"Young man, no need to be polite. I never intended to sell it for ten million in the first place. Seven point five million is the lowest price I can accept. I enjoy dealing with straightforward people the most in my life."
The shop owner completed the transaction with Li Yang cheerfully. Seeing his frankness, Li Yang didn't stand on ceremony any further.
After he put the card away, the shop owner went inside to pack his belongings. Upon returning, he said to Li Yang, "Young man, I wish you prosperity in your future business. I can see you're an expert. I won't be marking the prices of the items inside one by one."
"If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to contact me anytime. I'll be taking my leave now."
"Uncle, wait..."
Although Xi'er hadn't explicitly stated her plans, Bai Shu guessed her intentions due to their unspoken understanding.
Everyone understood Yuan Ming's unspoken meaning and fell into silence.
"Ancestor?" Feng Linglan frowned and slowly stood up, only to feel spiritual energy surge through her palm. With a raised hand, she couldn't suppress it, and a stream of spiritual energy shot out, splitting the nearby tables and chairs into pieces.
Yan Buyu sat in his study, quietly playing chess. A screen concealed his somewhat haggard figure. His white robe was draped casually over him, yet it gave him an air of aloofness that kept people at a distance.
It was no wonder she had passed the marriageable age but remained unmarried, claiming she hadn't found the right person, when in reality, she had set her sights on the Crown Prince.
The Xuan Qing Guard prioritized martial prowess. Holding a position there required a certain level of cultivation as a threshold. Unless one was a special and rare talent, or there were specific considerations from higher up, insufficient cultivation meant no hope of climbing the ranks within the Xuan Qing Guard.
In a desperate attempt to escape, Lin Wan tripped and fell in her terror. Seeing the "Young Master Wei," who had transformed into a vengeful spirit, drawing closer, she cried out Ping An's name repeatedly. Then, her vision went black. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the vengeful spirit had inexplicably stopped three feet away from her.
Su Ziyu, standing behind her, was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He kept gesturing to Feng Linglan, seemingly signaling her to hide something.
This time, it was Feng Linglan's turn to be speechless. Fortunately, his call of "disciple" was soft and unheard by anyone else.
In this situation, Lu Ming's greatest concern was the changes in his mental state. He feared that if he remained in this isolated environment for too long, he would gradually lose some of his fundamental traits as a modern person on a psychological level.
Looking up, he saw Bai Yusi, dressed in pajamas, leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs. His face was flushed with an unhealthy color, his lips were dry and peeling, and there was still blood on the back of his hand.
Song Bingdian had no reason to be indifferent to Cui'er's death. After all, when Cui'er was alive, he had made things difficult for her in every way. Now that Cui'er was dead, he should have been the most delighted. Even if Shangguan Yuxiu saw Song Bingdian secretly smiling in a corner today, she wouldn't find it strange.
Leaving the unconscious fellow behind, Hu Chuchu re-possessed Li Yan's body from behind. Big Face had already taken a seat in the passenger seat. Only then did Li Yan step on the accelerator and drive off.
"Sisi, you've worked hard." Zou Yun looked at Sisi on the bed and the child in her arms. Something began to sprout in his heart, like flowers blooming anew in ruins, a new spring emerging in the desert, life was reviving.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, are you alright?" In the thick fog, a loud noise was heard, and several guards asked anxiously.
The child's cry brought her back to her senses. She looked at the child and decided to protect herself. Even if not for herself, she had to do it for the child. Their current life had finally stabilized.
Han Qi, who had just taken out his phone to scroll through Weibo while sitting in the back seat, was startled. Looking at the expressionless handsome face, Han Qi was a little confused.
Zhao Ziming checked his body and found that he had only not opened his meridians, and his muscles were a bit sore. He breathed a sigh of relief.
Shangguan Yuxiu went to the kitchen to check the dinner for the evening, ensuring it was all of Song Bingyao's favorite dishes. Qiaoqiao meticulously oversaw all the food, personally handling everything concerning Shangguan Yuxiu.