Chapter 27: The Star of Yingluan

The patients were merely asleep, their bodies functioning perfectly, yet strangely, no matter what methods were employed, they could not be awakened.

Among them were Iron Man, Hulk, Doctor Druid, Black Knight, Wasp, and others. When they first entered the Druid’s homeland, everyone was still able to maintain contact. Then, a day ago, they appeared to be attacked by something, were forced to scatter, and subsequently lost communication with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Father Zhu also noticed his wife was becoming overly excited. He cleared his throat as a reminder, then naturally picked up some food and placed it into her bowl. "Lanxin, let the children finish their meal first," he said, his tone carrying a hint of playful teasing.

The list was densely packed with names, most of which were marked with red stamps in the remarks column. It was heartbreaking to behold; the words "Deceased" were agonizingly stark.

Nangong Xiong shook his head at his son. He had scolded him and even resorted to physical discipline, yet the boy always faced his father with this same attitude. He truly wondered if he owed him a debt from a past life.

"Why not 'do your best'?" Bo Yunhong’s reaction was absolutely beyond that of an ordinary person, catching Chen Shu somewhat off guard.

Abruptly, a roar like that of a fire dragon resounded through the sky. As the fire dragon soared, the incoming bone projectiles were instantly melted into gas by the terrifying heat.

"Are you saying that after the boom in the steel industry, it might face a bitter winter, where many factories could shut down and the state might use the opportunity to phase out capacity? Is that what you mean?" Tong Guochang and Wei Liang both set down their cutlery.

Seeing that things were going poorly, Song Xincheng turned and bolted, but he didn't get far before he was caught by the group. They dragged him to a utility pole by the roadside and began binding him with adhesive tape.

Chen Xu was in trouble, and the situation must be grave; otherwise, Ye Weitian wouldn't have spoken like that. To think she had to prepare herself mentally—could Chen Xu be facing a life-or-death crisis? At this thought, Zhao Jingwen’s heart sank.

That night, they camped in the wilderness. He sat alone on the mountaintop, vigilant, never closing his eyes for the entire night, yet the three pursuers never appeared.

Wuding, Chengtang, Pangeng, and the other feudal lords hurriedly unleashed their supernatural powers, leaping into the air to strike at Qi Qi.

Any cultivator who could endure through eight rounds was undoubtedly a top-tier genius of the Eastern Continent. As these two hundred-plus cultivators rested, numerous immortal sects came to extend invitations, including many of the most prestigious ones.

Lin Liang shook his head, casting aside the absurd thought in his mind. A glance toward the corner of the parchment revealed that something seemed to be recorded there.

"Do you know that Grandfather has already cultivated your body to be far beyond that of an ordinary person?" The words his grandfather had just spoken suddenly surfaced in his mind.

In truth, for Lin Liang, neither Yue Xian'er’s words nor the decision she made were laughable. Just like the first goal he set for himself once he could cultivate: wasn't it to ascend to the pinnacle of the martial path and see if the view from there was any different from below?

Han Ke smiled happily at this, but just then, Su Wenwen spoke up. She glanced at Li Feier and said with disdain, "Who wants to ride in her car? Zheng Qing and I will take a taxi back later." After saying this, she looked at Zheng Qing.

"My entire life has been dedicated to this brown ancient zither; it has been my companion, and now it has walked through a lifetime with me. At this moment, it is impossible not to feel a sense of sorrow. The only thing that brings me comfort is that the zither score, which took me tens of thousands of years of heart and soul to create, has finally been left to someone else." Le Qin smiled as she looked at Liuyun.

Ye Yulin looked at Dongling with some surprise. She didn't understand Ye Shouli at all! He was constantly finding problems to prove he was incapable of taking over the Ye family’s massive estate; how could he possibly let his own proposal succeed in the end?

"That is not important. What is important is that you look at these skeletons. They are clearly human, aren't they? And judging by the traces, these skeletons are at least thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years old," Tang Yun said, contemplating as she explained to Yu.

Since coming to the Hundred Herbs Hall, the feeling of how they interacted was very much like her own home, making her think of her parents. She envied Muxiang; although his parents were gone, the proprietor never treated him as an outsider, and Uncle Bai and Auntie Yang treated him like their own child.

It seems the reason the Gambling King could maintain his golden reputation was exactly because of the saying he lived by: not gambling is the only way to win. As long as he didn't gamble, who could possibly defeat him? He remained forever undefeated.

Xiao Yunqi did not wait for An Ting to speak before hanging up the phone, as Mo Nanting’s call was coming in.

"Heh! They won't know; they'll just think we’re building up some emotion." Since lovers' quarrels are just a form of affection, Feng Yifeng certainly wouldn't mind this display of mutual longing with Zhong Chuhong.

At this moment, a sharp cry interrupted everyone, and suddenly, a figure leaped out. This person was none other than Yu. He saw Yu being sent flying, crashing backward. As he was sent flying, the surrounding concealment directly shattered.