Chapter 52: Favorability Increased

Stunned by the look in Mu Qingyang’s eyes, Mu Xiaohan paled slightly. Regaining her composure, she looked at him with a pitiable expression and said, "Brother, you just came back yesterday, and Mom and Dad wanted me to spend more time with you. We siblings haven't seen each other in years. Are you really trying to chase your sister away like this?" As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

"That settles it then... Brother Ye Tian, it's getting late, let's head home together. These game animals will make quite a few fragrant and delicious dishes!" Liu Ling'er said as she led the horse along.

Outside the school, I made another phone call, but this time it was to Ouyang Hongxue. Damn it, that call didn't go through either.

"Jingyi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Seeing that Jingyi was acting more and more unusual, Long Yi rushed to her side and grabbed her arms, shaking her in an attempt to bring her back to her senses.

"Who can blame me when everyone I like is in the entertainment industry? There's no other way, it's just mutual satisfaction. I also happen to like their glamorous looks—sometimes coy, sometimes radiant," Zhou Mingjian said with curved eyes and a smiling expression, as if recalling something.

Originally, Ye Tian had figured that as long as Liu Ling'er was rescued, he and A Kui would be more than enough to handle Liu Mei'er alone. Now, it seemed that neither Ye Tian nor A Kui would even need to lift a finger.

Beside them, Xiao Ziqian smiled slyly, pulling Bai Muxue into his arms by her slender, willow-like waist. His dark pupils reflected Bai Muxue's feigned anger.

"I still have a vast imperial harem to conquer! Unfortunately for you, I'm transferring to Foreign Languages College tomorrow as well," I said casually while pedaling the bicycle.

Yan Lan chose a seat near the front, though not too close to the podium. There were very few people in this class, and she sat in her row all by herself—an arrangement that suited her just fine.

The teahouse fell silent. With her scholarly demeanor, the listeners found her fascinating and eagerly awaited the continuation of her story.

"Bang!" Finally, Wang Hu shattered that cluster of Samadhi True Fire with a single punch. However, the malignant fierce energy within his body was depleted by nearly a third, which came as a great shock to him. He was certain that when he first went to Xiniu Hezhou a few years ago, Red Boy's Samadhi True Fire definitely wasn't this formidable!

Yang Jun could not help but draw in a cold breath. Based on his years of experience escorting caravans, this place was extremely difficult to attack. Yet seeing that the watchtowers were all decorated with colorful banners, it must be either someone's birthday celebration or a wedding.

In the Dead Desert, the wind and sand were intensely fierce—and not ordinary wind and sand at that. Even immortals who entered would have their souls scattered and meet their doom. The Dead Desert was completely lifeless and barren, a place of utter desolation devoid of any vitality, filled only with endless yellow sand and unpredictable, violent dust storms.

"Ten thousand taels of silver..." He Jingheng stroked his chin, feeling somewhat dizzy at the sum. Ten thousand taels was an amount he couldn't possibly raise, even if he sold himself.

As soon as a hundred tier-three "Flame Talismans" touched the pink "Brocade Cloud Scarf," they detonated one after another, erupting into towering pillars of fire. In the blink of an eye, the pink "Brocade Cloud Scarf" was engulfed in a sea of flames.

Yet who would have thought that Mofei not only remembered him, but hadn't even forgotten his name? While this filled him with excitement and thrill, he couldn't help casting a smug glance at the peers nearby who had been waiting to make a fool of him.

Suddenly bursting forth with such power, this fellow obviously intended to stall Mofei himself so that the military officers could slip past and make arrests.

Luo Feng let out a wail and made no further moves, but the large hand resting upon Qing Lin's chest still did not budge.

Aside from members of the Zhou family and Wang Feng, the only people present were a few staff members and Director Sun's crew.

Although Wang Feng did not know Dr. Gero's exact traits, there couldn't possibly be many people living in such a freezing mountainous region. He could simply sense how many people were in this mountain range and check them location by location; it shouldn't take too much effort.

Signs of it. Yet the fiery might of their entanglements was far more terrifying than ordinary fire. One could only wonder how they had cultivated such remarkable divine powers and magic. In particular, the axe swung by their leader from dozens of miles away possessed such immense might. It was simply too shocking.

Hearing him put it that way, Wen Biqiong blushed slightly and felt extremely awkward. She quickly tried to cover it up with a playful rebuke, "Are you blaming me, then?" Her gaze was full of mischievous intent.

The craftsmanship of the sculpture was exceptionally exquisite. Seen from afar, it looked so lifelike that the monster seemed ready to leap down from the column at any moment. The circle of light rising from the base of the column reached the top and continued onward, tracing all the way along the monster's tail and across its entire body.

These two were none other than the young men he had encountered upon first arriving at Haoyue Residence: Liu Hu, the short-haired youth with pointy ears, and Sun Yu, the blonde youth.

Ye Wushuang turned his head stiffly to look at Lin Xiao, then suddenly let out a few rattling sounds in his throat as he nearly passed out from suffocation.

"Retreat from Cao's troops? Easier said than done," Tao Ji sneered inwardly. If Cao's troops were truly that easy to force back, they would have retreated long ago, waiting for the meager two or three thousand troops in the hands of Liu, Guan, and Zhang? Still, it was just as well. As long as you are willing to leave the city and fight a decisive battle against Cao's villainous forces, victory or defeat, our uncle and we can sit back and reap the profits.

"You say we find that divine throne, but how are we supposed to break the seals upon it? And what methods will those ancient monsters employ?" Yang Tianwen asked suddenly after a brief silence.

On September 13th, at the South Gate of Guizhou City—a gate connected to the Yang River and the Li River, making it the busiest and most heavily trafficked gate in Guizhou City—two unique auxiliary gates had been specially opened to divert the traffic.

"I carry the mission of Lord Dark Night; you cannot treat me this way," Red Wrath cried out in agonizing pain. He screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to invoke his backing.

The moment Zhao Lie finished those words, the expressions of the representatives from several countries below instantly changed.

This was the bare minimum of respect due to Ling Ya; otherwise, let alone himself, even with Ling Ya's current nascent soul cultivation base, how could this Yang Kai possibly hope to stop her?

As if misfortunes never came singly, that pickup truck detained yesterday started acting up again. Xie Hui inserted the key and tried starting it many times, but the engine remained completely unresponsive.