Mushroom (17)

Nangong Luojing pressed her lips together, gazing into those phoenix eyes brimming with deep affection, as a trace of a smile unconsciously crept up the corners of her mouth.

Regarding the freight yard matter, Chen Ming had already negotiated with almost all the relevant enterprises and institutions affiliated with the largest venue in the Kowloon District, with the sole exception of the district's taxation bureau, which remained unsettled.

Yang Fei'er made some inquiries and learned that Prince Jian's mansion was still a long way off. Walking there would surely exhaust her to death, so she rented a sedan chair from the shop owner and hurried toward Prince Jian's mansion.

"Why did you bring me here!" Gong Moli halted his churning thoughts, looking at Gongsun Yu's smiling face, which somehow looked immensely punchable.

"The divine doctor is right. Heavenslayer, your current task is to obey the divine doctor's dispatches and take care of the Lord. As for this blood feud, I will settle it slowly with Feng Qianxun." Aside from his personal guard, Feng Qianxun currently possessed zero military power and was utterly not to be feared; plotting to crush him to death was entirely possible.

Chu Tianzhao was about to inquire further when he heard a thud in the courtyard, like a heavy object hitting the ground with a loud impact. Chu Tianzhao leaped to his feet, vaulting straight out through the window as a menacing mob surged in through the door. The leader had a face covered in pimples, and his greasy complexion was utterly nauseating.

Yue Qi deliberately put on a pitiful expression. "Alas, for the sake of our past acquaintance, I will treat you to a big meal and find you a place to stay." In his heart, he planned to install her in his new residence first and simply squeeze in with Fatty and the others for the time being, leaving the future for later.

Yet now, they had taken the initiative to call and say it was all a mistake. The whole family, including Yue Qi, was overwhelmed with joyous relief, completely forgetting to curse them out or hold them accountable.

"Yaoyao!!" My pupils shrank violently as I watched Yaoyao fall backward toward the river behind her, and I roared, reaching out a hand trying to catch her.

"Oh? Changed your temperament? You really just came to play chess with this old man out of pureness?" Mr. Wen looked suspiciously at Song Anran.

Lu Luo turned around, looking at the two armored soldiers following behind him, and could not help smiling bitterly as he spoke.

"Qin Feng, don't converse with this damned bald donkey, or before long he'll scheme until even your coffin lid is gone!" Master pulled me back, feeling that if retirement appeared at a time like this, it could only mean trouble.

Time and again, she tried to interrupt this drama, yet he was already too deeply immersed in his role and steadfastly refused to pull himself out.

"Ridiculous! Whether I am good or evil requires no judgment from others! If I wish to leave, no one can stop me!" Leng Xiaoyun's Soul-Drinking Sword flashed from its scabbard, radiating cold light and sudden murderous intent.

"Brother Qin Feng, is, is this the injury you sustained today?" Gu Lingyu's emotions instantly stirred up intensely, only now realizing that dealing with Edogawa Ranga had cost such a heavy price, making her heart ache unbearably.

Having long since acquired prosthetic limb technology, how could the Ninth Bureau let slip such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity without thoroughly studying it?

Tian Xingshi unleashed palms in rapid succession, shattering countless blade flashes, yet the resultant palm force all struck the rattan shields to little avail. Instead, his own body was slashed by the long sabers into a bloody, ghastly mess. Hastily, he retrieved pellets and hurled them in succession, and moments later yellow smoke billowed everywhere, easing his downward slide. Even so, he knew he could not hold out much longer.

However, Song Anran did not linger for long. Right now, Yanyan could not take in any advice from anyone; it was better to give Yanyan some space and let her sort things out on her own.

It was also from that night onward that she could no longer contact the young man who had once promised to accompany her to school the next morning.

Far away in Lin City, Jiang Mo nearly blew her eardrums out with a squeal of shock upon hearing that her direct supervisors were Xiao Qinian and Bie Yan.

Guo Jia was sleeping groggily when he heard Cao Cao's frantic roaring voice coming from outside the tent. Believing something major had happened, he hurriedly and laboriously propped up his weak body.

"Ouch, Sister, why did you hit me? I wasn't the one touching you..." Li Kun cried out in innocent grievance, the slap stinging fiercely across his face.

Xiao Qinian stared at the ceiling, utterly baffled, and before he could puzzle out a reason, a hand suddenly covered his eyes.

Mentioning the Xiliang Ma family, everyone would invariably invoke General Fobo Ma Yuan as their ancestor, reaping the benefits of ancestral shade. Ma Chao and the other two exchanged polite pleasantries with Fa Zheng before returning to the main topic.

"Are you really going to stream? I'm afraid my heart-stopping, peerless good looks will make you all sink so deep you won't be able to extricate yourselves, especially the girls in the live broadcast room," Su Chen said shamelessly.

"Let's see if you still go out to play at night after this." Su Chen reached out with exasperation to wipe the tears from her face.

Mermaids follow wind and rain to seek food and mates, yet when their mates depart, they cannot control the intense urge for possession, ultimately perishing together with their mates in the pitch-black deep sea, never to be parted even in death.

Furious, the reporters made a move to force their way directly onto the campus, only to be blocked by several tall, burly gatekeeping uncles with stern expressions.

"Yunshan, you take them away. I have no time to idle away and chat with you; I've got plenty of work at the unit today." Seeing that they had firmly planted their bottoms in their seats, Yun Feng simply shooed them out.

The others also snapped to their senses, their eyes gleaming as they looked toward Liu Qi. They, too, had thought of this single possibility, which was the only explanation that made sense.

No thousand-year spiritual herbs were found around the entrance of the Heaven-Ocean Secret Realm, nor even hundred-year ones. Presumably, any that existed had long since been dug up by others. Dozens of days had already passed since the opening of the Heaven-Ocean Secret Realm, and goodness knows how many batches of cultivators had arrived. However, they did spot a patch of flat land that looked somewhat like a medicinal field, riddled all over with ragged pits where things had been excavated.

Consequently, the demons cured by Hua Jiu spread the word from ten to a hundred, portraying Hua Jiu like a miraculous doctor with a benevolent heart and skilled hands, causing Hua Jiu's patients to increase day by day in the days that followed.

Guhuang chuckled softly, even though both his own power and the power of Huangtian originated from that primordial source.

In the past, cross-realm teleportation arrays actually existed in all five cultivation realms, but due to a cataclysmic war, those arrays were destroyed.

Su Ming wore a smile that could hardly be called a smile, quietly watching Zhou Jingyu and the others, who were now left hanging by a single breath.