124 Superhero 33

With such an expert from the righteous path providing support, the entire crowd felt as if they had taken a sedative, and a sudden silence fell over the hall.

Arriving outside the first-floor lobby, the families visiting today were already waiting in line to register. The surroundings were teeming with people. Chen Yuan looked around but could not spot Ding Ziyi anywhere.

Luo An began to cough again, coughing up blood once more. His frame seemed even more fragile, and the violent coughing stained his face with an unhealthy, morbid flush. Anyone who saw him would immediately think of the phrase "frail as a reed."

Aside from Sang Ruo, Alfonso looked on with admiration after hearing Babale's words. Even the giant monster seemed taken aback, halting its attempt to rise as if it were momentarily confused.

In truth, what they worship is wealth. The top-tier masters earn just as much as celebrities, without ever having to face the messy complications that stars do.

Chen Yang was at his wit's end. He could not rescue Sun Wukong in the short term, and he certainly could not linger here; otherwise, once the Supreme Old Lord returned, he would be unable to leave even if he wanted to.

Standing quietly at the doorway for a moment, Matou Zouken turned slowly and headed home. In that fleeting instant, his back seemed even more hunched, carrying the air of a fading twilight.

In reality, there was no need for concealment. With martial artists scattered everywhere inside and outside the city—some gathering intelligence, others suppressing chaos—the "Mountain-Shaking Tiger" blended into the crowd without attracting the slightest attention.

Although he himself had no desire to be a hero, in all honesty, he felt a genuine, heartfelt admiration for such true heroic figures.

If anyone else had spoken these words, Jiang Shi would have refused without a second thought, but because it was Chen Yang, he had to consider and ponder them carefully.

If, after her father arrived, Lin Jianlu could not give him a satisfactory answer, it was easy to foresee that she would face a grim fate. After all, the current chairman was still Lin Guofeng, and his authority far outweighed hers.

However, Xiao Ruoli ultimately decided to focus on honing his skills rather than deliberately pursuing rare resources.

It scanned the area, then suddenly looked down at its feet. With a roar, it opened its maw and spat a cloud of black mist toward Lambo.

Perhaps because they had been in the West City for those few days, few people had entered the inn, so the family had slept in a bit late.

Lie Yang had no way of guessing the Seventh Princess's thoughts. He had only intended to avoid the crowd's gaze, but now that he had walked down, he actually felt the urge to relieve himself. After finally managing to squeeze inside, he hooked his heel and shut the door.

Still, a sense of unease condensed into beads of sweat on Toris's face. The fact that greed had not appeared did not mean there was nothing amiss; the silence in the forest made Toris feel a creeping sense of dread.

"I know you're a political science teacher, but aren't you teaching at Xi Gao? How did you end up at Zheng Hun?" This was the point of Lin Fei's confusion.

Liu Xing'er glanced at the old master, then at Old Master Su. For some reason, she felt there was some sort of connection between them.

Sun Quan intended to depose Sun He and crown Sun Liang as the heir apparent. The commander of the Wunan, Chen Zheng, and the commander of the Five Battalions, Chen Xiang, submitted a memorial, citing the historical lesson of Duke Xian of Jin, who killed Shensheng and installed Xiqi, leading to great chaos in the state of Jin, in an attempt to dissuade him. Zhu Ju and Qu Huang also persisted in their remonstrations.

They were generally the same size as the one Lambo had kicked to death, though they wielded a motley assortment of weapons.

The Fifth Mistress of the Lin family offered a faint smile. Su Qingzhi could not tell how much joy she felt, but in any case, she did not appear to dislike it.

"You'll know once you look at her Weibo tomorrow." Lin Mingyue seemed to think of something amusing, her eyes narrowing into a smile.

"If the Mistress finds out, will she think it was you, Miss..." Ping Ling's voice was hesitant, her expression full of worry.

Han Shenyan took the card. Just as he unfolded it, Lin Mingyue leaned over with curiosity.

I have seen the shameless, but never anyone this shameless. Long Hanyang gritted his teeth, yet he could not find a single word to refute him.

"You all eat; I'm going to see what's happening." Auntie Yang was a gossip by nature. Hearing the commotion outside growing louder, she couldn't sit still and scurried out.

"For the past few days, I've turned into a meow-meow every night, and I turn back during the day." Xue Zijun suddenly decided he didn't want to hide it from Qin Huanhuan anymore.

As Su Fengdao said, if others want to fly, let them fly, but they shouldn't try to climb over you to jump, mistakenly thinking that it's their own ability that allowed them to reach such heights.

When Song Jiu's sword rested against his neck, his complexion changed drastically. He had sent the others away, planning to assassinate Yu Liang in secret, but he never expected that just as he was about to strike, someone would jump out to stop him and even subdue him.

As Qin Huanhuan leaned toward him, Chu He reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

It must be said that this father and son duo were ruthless characters. Elder Shi commanded the only army within the Creation Sect, the "Hunters," spending his days slaughtering all kinds of dark forces across the Central Continent. Not only did the dark ones fear him, but even the orc tribes in the Vast Mountains held this pair in great awe.

Just as the brothers were relaxing and preparing to rest, the Vermilion Bird suddenly appeared before them and dragged Yang Fan away.