Chapter 60: What? You have to pay to shovel cow dung too?

Ye Siran interrupted the other person and said, "You helped me, and I have no other way to repay you. I will give fifty cents to everyone who helped me as a token of my gratitude."

"........."

The deputy factory director's son was utterly stunned by Ye Siran's move, his handsome face twisting in disbelief.

Moreover, the classic line—"A fleeting glimpse, unforgettable ever since; a radiant youth, disrupting the floating world"—finally found its living embodiment in his heart.

From that very moment, Li Tianyi, the deputy factory director's son, set his sights on Ye Siran and...

Light and shadow parted as a figure spoke in a soft voice, yet imbued with an unquestionable, supreme majesty that made anyone who laid eyes upon them instantly yearn to prostrate themselves in worship.

After saying that, she lost consciousness once more. As the night wind swept across the marshland, revealing her ashen, bruised cheeks, my tears streamed down even more torrentially.

Wright, however, showed no intention of shunning it. In his view, it was so dark anyway that nothing could be seen clearly.

The locator showed that they were taking Lan Ling'er toward the opposite direction of Licheng. What kind of place she was being taken to was something he dared not imagine.

Cao Cao lavished praise on Xun Yu, chatted with him for a long while, and only then took his leave.

Faced with his ruthlessness, Tan Weiwei felt not only heartbreak, but even more so, a profound jealousy toward Lan Jing'er.

Bloodthirsty Batian raised his arm, and the two hundred archers behind him also aimed their arrows at Lu Yang.

We whipped our horses and galloped across the vast white snowfield. The snow gradually melted beneath the rhythmic pounding of the horses' hooves, leaving behind a crunching sound of flying hooves breaking the crust. Accompanied by the brilliant crystalline light refracted from the flying snowflakes, we spurred our horses onward and galloped away into the distance.

Gradually, the night grew deep and quiet outside Yaxuan Pavilion. When they finally emerged, both men were thoroughly intoxicated, as limp as heaps of mud, barely able to support themselves by leaning against the walls. Six figures, evidently green-robed servants from the Liu household, had already arrived. The night wind blew with a chill, and two cyan cloth sedan chairs were waiting—the horses having apparently been returned earlier.

Precisely because of this, expecting him to let Cao Moli go was practically impossible. Even if Cao Moli were to make demands, let alone if the Sect Master of the Myriad Ghosts Sect himself came, he would still react the exact same way.

Hearing the commotion, Hashungrili's father emerged from the bedroom, followed closely by her younger brother and sister.

"I am certain. You can ask my father about this; back then, the imperial court entrusted him with the investigation, and he is very clear on all the details!" Imperial Concubine Ying said hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, the elders instantly perked up. Any member of the demon clan was completely incapable of resisting a celebratory feast. That festive atmosphere of jubilation was so intensely joyful that it transcended mortal bounds. Even Xuan Yuanxiao became somewhat addicted to it, though the endings invariably involved a loss of control, the memory remained unforgettable all the same.

To be honest, if Qin Tian hadn't ordered the car without consulting her first, Ling Ling probably wouldn't have accepted it either. After all, leaving aside what others might think of a teacher driving a sports car, she herself already felt it was completely unbefitting her status.

"Don't you also possess four demon attributes? No! Coupled with your bizarre abilities, you should have five special ones..." Before Xuan Yuanxiao could finish uttering the word attributes, Lieshan Hong flashed a brilliant smile, shook his head, and let purple-gold spiritual energy coil around his palm.

Gradually, darkness fell, and lanterns were hung outside the Qiuyan Palace. The towering parasol trees rustled in the night wind, sending leaves drifting down to the ground, one by one.

However, as he uttered those words, Gongsun Yinbo was himself deeply awed by his opponent's ultimate technique. For the Eight Trigrams Returning to Heaven, reputed to be capable of defending against and deflecting all physical attacks, was now reduced to merely parrying with no power to counter or reflect. Facing such a situation, how could Gongsun Yinbo not be utterly shocked?

Hearing this, Xu Xuanzan signaled to Maonu. Maonu nodded and smiled faintly. After returning the smile, he hastily agreed to his sister's request and went over together to help out.

Of course, to say they didn't remember would not be entirely accurate. Even if someone still recalled the matter, they certainly wouldn't dare to bring it up under such circumstances, so all they could do was earnestly hope that the head of the family would remember it on his own.