Chapter 162: Should I Leave, Then?

Shen Guodong asked curiously from the side, "Oh? Could it be that Director Ye was also a manager when he was young?"

Hearing this, Director Ye nodded and said, "That's right. Thinking back, that must have been decades ago. After all, I started out as just an ordinary assembly line worker myself."

Upon hearing this, Shen Guodong was dumbfounded.

Good grief, he had just been trying to be polite, never expecting that Director Ye would actually pick up the conversation. Shen Guodong then asked with a puzzled expression, "Then how did you get promoted to director?"

After all, in Shen Guodong's mind, if one wanted to go from a...

Seeing that Zhantian did not drive the two away, Xing Tian felt even more embarrassed. Afterwards, the two stood tall and rigid behind Zhantian like Vajra statues.

"The moment we move from here, I reckon they will attack us. This must be the territory they guard. That suspension bridge is already broken, and crossing from there is presumably the only path where they won't attack. If we want to get across, we'll have to smash them to pieces," Zhantian said, pointing to five gigantic figures faintly visible in the water.

If one does not know life, how can one know death? In truth, such matters require no posturing, yet most people are constantly putting on a show.

Which cave dwelling had a brick bed with a connected stove? Fortunately, Fuzhou abounded in firewood and possessed plenty of open-air coal mines, so there was no need to worry about fuel for heating and cooking.

Yan Shu carried her upstairs. The bedroom was still in disarray; their clothes were practically torn to shreds, and Jiang Xi's handbag had been tossed onto the floor with the corner of two red marriage certificates sticking out. Yan Shu carried her to the bed and pulled her into his embrace.

In the pitch-black darkness, only this spiritual eye, and he standing above it, were pure white without a single flaw, untainted by any other color, as clean as if washed by water.

As the two were speaking, Gu Jiujiu woke up. The very first thing she did upon waking was to search for Song Yuying.

The Thieves' Sect truly cared little for various heritages, because the diverse precious arts and secret techniques in their possession were simply countless. The only things the Thieves' Sect lacked were cultivation resources, such as medicinal pills, primordial stones, and the like.

By the time those feathered arrows had practically finished raining down, the Khitans realized they had been tricked, but it was already too late.

In fact, General Bulugude had already discovered the problem and reported it to the elderly Prince Yelü Luming, who in turn had informed the Golden Dragon Emperor. However, the Golden Dragon Emperor had expressed no reaction, so... everyone had no choice but to let it be.

Chen Ao's mind raced wildly. Over on the other side, Bai Junya and Chen Liyong, seeing that he still hadn't said a word, assumed their scolding wasn't harsh enough. Thus, they had to muster their energy and persevere, hurling even uglier abuses at him.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact! If the border city fell, none of them would survive. It would be better to let them out now to charge and kill, which would at least alleviate some of the pressure.

The next few months passed peacefully amidst such exploration, as time entered the midsummer of the fifth year of the apocalypse.

The elderly king and his ministers immediately thought of Zhu Bajie transforming into a massive creature in the blink of an eye, who could also ride the clouds and mount the mists. Thus, they instantly believed that Zhu Bajie truly was a demon.

All the members of the major sects present suddenly discovered that Lin Tian's head was covered in lumps, his face was bruised and swollen, his eyes were crooked and his mouth awry, and he was slumped paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily. Where was there any trace of the demeanor expected of a grand master of the Heavenly Demon Sect and a powerhouse at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul realm?

"Thank you for the compliment, young lady. This is only what I should do." Although she found it somewhat strange, Mu Jinghua still replied politely.

Chang'e said, strumming the qin strings. With a *clang*, a string actually snapped. The echoes lingered, leaving Chang'e flustered and vexed.

"Do you know why I kept you here?" Mu Jingxi asked as she sat down in a chair, picked up a teacup, and took a light sip.

Sun Niang deeply sympathized with Sister Xiangmei; she had seen plenty of plays in the brothel about men casting aside their faithful wives after becoming successful. Therefore, she felt all the more pity for Sister Xiangmei.

"What? Wang Chenggui came here again?" Old Qian also sensed the gravity of the situation and asked in a panic.