bit too late. After a day of fighting, he lost six to seven thousand men—a loss not worth the gain.

Entering this cold weapon shop, the owner saw a group of people crowding in and immediately recognized them as big customers, becoming very courteous.

The pure and beautiful young woman fit almost every boy’s dream of a sweetheart. Naturally, she had attracted the attention of more than just Luo Keming.