32 Chapter 32

One look at the powdered-faced young dandy was enough to see his fist swelling up rapidly, causing him to cradle his right hand and wail in agony.

Hearing this, Lady Li was already sobbing uncontrollably; Chai Shao, equally overcome with sorrow, drew a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and gently handed it to his wife.

The black lingzhi is a type of wild mushroom, rarer than the common variety. Xu Chen had performed similar tasks while cultivating on Mount Chongwu, so this was no difficult feat for him.

As the words faded, countless rays of cyan light flickered in mid-air, converging into a massive beam that pierced the heavens before cascading down like brilliant fireworks, forming a vast vortex before Xu Chen’s eyes.

"What are you saying!" Wang Yana shot Liu Bin a glare and reached out to pinch him, but remembering the cold, distant look he had worn earlier at school, her hand faltered, and she merely blew gently on him instead.

After returning to his room, Chen Xian collapsed onto his bed, his mind haunted by flashes of Zhao Zixi’s naked form and the sorrowful expression she had worn moments before.

Just as he opened the door, he saw Su Lingxuan striding purposefully out of the estate. Seeing him fully armed and grim-faced, Xu Chen realized something had happened, but before he could step forward to inquire, Su Lingxuan had already spurred his horse and ridden away.

Han Menglan and Jiu Xian’er moved in unison. Three crystalline ice needles were gripped in Han Menglan’s hand, pressed against the black shadow’s temples, while the Abyss-Inscription Sword in Jiu Xian’er’s hand shimmered faintly at the shadow’s throat.

"Elder Ai, please take them to pack their luggage first." Elder Chu did not answer Chen Xian’s confusion immediately, instead dismissing the others.

The youth continuously condensed spheres of despair in his hands, flinging them at Lu Yun like snowballs in a snowball fight. Where a snowball would shatter upon hitting the ground, these black spheres, if they failed to strike a person, would simply dissipate into an aura of despair.

It was dusk, and the sun was beginning to set. Hong Yi stepped out onto the street. The thoroughfare was bustling; the cries of hawkers and peddlers filled the air, and the scent of food wafted from taverns and inns. The faces of the passing pedestrians and merchants were etched with fatigue as they sought lodgings for the night.

"Strength comes from unity. Sincere cooperation is the key, and the hearts of the people are what truly matter. I have already sent word back to the sect, and we should have a result by today," Liaofan said, turning his head to look at me.

The way she called him "Dad" caused Zhi Bingxiong’s heart to skip a beat, but he said nothing more; she simply did not know how to cherish her blessings.

Ye Lishang pressed his lips into a thin line. He had indeed made that promise to her, and even if he regretted it now, he had to endure the consequences.

Noticing a gaze directed toward us, I pretended to sweep my eyes over the area, only to realize he was staring at Gu Xi’s hands as he skillfully carved the meat. No, I suddenly realized he was actually looking at the willow-leaf blade.

The clarification of the relationship between her and him was driven not only by the Lin family mother and son but also by Mu Zhijun himself. Being as intelligent as he was, how could he not know the Lin family's intentions? He had intended to step into this trap all along, merely using others’ hands to play along with their scheme.

Now that the sealant was cleared, the coffin could finally be opened. Captain Wang’s reckless nature surfaced again; seeing the sealant gone, he hurriedly called for men to push the lid. I truly wondered if working with such an impulsive man would eventually be my undoing.

"Mu Zhijun, that’s enough," Jian Yijun scolded softly. She had never seen someone bully their in-laws right in front of their own wife.

Qin, Song—it seemed I kept encountering matters related to these two dynasties lately. Was there some connection between them?

Han Han insisted on waiting there, and as no one could persuade him otherwise, they had no choice but to stay and wait with him.

At the very least, Ye Yuan had no way of explaining why a piece of tokusatsu media from another Earth could be so similar to the stories of this world.

Auntie Fan’s expression was so firm and solemn that it left Jin Xi stunned for a long while, unable to regain her senses.

Having finally seen off the eyesores, it was almost time for Mo Jingyuan to head to work.

On his other side, Kakashi gave him a covert hand signal, indicating that he should keep watching.

In interstellar warfare, the most important skill is to grasp the battlefield situation at every moment. As long as one can control it, one can constantly adjust their position, keeping themselves in a favorable spot to attack or retreat.

This place was swarming with energy beasts; such a ship, brimming with energy, stood out like a torch in the darkness. He had to flee immediately.

The combat battalion consisted of a hundred mech pilots carrying various individual weapons; they left the warship silently and took up ambush positions around the asteroids.

Sakata Gintoki finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. He wasn't aware of this particular incident, but he did remember a time when he came to visit Su Nan, and Su’s parents didn't open the door, sending Su Lin to tell him that Su Nan wasn't home.

Amidst the brilliant, ancient, and overbearing radiance stood a young man in broad golden robes, with rugged features and piercing, spirited eyes.

I sneered inwardly, clutched my bag, clicked my heels against the floor as I walked to the front desk, paid the bill, and drove home.

A few minutes later, I cursed, "Damn you! If you’ve got the guts, show yourself, stop haunting me like a ghost."

Song Ke turned and entered a room. When she emerged, she was wearing a loose T-shirt, a trench coat, and a hat that completely hid her hair. Her face had been smeared with something that gave it a sallow complexion; she truly didn't draw any attention.

I had originally planned to rest for two days before heading home, but my grandfather and parents called countless times a day just to nag me about it.

Whoosh! The ball flew again. Qian Zhifeng lunged to the top left to save it, but—thwack! The ball went into the top right of the net.

"If you dare to tear down this cell, I’ll tear you apart! Do you hear me!" Wang Qiao added.

"Chat slowly," Ye Qingting said coolly. Without even looking at them, he took Ling Xiquan’s hand and walked straight out of the shop.

There were many things Xiao Zitian was unwilling to discuss, and Luo Xixi never pressed her. Whenever Xiao Zitian faced something unpleasant, Luo Xixi was always the first to rush to her side.

Hearing the chatter of the people around her, Shan Xue blushed deeply, wanting to explain, but feeling that no words could make it clear.