Sixty, sixty.

"Stop!" Yuanbao let out an angry roar as he slammed his palm against the dashboard. The shout was full of momentum, and the blow was executed with matching vigor. The only flaw was poor timing: He Dongfeng had already driven the car right into the farmhouse courtyard where the students were staying, so stopping was inevitable anyway, and the fruits in the car still needed to be unloaded.

Gai Nie frowned as he looked at Zhang Liang. Although Zhang Liang did not explain in detail, most people inside the Mo Clan's City of Mechanics had been attacked at the time, and nearly everyone was injured. Even those who escaped injury fell victim to Chilian's "Dove Feather Thousand Nights."

"Gathering firewood, can't you tell?" In a brief moment, Yang Liuyue had already gathered a pile, hugging it as she headed back.

Yuanbao's condition was not as optimistic as he had imagined. If he had been even two minutes slower in getting the keys back then, Yuanbao would no longer exist in this world.

The flight attendant wore a bathrobe, sitting on the floor with her robe slightly disheveled, looking as though she had been shoved down.

They had bought plenty of meat, vegetables, and fruit, along with a mountain of snacks for watching television while drinking beer. Tongnian was cradling a large tub of potato chips in her arms, and by the time the shopping trip concluded, the chips were already gone.

"It's fine, I'll help you." At this, Feng Aijuan completely relaxed. Besides, although the female boss was a ghost, she wasn't fierce at all and actually seemed rather kind. Such kindness meant there was nothing to fear, whether from the living or the dead.

"Are you disabled?" Yuanbao glared at him with annoyance, tiptoeing into the lounge, closing the door securely, taking off her coat and shoes, quietly climbing onto the bed, gently lifting his arm, and slipping into his embrace.

"Alright, next time I'll draw it for you myself." With that, Yang Liuyue hurried toward the door, only to crash right into Yin Zhongjie's embrace.

Yet it didn't stop to think who its original master was. Stubbornly, this little fool couldn't tell good from bad, and the moment it saw Baili Hongyuan, it leaped straight into his arms.

Although the ancient wilderness elder did not know exactly what had happened, he still had a general idea through the oral traditions passed down by his ancestors.

Moreover, these monsters had plundered such a vast quantity of immortal crystals, yet there was no infighting among them, nor did they use them immediately.

The traces of the previous night's chaos had all been cleaned away. Feng Yimo had prepared clothes in advance, placing them alongside a new leather bag on the bedside table.

The ceremonial procession slowly drifted away. Jiang Yun remained where she was, bathed in the blazing sun, yet she could not feel a single trace of warmth.

Even a Venerable One was someone he dared to provoke; for old fogies like them whose vital energy had withered and who had few days left, being unable to beat him apparently wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

Feng Yimo calmly analyzed the pros and cons, his fingertips brushing across her cheek, wanting to affectionately tuck away the stray strands of hair at her temple, but she vigilantly dodged his touch.

Xu Xiaosheng remained silent for a moment before nodding. She understood that when Feng Xiyue referred to "what comes next," she meant the matters she had refused.

A total of thirty-six official names, involving many high-ranking officials of the first and second rank, were stripped of their posts and thrown into prison.

Shen Biezhi naturally recalled Liu Li's corpse; having been murdered yesterday, her ears should still be intact.

Furthermore, Jiang Zaiyuan understood that the so-called Asura path and Hungry Ghost path would be the goals he must strive for in the future. Once Jiang Zaiyuan determined his path of cultivation, he would have to choose between external or internal cultivation—these were general terms, but within the Six Paths, they were actually the Path of Alternate Births and the Human Path.

He wanted to find the restaurant staff to find out who those three people chasing Leyi were today, and then question those three about why they were pursuing her, following the trail step by step.

Unlike the Wolf Clan Behemoths of the Amadis Continent, they were almost indistinguishable from normal humans, possessing only minor wolf-like characteristics. Poseidon, however, after undergoing wolf-transformation, was simply an upright, humanoid giant wolf.

At that moment, Old Master Tang felt the pain in his knees that had tormented him for many years completely vanish. Furthermore, with every movement of Lei Zhan's hands, Old Master Tang felt his legs grow a fraction lighter.

"With all that worry, you still let us sleep with your wife?" Wu Jing muttered involuntarily.

Before he obtained all the power of the Dragon Clan, he could absolutely not turn back, let alone forget what he was supposed to do just because of a few words from Lei Zhan.

It was also destined that his life should not end there. Just as the "Heart Lamp" lost control and the "Purple-Clear Fire" was about to vanish, Tiansheng was swept by a "particle stream" to the exit of the space tunnel, plunging from the mid-air of the mortal world straight into Country A. Unlucky Jack became his cushion, and fortunate John was saved as a result.

After listening to Young Master Ye's explanation, Liu Dan couldn't help clapping his hands in praise, exclaiming, "President Ye, you're truly brilliant. I admire your such far-sighted vision."

Old Xuanwu, who was enjoying a cozy sunbath, suddenly shivered as a sense of warning arose in its heart. It sleepily opened its eyes and looked around; everything seemed quite safe, and the next match hadn't started yet.

Ni Niang smiled, neatly tidying up her things before casting a spiritual incantation. Instantly, the pale fruits on the vines brightened considerably. With a flick of her sleeve, she added four lanterns to the four corners of the room. The bright red lanterns bore gold characters reading "Blessing," "Prosperity," "Longevity," and "Benevolence" respectively, creating a very festive atmosphere.

"Sigh, there's only one possibility: she still doesn't want to leave that wealthy husband of hers, afraid that if I come back, I'll force her to divorce him..." Yang Liping gulped down several mouthfuls of water, feeling as though his heart was being torn apart with pain as he spoke.

The morning room was slightly chilly, and Huanhuan instinctively snuggled into his embrace, showing no signs of wanting to wake up. Her body felt so exhausted that she wished she could just keep sleeping; naturally, the man holding her as she slept shared the exact same feeling.

As she entered the elevator alongside Aisha and watched the floor numbers tick upward, Luoluo suddenly felt a sudden impulse to press the stop button, a fresh wave of panic fluttering through her heart.

Ruoshui put her hands behind her back, puffed out her belly, and strutted with a swaggering sway, but after taking barely a single step, she froze in her tracks.

I wandered aimlessly on the street corners, recalling the glory of the past. Back then, we were still young and understood nothing, knowing only that walking straight to the end was the right path.

He wept bitterly, crying incessantly while desperately racking his brain for a way to staunch Yong Yule's bleeding.

Yet after all, since his biological mother resided in the same courtyard, it was impossible for a concubine-born son to share a mother-and-child bond of deep affection with the primary wife.

Luoluo simply acted as though she hadn't heard a thing, showing no intention of turning back. She didn't skip a single step she needed to take, continuing straight toward the restaurant entrance.

"I heard that when Cheng Lian'er was being mocked by others back then, you spoke up for her," An Xixi said, stuffing the documents in her hand into her backpack.

Suddenly remembering that he had seemed extremely busy during that period, yet had rushed back in a flurry just to spend the New Year with her, she felt a tug at her heartstrings and walked out with her head lowered.