Chapter 121 Money is Always Scarce When Needed_1

Dawn broke.

Having sat quietly in his room, Liang Qu gave a slight tremble, shaking off a layer of dark ash.

Without having rested all night, he felt no fatigue. His spirit was full, and his energy was abundant, as if the empty room bore whiteness.

As he rose to his feet, his bones crackled continuosly, like firecrackers, and the flow of his blood was such that he didn't feel the slightest chill of spring.

Exhilarating!

Liang Qu strode into the yard, water swirling around his body, cleaning him in one round before pouring into the tree basin. Kneeling before a water jar, he propped his lips open with his fingers.

Reflected on the surface of the water, his teeth were full, even, and brilliantly white.

His teeth were strong as a bow and void of decay. They did not have any odd shapes and could be described as the teeth of one's dreams.