Chapter 58: Matchmaking

Weng Yang woke up the next morning and went for a quick morning run. Initially, after moving abroad, she fell ill frequently due to not adjusting to the local climate and water. To boost her immune resistance, she developed the habit of early morning exercise.

However, the reality was quite different. Shen Yichen had never intended for his right hand to touch Chen Luochan at all. While feinting a fierce sweeping motion with his right hand, his left hand executed a stealthy and lightning-fast knife-hand strike, slicing off a lock of Chen Luochan's hair.

"The soldiers of the Divine Martial Camp await your commands," the Minister of the Imperial Household smiled. Upon hearing this, Ye Wuchou felt completely at ease and boldly selected a thousand robust soldiers. Receiving their orders, they departed and were led by the Minister of the Imperial Household to wait for Ye Wuchou outside the city.

The outcome would not change because of mere discussion. Those who had been thinking of conquering the world just a few hours ago were now entirely dejected.

Using his telekinesis, Ivan instantly pieced together the wooden chair that had shattered into dozens of pieces on the floor and pulled it toward himself. As he sat down upon it, with a single thought, he repaired the lightbulb on the ceiling panel.

The reason the power of Galactus is called cosmic energy is because the power within his body originates from another universe, namely, the "destroyed universe."

"When there are others around, you should still call me Old Yang," Li Xingxing said. After finishing his kowtows, Yang易卜 accepted the grand courtesy, stood up, and pulled Li Xingxing to his feet.

However, the thugs were not about to let him go and gave chase relentlessly. His flight only served to boost their momentum. Having run less than ten meters, he suddenly stopped and turned to face the crowd.

He had originally planned to bring the matter up a bit later, but since Dong Jiashui had stirred up yet another incident, he might as well address it all at once.

Meanwhile, his entire body began to condense, finally transforming into a man wearing a blue-and-yellow latex suit and draped in a red cape.

Yet Xing Mantian had never considered the possibility that his own soul might be devoured in reverse by Yang Yibu; deep down, he believed such a thing could never happen.

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone present immediately drew a sharp gasp of air. Although they had already made a rough guess in their minds, hearing it with their own ears carried an entirely different kind of shock.

There were over a dozen visitors, and this humble dwelling was simply too cramped to hold them all, so Chen Yu proposed talking outside. Thus, the "dialogue conference" was relocated to the path by the flower fields, where more than twenty people sat on plastic chairs under the blazing sun and began their first round of negotiations.

After the group had eaten their dry rations, Huang Ting, Wan'er, and the others retreated into the carriage to rest, while Xiao Ran, Wu Zhi, and Yu Changchun remained outside.

"You're here," Chen Xiaoyao said. Those two simple words betrayed an immense sense of exhaustion, likely caused by fatigue of the heart.

Upon returning to the Xiao family estate and first paying respects to his mother and Linger, Xiao Ran ate a quick lunch before locking himself in his room, where he began preparing to refine medicinal pills for his younger sister.

"Don't push people too far! I know you, Han Dong, are a man with backing, but don't forget this isn't your turf!" Brother Hu shouted sternly and coldly.

Hearing this, Dai Jun wore a look of profound depression, yet he still refused to give up trying to salvage the situation: "How can that be the same? Ruoyu, I'm truly different from the others..." But how could Dai Jun's words possibly reach Wang Ruoyu's ears?

"Since you seniors require this kind of energy, I will naturally do my utmost to provide it, but this junior also wishes to ask you seniors for a favor," Zhou Dao said in a deep voice.

Brother Xing stepped out of the car with a cloth wrapped around his arm. Liu Xiaolong's condition was even worse than Brother Xing's; his face was covered in bruises, and his chin was split open.

"Did a homewrecking vixen come looking for you at home?" Wow—she hadn't even been going to work lately, staying cooped up at home every day yet completely unaware of this.

With a cold sneer, Da Luo strode toward Hao Jian, while behind him, a gloating smile surfaced on Red Dog's face.