Chapter 122: Longing for Home

Throughout the night, Li Chengyuan talked with them at length, touching upon even that suicide attempt back when he first returned to the country.

There were no melodramatic twists; as a "wanderer" returning from overseas, the authorities took great care of him. In his daily life, no one dared to bully him—it would be a joke to think the Ministry of State Security was just for show, or that they would let one of their own be humiliated.

Aside from the regulations that required him to frequently report to his superiors and consult with a psychologist, his life was relatively calm—or so he believed, at least.

Their bureau chief was well aware of his identity and kept a close watch on him.

Upon hearing Katie’s words, Alan’s expression shifted from shock to sudden excitement, as if the hope of a rapid recovery had descended upon him just as he thought his long-standing injuries would never heal.

However, these words left everyone present dumbfounded, drawing all eyes once again toward Mu Yiyi.

As for Wang Tieshan, the size of the Luo family’s property had increased due to the compensation following the lawsuit between Old Man Wang and Wang Baoshan. The vacant land next to Wang Tieshan’s home that had belonged to Wang Baoshan was given to him, along with the original plot of Old Man Wang’s land.

He understood that the issue wasn't his reasoning, but rather his own level; his agility and strength attributes had yet to reach his theoretical potential. Consequently, blocked by the square-faced old man—a level 18 subordinate deity-tier boss—he was always a fraction of a second too slow.

Today, she was dressed in high-quality attire. Although her face remained plain and unattractive, her demeanor seemed different from usual—so composed and calm, her movements confident, exuding an inexplicable sense of mystery and nobility.

Then there was Xiong Shuai. Even though they hadn't seen each other in a long time, he couldn't notify him just yet; if that guy flew into a rage, he would be no different from a madman.

Feng Jiang was stunned for a moment before slowly releasing Cui Hong’s hand. "If you dare lie to me, I promise to make your life worse than death. Tell me, where is that hundred thousand yuan?" Feng Jiang demanded.

"The Black Pearl has three decks. This is the top one, the third deck, and it’s the control room!" Xiao Yu explained.

"That goes without saying. By the way, Vice Sect Leader Pan recruited dozens of ten-year-olds yesterday. I checked their aptitude, and it’s quite good, so I’ve already had them taught some introductory cultivation techniques," Zhao Da said at this moment.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a silver tongue?" After hearing what Shui Qing said, Luo Marie felt a bit more reassured. The other woman was supposed to be a romantic rival she needed to be wary of, yet she found she would rather be friends than keep her at a distance.

The chaotic roars, bellows, pleas, and curses ceased completely in less than three seconds, leaving the surroundings in absolute silence.

Traditional Chinese medicinal herbs are not only used for medical practice but also for refining pills. For instance, the liquid for the Body Tempering Pill he refined last time was made from many varieties of rare and precious herbs.

I hurriedly peeled the sweet potato and took a few large bites. It was too dry, and it hurt my throat as I swallowed, but I couldn't thump my chest or show any obvious signs of distress.

One end of the shovel had already entered the soil, but when I lifted it, I saw that the blade was coated in a layer of blood-red mud.

Others might not recognize him, but to Ye Ranyan, he was someone she knew very well.

This was of great help in refining one’s state of mind and would be highly beneficial for the future path of cultivation.

Everything Su Tianling had said earlier made it clear that he intended to take Xia Qingran as his wife, and he had sternly warned him to give up any thoughts he might have had toward her.

Seeing that they seemed afraid, the poison scorpions retreated, but as they pulled back, they all swarmed toward me.

"The Sword of the Sword Dao!" Yue Chan’s words left Leng Xiaohan stunned; for a moment, he didn't understand what she was talking about.

With his hands encased in deep blue ice, Leng Xiaohan pressed them directly against the giant gorilla’s chest. He didn't dodge or evade, choosing instead to meet the force head-on.

"You're awake?" Lan Lingyan pushed open the glass door and entered. Aside from a large floor-to-ceiling mirror and a vanity sink, the bedroom they shared had a bathroom and a dressing room on the left, with a large pane of transparent glass separating the dressing room from the vanity and the inner chamber.