Chapter 54 Spare Me

[Hey, hey, hey, he's getting away! Hurry up and chase him!]
[What the hell, this scumbag actually dares to run?!]
[Catch him, don't let him escape!]
[Rest assured, with those three around, there's no way he can slip away.]
[That's right, Master Zhang, make your move already! We can't let a menace like this escape! The threat is just too huge.]
[Seriously! Master Zhang, hurry up and do something! He's already out of sight!]

Lying on his bed and staring at the dim bedside lamp, Xia Xingchen could not fall asleep. If he refused to get engaged to Song Weiyi, would he be in danger? Now that the invitations had already been sent out and even the character for "Double Happiness" was being hung up at home, how could Vice President Song possibly tolerate him defying the Song family's prestige by calling off the marriage just like that?

Being cared for by the person she loved made the warm and blissful feeling in An Lin's heart grow clearer and clearer.

Remembering how the snow fox had risked its life to save him back then, a wave of warmth washed over him. Was he just overthinking it? Since the Hidden Clan could allow a spirit dragon to dwell inside a human body, what else was impossible?

At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but as those large ships drew closer and closer to ours, and the strange sound grew increasingly distinct, I finally began to feel that something was amiss.

After returning home, I shut myself in my room all day long. For a full week, I hardly ever went out. Although every day was quite dull, that kind of feeling was peaceful—free from schemes, free from the shadow of death, and free from any treacherous maneuvering.

She scrambled up from the ground, instinctively wanting to flee, but was suddenly grabbed by the ankle and violently dragged back.

Diaochan's happiness naturally put Chen Xingyu in a wonderful mood as well, and he happily went sightseeing together with her.

Zhang Jing gave an awkward nod. If the landlady hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have thought of that. It was just that... having just handed his salary over to Chen Shaohua, he seemed to have less than ten thousand yuan left on him. Never mind, he had better get a telephone installed first; it was always embarrassing to keep troubling the landlady.

After taking a stroll around, Wang Ning and I reached the entrance of the village. The moon had not yet risen, and the sky was filled with stars. Looking up, the entire firmament was a breathtaking expanse of brilliance.

"Meijing," shouted Ye Wangba, stopping Ye Meijing from stepping forward to strike another blow. He had finally figured it out: the opponent had been completely calm all along simply because he was toying with the Ye family.

Realizing the true identity of the Kui before him, the rugged man's heart hammered wildly. Lacking even the slightest desire to fight, he turned around and fled.

As for Dayu, he was different; he adapted after walking for a short while. Raising a hand to shade his eyes, he looked out along the Yellow River. He saw that the scenery along the banks was infinitely gorgeous, with rolling mountains, sweeping forests, blooming red flowers, and weeping willows everywhere—a truly picturesque view.

Hilandas knew that having more people outside was useless. The mere fact that Chen Langya could sit right across from him was proof enough of his capability.

Though they had left the mortal world behind at that moment, they were traveling together along the wheel of reincarnation. Chatting and laughing all the way, they suddenly saw a tall, lotus-like mountain peak appear before their eyes. Hand in hand, they soared together and descended upon Lotus Peak on Mount Xihua.

Without time for second thoughts, he swung back the pine wood staff—its tip already splintered—and those wooden spikes lashed directly across the iron fan's face. In the midst of his astonishment, he staggered backward, instantly followed by a shriek of agony.

Hearing this, the Golden Dragon could no longer sit still. Bidding farewell to Guangchengzi in a hurry, he and the Golden Phoenix flew together to the Hall of Miraculous Mist.

Huo Sicheng didn't mind at all, letting out a hearty laugh in which the rest of the table joined. The joyful atmosphere lasted until past eight in the evening. Once the food and drinks were finished, everyone strolled out into the courtyard, chatting and admiring the moon in twos and threes.

Without breaking his stride, Zhao Yan kept his pupils locked onto the golden battle axe in his hand until he finally managed to discern a subtle clue.

After all, Baiyue Yaoyuan had been famous for a long time, and her strength spoke for itself. With her acting as a bodyguard, who would dare to act presumptuously?