"Tch, I did fleece them a little today, but it should still be worth a hundred and fifty!" Gu Yue muttered from the side, then transferred the ten thousand fourth-grade cloud stones into Tang Le's storage ring and put away the six hundred sixth-grade cloud stones herself.
Suddenly, boundless guilt toward Qing Luo welled up in my heart. I had to find him and restore him to the way he used to be. The sight of Qing Luo covering his face and walking away from me flashed through my mind over and over. How much pain must he be in now?
He was determined to force Cheng Chen's family to repay the money today. If they could not afford it, he would take their fishpond. There was nothing to discuss.
"Wang Xuan, wait. Zhi Jie, I'll pay this compensation for you. Just come to the palace tomorrow and cook me a table of delicious food." But before Cheng Yaojin could agree, Li Shimin jumped in first.
Visibly, the glossy black body kept fading, becoming considerably paler in less time than it took to drink a cup of tea.
With that, Jiang Qingqing tossed her hand, and Golden Carp's soul form appeared in the blink of an eye. Village Chief Wang and his companion immediately backed away in horror.
Those last words successfully brought Luo Mingcheng back to his senses. He gave King Xiaoming a complicated look, then turned and withdrew.
"What do you mean, 'then,' you idiot? Get lost! How old is Chu Mo already? If he really waits sixteen years, won't he be in his twenties before he gets married? You're hurting him! What kind of father are you? You son-sabotaging oaf!" Cheng Yaojin had suddenly jumped in, but before he could finish speaking, Wang Xuan shot him down.