Chapter 62: Long Queues Form Again at the Stock Exchange

Lin Xiaomeng quickly asked, "Then did you buy anything for yourselves?"

"We did, we bought for everyone. We'll all change into new clothes for the New Year," Lin Wei added, "Aunt Zhang also bought new clothes for the two kids of the Gao family."

"Oh my, they're cheap, truly cheap."

Chatting and laughing, the group finally returned home.

By this time, the sky had completely darkened.

Just as Lin Wei was carrying the purchased items into the house, Zhang Min pulled Lin Xiaomeng back, saying, "Wait a moment..."

Back in those years, her childhood sweetheart passed the imperial examinations and became a military general. Under the direct patronage of his chancellor father-in-law, his official career became bright and promising.

Yet her fate was different. They shared a son, who served as the bond between them, an unbreakable and indelible connection.

As for the continent of Australia, General Sige was a state-level martial artist; how could a mere monster be allowed to run amok in the capital?

Sima Du let out a cold snort and said, "What does that blind man know? How could he possibly be as capable as I am? Come, let me show you." On the very day Lin Feng was lying in bed, Sima Du had already taken his pulse. Even back then, he could sense a powerful energy within Lin Feng's body, but this energy was not harming him; rather, it was protecting him.

At this moment, Aoxin looked like a stray dog, lying on the ground while clutching his feet in agony. He had originally wanted to finish off Lin Feng to obtain the profound stone, but who would have thought he would fall here? It seemed his life was unlikely to be spared today.

Whether a half-step monarch, a five-step immortal, or a supreme direct disciple, the upper limit of their power remained that of an ultimate magic master. This also foretold that attempting to seize it alone would inevitably plunge one into a passive and disadvantageous state.

In truth, she also longed to spend more time cultivating feelings with him, to linger a little longer each day by cooking meals for him and attending to his daily needs.

He truly cherished Ouyang An deeply, willing to give her anything and sparing no effort to pave the way for her future, pouring a tremendous amount of painstaking care into it.

Mo Yanxiu silently looked at her and reached out to feel her pulse. There was nothing unusual, only a slight weakness.

The most crucial point was why Su Chen had to faint right after saying all this, before giving him any chance to react! This left him in a dilemma, lingering there and not daring to leave without authorization.

"That's true as well. The Demonic Sect was originally mine to begin with; I can destroy it whenever I please," provoked by Yue Wenyao's words, Yun Lanjun merely raised her eyebrows and agreed in an unchanging tone.

Shifting her gaze to the two figures intertwined in combat, Yan Nuo was dressed entirely in black while the senior martial brother was in white. The black and white figures traded blows back and forth.

Jiang Bufan let out a furious roar. Xiao Ling was simply going too far; in full public view, he actually dared to ignore them, which was completely unforgivable.

"Hehe..." Hearing Su Yanran's description, Long Jiu wore a look of yearning, a silly, infatuated smile spreading across his face. Seeing Long Jiu like this, Su Yanran knew her proposal had succeeded.

Lin Yun glanced at Zhan Tianwuhen without speaking, continuing to pour his divine essence at full strength into the Tiger Soul Demonic Sword.

No wonder things were so lax; many early-stage divine experts were hidden around the temporary headquarters, making it truly difficult for ordinary people to infiltrate silently without a sound.

Clearly, relying on potions to burn cellular life potential in order to unleash formidable strength still had fatal flaws. What did not belong to one's own power could never truly be one's own. Even if obtained through extreme means, it would eventually slip away—just like the current state of the mutant leader, whose vitality was drained to the absolute extreme.

One gaze after another turned toward Qingqi, and immediately afterward, their pupils contracted sharply as quite a few people recognized Qingqi's identity.

There was also another possibility: the Dragon Team and the Phoenix Team were aware of the schemes of these sects and intended to sit back and reap the fisherman's profits, which was why they turned a blind eye to the actions of these sects.

Looking at the enormous deep crater emitting wisps of clear spring water, in just the blink of an eye, this massive depression transformed into a vast lake. Meanwhile, that city had completely vanished, disappearing from the mortal realm and reappearing right here within his own Mount Shu.