Chapter 52

Han Jing was thrown into a dizzy mess. Seeing that someone had knocked her down and even dared to sprawl on top of her, she was about to shriek in rage when she discovered that the person was actually Su Yun.

Although a wide road had been constructed here, many sections remained unpaved in reality.

Yuli was rarely so flustered, which showed that the previous situation had indeed been extremely perilous. Yet why would the Tiger clan choose to take action personally? Bai Qing wondered.

The fundraising capability of money shops and the purchasing power of merchant firms could further promote the economic development of villages and towns.

The giant bird screeched sharply in the air, then shook its wings, whipping up a fierce gale that swept toward Chen Shan below with a whistling sound.

Many people are like this, unaware of what their fate holds, until suddenly one day, they throw their lives away for nothing, muddle-headedly losing their precious lives. The person fighting Wang Hao is a very realistic example of this.

Facing him, Shen Yueshu felt a tangible and immense pressure, which seemed quite incredible.

However, the Heavenly Eye and spiritual perception were not without limitations; for instance, certain barriers could block their entry. Yet the most primitive limitation was simply the disparity in strength.

"What? Does he... miss you?" Without listening closely, one could hardly catch the pause in Xiao Cheng's words.

While he himself could not clearly see Sun Shengli's movements, he could sense the injuries inflicted upon the four people in the sky.

"Hoo..." The Demon Angel closed his eyes, but because Yaming's delicate fragrance made it impossible for him to remain entirely silent, he had no choice but to take a deep breath to steady his emotions.

The person beside Cheng Jianping leaned toward him, fearing I might launch a sudden attack on Cheng Jianping. Cheng Jianping waved his hand like a boss to signal them to back off.

"Mission completed, please enter the portal." A series of system notifications flooded in. Withered Rose had not yet figured out the situation; she only knew she had inexplicably gained numerous items and successfully completed the adventure.

Ever since Wang Dakun was kidnapped, the Wang family had yet to meet their prospective daughter-in-law, which had the elderly couple terribly worried. Meng Chuanqi decided to directly dispatch people to bring the in-laws to the Meng residence. Firstly, to have both families gather lively together, and secondly, to conveniently discuss the details of the wedding.

Just now, when forcefully extracting the White Fox Demonic Spirit from Feng Xi's body, Xueyun conveyed a message to Xiao Tian through a mental connection—she wanted to devour this demonic spirit.

Suddenly, Zhu Ling's hand grew tremendously large, reminiscent of Luffy from One Piece. But Zhu Ling was different; as her right hand expanded, her body withered away more and more severely. Before long, Zhu Ling's skin became as repulsive as tree bark, and her enormous eyeballs seemed about to burst out of their sockets.

"Of course I'm nervous; every time brings a different challenge." Michelson said this, falling into a brief trance. For someone who had been serving as a Nobel attendant for over a decade, it could hardly be called a challenge; it was more like a tradition.

"Hello, Dad, is it settled?" Hearing the phone ring, Wang Xiao woke up instantly. He picked up the call and asked hurriedly.

"I think we had better leave this place quickly." Elder Chiyun, who had remained mostly silent until now, suddenly spoke up. He possessed the highest cultivation among the five elders, having just barely touched the threshold of the Spirit Division stage, and was also the most knowledgeable elder.

After retreating, Yin Shanyong lowered his head to inspect his condition. The moment he raised his head again, his eyes were bloodshot and blazing with rage, a complete contrast to his previous calm and disdainful demeanor, making him look like an entirely different person.

Lu Xuan was also somewhat startled, not expecting the deterrent power of the Seven-Kill Jade to be so formidable. At that moment, he also grew curious about the leader of the Seven Kills—just who was it that could make Qing Chizi slightly apprehensive?

One day, Yifu went up the mountain to gather herbs as usual. In order to harvest a certain medicinal plant on a cliff, he accidentally lost his footing and plunged down. By the time he was found, he had already breathed his last.

Generally, a prosperous dwelling facing magnificent mountains and rivers without seasonal interruptions is considered the first auspicious sign. Having bridges and roads accessible to carriages and horses facing it is the second auspicious sign, and hearing the morning and evening bells and drums from temples and shrines is the third auspicious sign. These portend thriving descendants and wealth, as well as wisdom and benevolence. However, if located in ominous directions, they bring cruel disasters and premature deaths beyond description.

Yet this agitation triggered the pain of his internal injuries, causing his vital energy to surge upward. He vomited a large mouthful of blood, unable to suppress it at all.

If anyone had been nearby at this moment, they would surely have been shocked by Zhou San's arrogance. Dressed in cheap, black sportswear that offered no function other than comfort, and holding not even a wooden stick in his hand, he charged straight into an area fully covered by heavily armed firepower.

Just as she was about to touch the Gate of Reincarnation, a blast of black and white Qi suddenly overflowed from inside and outside the door, wrapping around the entire Gate of Reincarnation and blooming continuously.

Sizeran's gaze fell upon her face, a faint, ambiguous smile curving his lips. Silently, he took her hand and walked toward his Maybach.

After all, he was a Nine-Meridian cultivator. Although primarily focused on military strategizing, as a martial general, his attainments in martial arts were naturally quite proficient.

Yang Fan turned around to look, only to discover that in a corner of the Zhujiang Research Institute of Science stood a large, white robot, looking much like an inflatable doll.

"Old Wang, isn't it bad for us to rob foreigners?" Zhou San tossed away his cigarette butt and asked the driver.

Under such circumstances, coupled with Hong Shan addressing the young man in front of him as his nephew, was there any need to guess the young man's identity?

Upon reaching the end of the munitions factory, Boss Tan Jinjin appeared before my eyes. I turned around and walked away; there was no need to fight, because at the end of the road, there was no doomsday serum.

"Boss, do you feel better?" Knowing that the treatment had taken effect, Ye Bai was confident in his own techniques. Moreover, the bald man's tightly furrowed brow had smoothed out, and his eyebrows were lifted, clearly showing a sense of great relief.

Outside the window, only the bleak autumn wind blew mournfully, sounding like weeping and complaining, accompanying the emperor's imperial carriage as it traveled farther and farther away. The Qianqiu Palace remained desolate and solitary, so empty that even the wind seemed reluctant to linger.

"Alright, pack up the cake and take it home to eat. It was bought with money, don't waste it." Knowing that Tang Guor would certainly have no appetite after hearing what he had said, Qin Cang did not refuse her suggestion to pack up immediately and go home to rest.