Chapter 51: He Finally Meets His Goddess

Song Shixuan listened quietly from the side, urging the dazed laborers to hurry and deliver the goods to the dock.

At that moment, Song Shiyu looked at the petite figure nestled in the arms of the tall man and couldn’t help but think of Meng Shuyue.

Not having seen her for the past two days left an emptiness in his heart.

For a fleeting moment just now,

he even imagined holding Meng Shuyue in public, kissing her with the same casual disregard for onlookers as they did.

In recent days, Mo Jiang’s selfish desires had pushed him into the fiery pit of Chihuo. Despite considering the bond between siblings, when he heard Mo Jiang’s cry for help, Mo Ti made her choice.

News spread that Jiang Chen single-handedly destroyed the four great cultivator sects, leaving everyone utterly stunned.

The massive one-eyed minotaur roared again, raising its right arm to catch the returning giant axe.

If Jiaodong Prefecture was a pond, then she had at least leapt beyond it, into a wider, grander world.

But Wang Jingmeng clearly felt her gaze lift toward the sky, forcibly pulling down a sliver of some light even he could not perceive.

Under Han Shan’s gaze, Chihuo trembled. Mo Jiang stepped forward disdainfully.

Mo Xiaozhu’s intent was simple: to get acquainted, and if possible, cooperate; if not, no matter.

What followed was straightforward. After all, in the eyes of netizens, although the commander was morally dubious, his talent was undeniable.

The country’s affairs called, and as a party member, he could not shirk responsibility. Yet Lin Fan had grown up, and Lin Ruyuan felt it best that Lin Fan make his own decisions.

Growls echoed endlessly. Fierce beasts native to Shangqiu roared but were utterly powerless, swallowed whole by the relentless flames.

Xi Ying checked the time and gave an estimate. Ye Junlu immediately rose—having lingered here so long, the flower gathering had already been underway for half an hour; she was late.

I clearly saw Ming Yi’s face turn pale, and behind him stood a shadowy figure.

Hearing my words, Hu Xiaoyan was unbothered but stomped her foot in displeasure, then stormed into the car as if I had offended her with my remark.

The God-devouring Ant, rare throughout history, existed only in a few lineages—several times nearly extinct. Their power was immense, but their bloodline was so strong it was difficult to propagate, keeping their numbers scarce.

After hearing her words, Village Chief Zheng was stunned. I was stunned. I imagine Zhang Yingying, still hiding in the bathroom, was stunned as well.

Honestly, I was just trying to scare them. Although I had a centipede insect in hand, this series of ordeals had drained me physically. If we fought, their gu insects would never match the centipede, but in terms of skill, I was no match for them.

Seeing Xue Shenhuo’s attempts to cover up only deepened my suspicion. “No need to hide it—what exactly happened?” I asked with the bearing of a princess.

After logging off, I went straight to the capital city that same day, meeting the top leader without any hindrance.

After hearing everything, I understood—the war between Ghost City and the Yin Soldier Domain seemed inevitable. Uncle Shi and Wei Qi were still in Yin Soldier Domain. I had to rescue them. They were now under Liu Shisan’s control. If the war broke out, Liu Shisan would surely exploit them.

Kang Peng replied casually, “The late emperor’s edict was to come to the capital, support the prince to ascend the throne, and restore the rightful lineage of our great Han dynasty.” Kang Peng laughed inwardly, thinking, stubborn old man, let’s see if you dare disrespect me this time.

The crystal light figure looked around, then smiled at Ning Yufei. Its mouth, lacking teeth and tongue, was merely a rudimentary cavity.