Chapter 63: Worth a Julian, Desiring Space

“Would you like to buy a blind box?” Qiao Jia asked once again.

“I’ll buy one,” the sharp-faced man replied, nodding with feigned composure.

“What are the prices?”

“Food blind box, two crystal cores. Drink blind box, one crystal core…” Qiao Jia produced a price list she had prepared in advance and handed it to the sharp-faced man.

“I’ll take a food blind box—” The sharp-faced man was just about to purchase both a food and drink blind box when suddenly he noticed something.

Feng Jun felt a bit helpless—after so much hard work, he was merely breaking even. It was disappointing to say the least. If only he spent his time helping others with divination, who knows how many spirit stones he could’ve earned.

Good fortune is like a pancake—you must knead it well, fry it in oil, and bake it over fire. It never simply falls from the sky. The wind in the courtyard was fierce, lifting the snow from the trees and scattering it in an instant, leaving not a trace behind.

Now, he sat upright at the dining table, smiling as Wang Ning brought out plate after plate of comforting home-cooked dishes. From the private room came a sudden shriek, then a young man staggered out, glancing back in terror as though something dreadful lurked within.

Lu Yu watched Deng Meng, searching his memory, and then a faint smile broke across his lips as he said, “You’re Deng Meng? Are you really Deng Meng?” Lu Yu asked.

In the end, it was his former teacher who helped him find a job as a security guard. Knowing his true nature wasn’t bad, the teacher became his guarantor.

When he sat up in bed, he saw He Xiaomo, who had remained by his side, and behind her, a table filled with appetizing dishes. Her eyes were red and swollen, with dark circles beneath—she must have cried for a long time and gone without sleep.

It was clear that Morat was already famished. The moment the milk was handed over, he began to gulp it down greedily.

He had heard something about Feng Jun’s affairs, but at first, he didn’t pay much attention. After all, which county didn’t have a few such figures?

But when the night grew cold, she woke. Had her body grown so weak that even a chill wind could no longer be withstood?

Yuan Biyu also didn’t know why Li Yunmu would speak to Li Ying in such a way, but she could sense he was trying to protect her. To keep Li Yunmu’s lie from being exposed, her performance became all the more convincing.

Perhaps the true remedy was not the medicine prescribed by the doctor, but the doctor himself. This hospital belonged to his father-in-law; everyone listened to him. Perhaps her third aunt had given the order—who could say.

Wang Dan’s home was not far from the beauty salon. After she bought their products and signed up for a membership, certain treatments like facials and skincare were free for her whenever she came.

As for the rumors about those prisons, after they spread from the top-ranked facilities, everything fell silent, as if some dreadful power had suppressed all those beings. Zhang Xianhu only knew about these matters because of his extraordinary background.

Her head was buried in his chest and, from the corner of her eye, she saw Jing Yu’s tense expression, a flicker of anger still smoldering in his eyes.

Fine wounds were left on the palm of the Rahu chieftain’s hand. He glanced at the slowly healing wounds, his expression slightly dazed. If a divine technique performed with an early-stage god’s cultivation could injure four late-stage gods, just how powerful was this divine art?

“Damn it, get in my car!” Ma Yunfeng cursed with a laugh and strode toward the Audi he’d reclaimed as payment for a debt.

By now, Zhang Cheng had lost his wolf, yet he continued his mad dash toward Alesha. He parried the attacking wires where he could, and where he couldn’t, he simply took the blows. Thankfully, with his bone armor strengthened by the fourth-level genetic lock, his defenses had soared—otherwise, he would have been riddled with holes by the countless wires long ago.