Chapter 57

“Just now, you used that move to trouble Zifan; now, I will let you taste it yourself!” a faint voice echoed from the void.

Xia Fan realized that if it weren’t for the Pluto’s Eye Anna gave him a few days ago, he might still be a useless nobody. If one day he could ascend to the pinnacle of the long cultivation path, harness the mighty forces of heaven and earth, and fight battles of such grandeur, what a magnificent scene that would be in life!

He had thought that man was merely an auxiliary worker for the Security Bureau, but he never expected that even in terms of combat strength, he was so formidable.

Wei Qingqing had also been kidnapped here by Zhao Lingxi because she carried the remnant soul of Xiao Ziling. Zhao Lingxi was uncertain whether Xiao Ziling would resurrect in his own body or in Wei Qingqing’s.

Teacher Yue Yan had led field assessments for years and was experienced. Being an adult, his temperament was far steadier than that of the inexperienced students. Seeing Director Zhang Jianguo so unflinching in the face of danger, he quickly led most of the still-shaken students away. Once they crossed this valley, the Mountain Water Pass would be just ahead, and safety would be assured.

After all, such things were quite rare even in the Fantasy Continent; whether they grew here was uncertain and would require time to find out.

At that moment, Ye Xiang, Shi Gui, and Bu Jingtian all held their breath. How could they not recognize what Ding Qing was wielding now?

Because of the overcast morning, the temperature was indeed low. Gu Ye, having caught a fish, was in a good mood and happily accompanied his grandfather for breakfast without any worries.

“Yes, uncle!” Regalo nodded in response. The ministers were not surprised by his attitude.

“It’s fine. You should give them more chances; I believe they can do well. As for the matter I asked you to investigate, forget it—it’s no longer necessary!” Li Yongle said as he spooned a few mouthfuls of rice porridge and looked up at the other.

“Ugh, so annoying. If I had known, you might as well not have said anything. Now that I know more bad luck awaits me, the pressure is overwhelming!” Xiang Yu said helplessly.

“Ju Wuba!” Xiang Yu immediately recalled that strange figure from the Xin dynasty, that peculiar subordinate of Wang Mang. That fellow was supposed to have been taken down by Jia Fu, who himself was later killed by Xue Rengui.

“This girl, it seems the god is indeed correct, but her divine seal has not fully awakened—only been activated,” Feng Jiu said in a low voice.

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Golden flames flickered and danced between his right hand’s index and middle fingers.

During this period, neither the Qi family nor the Hong sect had troubled Qin Fan again, allowing him a brief respite.

Miao Ziyi sat in her room before a black jar containing several Gu insects. These insects were pure colors—white, black, purple, blue, green, and so forth.

“I think it would be more appropriate if you removed the plural suffix,” Rheinfield said bluntly.

At this point, Old Ma Er, somewhat tipsy, scribbled this strange talisman onto the table for his grandson.

The old monkey first nodded toward Shi Wan’s direction, as if greeting him, with a look of both appraisal and respect.

However, the dishes Huo Yuhuai prepared were all learned on the spot. Although none had failed so far, he was still no match for Sister Huang.

“Mr. Leng, you seem quite unfriendly toward the Yu Decheng family. Do you want me to help you...” Wang Ronghua hesitated, though Leng Guangju was a guest the hall master had repeatedly instructed to treat well.

The village chief’s face bore a sincere expression, making me feel as if I were some savior of the world.

After Jialuo spoke, the other commanders drew a deep breath; if what he said was true, then attacking any city would be a thankless and difficult endeavor.

Even so, Li Miaomiao’s legs felt terribly tired. Without a vehicle, not even a bicycle, she had to rely solely on her own two feet to walk such a long distance.

Early one weekend morning, Ruan Cheng had long since gotten up to tidy up. When she left, Luo Jia was still asleep, and Ruan Cheng didn’t wake her, leaving a note before heading out.

She piled the grain onto the ox cart, followed by a long line of ox carts. Sitting at the front, she slowly swayed into the city.

At this moment, the Liang family’s cultivators who hadn’t signed up for the Spirit Nurturing Technique began to regret it. They never dreamed Lan Xi would oust Liang Yongxing and hand the elder’s seat to the younger generation, earning great admiration from the Liang family’s youth.

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Although Ning Hao had a reputation, after all, he was just a director. It was easy to put on a show before others in the industry, but in front of Wang Duoyu, he dared not pretend.

This was Si Qingxun’s prize, and because of this knife, he had been in a foul mood for some time. Now giving it to her—was he setting a trap?

Behind him grew a dragon’s tail, with a pair of great Peng wings, and in his hand he held an ancient mirror crackling with thunderlight—the holy creature was furious, eyes bloodshot and glaring fiercely.

Every time Luo Qiu ate, she could only eat a little bit, and she couldn’t eat much, lest she burst the wound.

On the other hand, the police inspected the campus surveillance footage one by one, but strangely, only the cameras near Anhe Bridge were missing. The cause was unknown.

After seeing this, Ye Jinnian had a clear idea—these were the marks left by leaf-eating insects.

Just from Ye Jinnian’s words and the incident of last night in that girl’s room, Meng Ci knew he was definitely relapsing. That was why he appeared in her room without reason, and thus the girl saw two completely different sides of him—the one from last night and the one today.

Finally, Lu Yu wrote on the first page of his diary: I hope the smart, lovely, beautiful, and generous Ajiu can hold me to sleep; her embrace is so warm.

Yang Jing knew of this because she was fortunate to have seen it. The male student under the redwood pavilion was the vice president of the student council—something she only learned after recovering this memory.

Gu Meng’s voice was loud, not caring that people beside the car could hear her yelling, and she trampled directly on Guan Chenji’s dignity without any mercy.

The water of Zhaoyue Lake is clear as tears when sunny, ethereal as mist when rainy, and at sunrise it resembles morning clouds crushed into rouge, adorning it with a delicate blush.