Chapter 46: The Milk That Cannot Be Severed

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Lin Xiao had visited Qingcheng four or five times, and every time she saw Xing Jue, her eyes would light up with excitement.

Si Yao was at a loss for words and silently pointed for her to move her luggage into the guest room.

Lin Xiao kept muttering, saying that Xing Jue was a great catch and shouldn’t fall prey to some vixen from outside.

Si Yao’s head throbbed from hearing this. “Look in the mirror at yourself.”

Lin Xiao: …

“If apologies were worth anything, the world would have been at peace long ago!” Zhang Liang mocked Chen Chumo’s childishness over the phone.

While they were engaged in their own struggle, the elderly man with red hair realized that the undead seemed endless. No matter how many he slew, more would surge forward in an unending tide.

“I only heard that there’s a Lazy Bridge outside every city. You’re not trying to fool us, are you?” Bai Ningxi’s fingertips still glowed faintly, her sharp gaze fixed on the man as she questioned him.

The celestial sword shot forward, swift as a meteor, its slashes as elusive as a deer’s antlers, and with sweeping, grand movements, a rain of countless blades poured down, splitting mountains and seas with a mere wave.

“Brother’s home!” Fang Weizhen, sharp-eyed, immediately spotted Fang Weinan just as he stepped into the entryway.

The royal guard of the Golden Phoenix Kingdom looked ready to die with honor. The heavy board landed on his backside, and he clenched his teeth, enduring it as if defending the honor of all the kingdom’s guards. In this moment, he seemed a true warrior, no longer pretending or acting as before.

“This could be tricky,” Ouyang Qing agreed. “But that guy Li Shiyan definitely won’t let us have it that easily.”

When Chen Chumo was brought to the school to report in, Liu Yuan had already spoken privately with the homeroom teacher, Yuan Yuan, discussing Chen Chumo’s special circumstances in depth. Unexpectedly, less than half a day after that conversation, trouble had already arisen. Liu Yuan was somewhat angry.

Even an outsider could spot the flaws—how could Wu Hua himself not know? For the first time, he found himself in trouble with the script.

After climbing the city walls, the soldiers found the city still deserted, with not a trace of the Great Dian Kingdom’s defenders on the streets.

“Shut up! No one wants to hear from you!” the burly, drunken middle-aged man barked.

“Lord Phantom God, how do you know so much about this Mechanical Island? It’s as if you’ve been here before!” Rafik Ackerman looked at Ye Huan in confusion, for Ye Huan’s actions just now suggested an intimate familiarity with the island.

“Why would you say that, Uncle? I truly wish for you to remain and assist me,” Liu Xie suddenly spoke, though as he did, a cruel impulse surged within his heart.

With the boost from the Night Cloak and Wind-Chasing Boots, Wu Tian slipped into the Nie residence without being discovered. However, finding Nie Huixiang’s whereabouts took considerable effort, and only after a long search did Wu Tian finally locate him.

“Congratulations, Father, on your eightieth birthday. I too have a gift for you…” With the Crown Prince setting the example, the other princes also hurried to present their gifts.

“It’s enough that you have this intention. The two techniques I’m promoting will be sufficient for you all to live in abundance,” Lin Mu said with a smile.

The appearance of the first magical treasure gave Luo Fang confidence. As long as he used the Diamond Bracelet to capture the array’s core, why should he fear the formation wouldn’t break?

The atmosphere outside grew a bit awkward for a time; aside from the clanging of jade being chiseled, no one really knew what to say.

A few of the insect people huddled together, discussed briefly, and decided that since Song Tianji wasn’t present and they didn’t have to worry about the formation trapping them, they might as well charge in directly.

If it hadn’t been for Medea’s push, Zhang Ye would likely have been cleaved in two by Gilgamesh’s Enuma Elish.

Upon hearing those two somewhat familiar voices, Xia Mingfeng instantly believed the servants’ report was true. However, from what he overheard, it sounded like nothing was settled yet, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward the main hall.