Chapter 66

Some people seemed to recall the reckless attitude they had when pursuing happiness in their youth; weren't Lin Ling and Xiang Renjie at precisely such an age now?

Just as they entered the village entrance, they saw a crowd of elderly men and women gathered together holding various farm tools and hunting equipment. Upon seeing Xie Tong and the others, they all burst into cheers and jumps.

Long Zaiye wore an ugly expression, smiled awkwardly, and without saying another word, turned around and left! At this moment, he looked exceptionally disheveled, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

"I suddenly understand what the Sect Master said. Long Shaoyun, Shaoyun, has yang! So that's how it is!" Before Qin Hun could react, the Second Elder suddenly uttered another baffling remark.

However, as the reputations of Qi Hongchen and Ning Xiju gradually spread, one person who had been sitting calmly could no longer sit still. This person was Lü Qing, and the one who carried the reputation of Ning Xiju to Lü Qing's ears was none other than Mr. Li, Li Xianqiu.

"Is, is that fellow a madman?" Gazing at the wounded soldiers scattered across the ground, the boss trembled uncontrollably. Amidst the roars of the beasts, he dared not even make a single move.

With no other choice, the doctor had the foreign Taoist priest fill out the forms and arranged for him to undergo various examinations.

The crucial detail was the nine tripods embroidered on his clothing. Many discerning individuals who caught sight of the nine tripods on his lapels instantly changed countenance, stepping back respectfully to the side.

Yang You's eyes turned instantly bloodshot, and he cried out hysterically. He could not accept that Fang Sheng had perished right before his eyes.

However, for the man in the jacket, idle waiting only served to fuel the anger burning within his heart. Disregarding his own safety, he lunged forward once more in a fierce counter-charge toward Zhen Shifeng. The flames wrapping around his body surged like violent waves, and even from afar, their astonishing heat could be felt, as if capable of melting all things in existence.

"Think carefully. Before I invited you to have barbecue tonight, did you eat or drink anything else? You must search your memory thoroughly!" President Wang asked hastily.

To prove my sincerity, I have already spilled every detail about my family's situation. Do you all still think I am someone full of hidden calculations?

Lady Cui was well-versed in reading expressions, and naturally knew that given the current situation, the Marquis's wife handling the matter this way was already giving her some face. Although this face was much less than before, Lady Cui had no choice but to swallow her pride and accept it.

The heavy rain was still pouring. Squads of refugees struggled forward on the muddy roads heading north of Youzhou City. Wearing a bamboo rain hat and a coir raincoat, Yuan Tai, along with the remaining elite masters of the Old Lord Temple, headed in the direction of Shunzhou.

As for the Huaqing Apparel currently owned by my aunt and uncle, it was a wedding gift given to them by my grandfather when they got married. Originally, leveraging the influence of the Mei family, it had become the largest apparel manufacturer in the North China region, but over the past two years, lacking the support of the Mei family, it had dropped out of the top ten.

The war mages at the harbor seemed to have foreseen disaster. Ten catapults discharged a simultaneous volley; most of the stone spheres fell into the sea, but one traced a flawless parabolic arc, hurtling toward the side of a warship.

Song Paiyu's calm reaction left Yang Ming momentarily stunned. Because any man who saw her could never help letting his gaze sweep over her perky breasts and rounded buttocks, yet Song Paiyu merely glanced at her out of politeness and then looked away. While this made Yang Ming feel glad for Su Tingting, it also aroused her curiosity about Song Paiyu.

At this moment, Madame Wang showed not the slightest trace of illness; her face was already suffused with a blissful flush, and one of her hands instinctively rested on her abdomen, feeling as though boundless joy was about to overflow. This was something she had longed for for a truly long time, and now she had finally attained it. Truly, heaven does not disappoint those who strive, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Based on the martial artists they knew, covering six meters in a single step was already inconceivable. Yet the black-clad enemy before them had spanned a distance of about twenty meters in a single stride. They had to remember that they were only a few hundred meters away from that martial artist.

"He probably wants to wait until we all think he has left and departed before taking action!" Priest Jiuyun said.

Jin Ya pondered for a while without figuring out any logical reason, so she simply shook her head and cast all these thoughts completely behind her. She glanced at the place where Mu Yi had left, and then turned and walked away.

The security guard finally let him in. He had bought takeout for Yuan Qiuhua, but she was not working at the company, claiming she had taken sick leave.

A coldness welled up in Wen Yukou's heart; she naturally knew. In her past life, after Jiaoyue died, she and Huayue went to tidy things up and found a letter from Jiaoyue to Cuiyu under the pillow. By then, they already knew about the relationship between the two, and since their appearances bore a certain resemblance, it was not hard to guess.

Beads of sweat the size of mung beans had already appeared on his forehead, and his breathing was slightly ragged and heavy. Yet, he was still gritting his teeth and persisting.

A dangerous arc curved the corner of Zhou Tian's mouth, a sharp glint flashed across his pitch-black eyes, and with a calm demeanor, he spoke.

"Taste this wine and see if it suits your palate." Lan Rongyue picked up the wine pot and personally poured a cup for Yan Canglan.

"Yao Ji, I know well that you understand the principles of music. My zither on the right is called the Five-String Se, a rare and precious treasure. For these past eighteen years, I have failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a father to care for you. To make amends for my dereliction of duty, this Five-String Se shall be presented to you as a father's gift of apology," Yan Wu said to Yao Ji.

At Gan Mi's command, the tail of the Steelix flashed with metallic luster, and amidst a chorus of roars, it lashed toward the Rhyperior.

Xie Jiani said: Technology is so advanced nowadays anyway; as long as you're willing to spend money, you can have a boy if you want a boy, and however many multiples you want. I still have the phone number of that hospital in the provincial capital, do you want it?

"There are some things I don't understand at all, but with me here, I won't let you act recklessly," Yan Wu said to Jiang Sijia.