52 The You Family

For a time, driven by slaughter, Tadun's advancing speed soared to an extreme height, bringing them ever closer to the center of Liucheng and the mansion of Qiu Lijü.

This was no secret among the top-tier cultivators. Although Wu Yong's reputation was far-reaching, he had always been at odds with the Immortal Alliance and was deeply colluding with the Demonic Path. Out of respect for Zhang Zhiping, the others did not take harsh action against him, but they also consistently avoided any contact with Wu Yong.

Her boss had only mentioned the name of the successor without ever revealing their strength level. Yet, judging by the present situation, anyone capable of conquering so many worlds must undoubtedly possess formidable power.

Unforgotten old affections and eternal, agonizing scars perhaps existed precisely because she knew he would never dare face such a face again. Thus, she disguised herself in that manner, ensuring he could never see through her facade.

Celestials could be said to be treasures from head to toe, holding immense value whether alive or dead. Following the massive upheaval of the past, tens of thousands of celestials were trapped and perished in the lower realms. No matter what, the Ancestral Temple had to provide an account and track down the whereabouts of every single celestial.

After all, no matter how profound the tacit understanding between rider and steed might be, one could only maintain balance by relying on familiarity with the mount and the mount's spiritual awareness while sitting properly. It was impossible to release both hands, lean half of one's body outward, and claim there was no problem at all.

His words resonated with everyone present, and they successively expressed their willingness to continue working hard to rebuild their homeland together. At that moment, their hearts were filled with unshakable determination and faith. They knew that as long as they united and exerted themselves together, they would undoubtedly forge an even more splendid future.

Watching Bu Jingyun, whose gaze burned with intense fervor as he looked upon the peerless, beast-like Sinful Heaven, Qin Shuang asked with a light laugh.

Media outlets both in the United States and overseas began carefully calculating the time difference with Beijing time in China to prevent players from mistaking the server launch time. Even Lindy had overlooked this detail, primarily because the business of the New World had become increasingly internationalized.

After finishing his slow explanation, Zheng Qianman finally understood what had happened, and could not help casting a glance at Sang Sang standing nearby.

Having finished speaking, Gu Boyue walked back toward the vicinity of the Phantom Prognostication Instrument. Two sphere-like joysticks had risen from the baseplate. Gu Boyue placed his hands upon the two bronze balls, turning them directly. Simultaneously, the metallic ring began to rumble and rotate atop the tray.

One could only say that the members of the Yan family possessed such extraordinary innate talent for commerce, coupled with acute market insight and foresight, that they were able to repeatedly amass great wealth and gradually grow and flourish.

Upon hearing that Ah Ying had driven the crazy old woman away, their bodies, which had just been trembling like winnowing sieves, grew still. Their eyes stared blankly at the fallen leaves on the ground, their mouths constantly muttering incoherently, though it was impossible to tell what they were saying.

"I am an adult, I'm not a child!" Yu Tong pulled a chair over, placed it beside Lin Sheng, and effortlessly pressed Lin Sheng down to sit on it. She then stood beside the chair, shielding Lin Sheng behind her.

Take those who enjoyed good fortune, for instance. Even if Chao Bingzhong were not the chief manager of the Golden Rat Society, he was still the young master of the Pawnbroker Master's household. Having managed the family business and achieved prominent fame over the past few decades, even though he was eventually parasitized by the Azure-Winged Mother Cicada, he managed to turn danger into safety in the end. Compared to the others who had died young and turned to ashes, he could certainly be considered to have lived a good life.

"What? Is Officer Wang unavailable?" A cold sneer hung on Lu Xiaohan's lips, and his razor-like gaze scrutinized Wang Bin up and down.

In the dead of night, Cao Cao sat alone on his mat, gazing at the portrait hanging before him. The desire in his eyes grew increasingly intense.

"A petty thief who picks locks and jimmies doors—why would he send such a lavish gift to the police?" Wang Bin's mind felt somewhat dazed.

The bed she lay upon was rather archaic, resembling those depicted in ancient paintings within art galleries. Xue Tiantian sat up, looked around her, and drifted into a daze for a moment.

Shen Ci made a phone call to Song Zhangheng, who replied that he was busy and could not come, asking him to proceed directly with the cremation without any need for formalities. Once a person was dead, naturally there was nothing left to linger over.

"Thank you," she said in a faint voice, without looking at his expression, and softly returned to the second floor.

Seeing Yunluo's expression, he instantly grew tense as well, immediately assuming the starting posture of the Tathagata Palm.

Woo... woo... woo... While practicing, Xiaojia's mobile phone suddenly vibrated. Xiaojia pulled out his phone to check, and saw it was a call from Hao Lei. He gestured with his phone toward Deputy General Manager Luo, who waved a hand at him. Hunching his shoulders, Xiaojia walked out of the rehearsal hall.

Unlike the thugs under Mr. Zhou's command who barged into the dungeon to make arrests, these mercenaries, who had undergone biochemical modifications by the corporation, had not only had most of their negative emotions excised, but the equipment they carried was also far beyond basic law enforcement weapons like stun batons and riot shields.

On the surface, Liu Jiaojiao maintained an expression of unruffled calm, but inwardly she was already considering how to handle the situation.

Knowing that he had gone to fetch reinforcements, Mu Huan was not in a hurry. She leisurely found a blanket to cover Beibei and Nie Wuheng, then sat by the table to await their return.

A flash of despair crossed Niang Si's eyes. She cast a deep look at Qiao Chu, and seeing that Qiao Chu did not even glance her way, she could only walk slowly back toward her own home.

"I have no objections." Sitting on the sofa, I answered offhandedly while casually flipping through TV channels with the remote control. However, when I turned to the Chengdu Financial Channel, a financial news broadcast currently playing caught my attention.

Mu Huan accepted the roasted chicken, offered a sweet expression of gratitude to Nie Wuheng, and catching sight of Fei Liang's eager expression, could not resist teasing him.

"Dad, let Ah Xiao drive him!" Dong Sisi proposed. Ah Xiao was Father Dong's chauffeur.

Hearing this, the several bailiffs immediately exchanged confused glances, thinking to themselves: Is this true or false? They were tempted to go inside and report it, but what if the newcomer was deliberately causing trouble? Wouldn't they then find themselves in deep trouble? Besides, if the Hall Master was already over a hundred years old, how could he possibly have such a young and beautiful wife?

Approaching Manzhu, Shiyi finally noticed that a faint sorrow lingered vaguely between her brows. The moonlight spilling across her face also appeared somewhat chilly, and her gaze was entirely devoid of focus.