Chapter 54: The Protective Senior Brother

Kim Jung-eun stared blankly at Wang Yong's retreating figure. Her grandfather's image flashed continuously in her mind, eventually intertwining with Wang Yong's silhouette to form a single, blurred picture.

There is no need to sense it anymore; the most important thing in this stellar world is not the stars themselves, but the vegetation upon them.

Yue Qianxue pondered for a moment, realizing that this fan was of momentous importance. Perhaps entrusting it to Zhan Lianjing's master would allow them to unravel its profound mystery.

Song Qingchun stood frozen in place for a long time, as if she had been immobilized by an acupressure point, before she finally seemed to comprehend something.

In fact, after the Third Uncle left, he had once sent someone to investigate Tianmen Logistics, knowing that apart from the explosion, this inconspicuous logistics company likely concealed a major secret.

"Therefore, Chen intends to establish a medical club, allowing more people to break free from illness and regain their health, just like Kobe," Kristin said.

Suddenly, just as the two of them awaited the judgment of life and death, the spiritual power suspended above Guchen's head halted abruptly. The previously calm river suddenly surged with a myriad of dazzling rays of light, exceptionally captivating and brilliant.

One must know that housing prices in Jinhua were exorbitant; beyond the fourth ring road, a single square meter cost over ten thousand, not to mention inside the third ring road, where prices were frighteningly high.

A simple sentence, yet it stirred waves in Wang Yong's heart. True to the saying that a great teacher produces brilliant disciples, this unending human resilience and the attitude of perpetually pushing human limits were indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Yet no matter what they tried, the Somersault Cloud remained tightly locked; the car doors could not be opened, nor could the engine be started.

Bai Xuejia told her that she would merely be acting as a stunt double while other actors handled the rest, and she only needed to complete the combat movements according to the instructions.

"Very well, then let us set off." As the words fell, He Changqing raised his hand to support, and a simulated starship materialized out of thin air.

Regarding the objections to the conferment of titles, there were only two points: First, what would become of Qi Chi, the Governor of the Western Regions? Second, what peerage should be granted to Shen Qian, a renowned general of the dynasty? Above all, his father, Shen Cheng, the Grand Defender of Xuanfu and Datong, held only the peerage of Duke of Qing.

"What is wrong? Is Que Ning'er over there?" Hearing Niu Xiang say this, Fang Xin asked with a hint of excitement.

Although there are differences, I can be certain that the place recorded on this map is extremely similar to one of the two sheepskin maps we obtained.

Before long, the two fighting individuals were finally separated. Their direct supervisor also arrived, hurled a torrent of abuse, and then the engineers went back to whatever they were doing.

All the maidservants were present, their laughter mingling in agreement. On the deck, it was for a moment a scene of orioles singing and swallows chatting, dazzling and colorful.

They could feel each other's questions, even their heartbeats... Surely he must have felt my heartbeat by now?

Fortunately, before condensing threads into points, whether it was demonic or divine power, one could only initiate spiritual-level soul attacks through dominant physical contact; they could not be launched out of thin air to harm people from a distance.

This game was arranged by him, and he was the one controlling it; Xinghe would not be in any danger even if he were here.

He still remembered that time when he had pretended to ask casually, wondering what he would do if one day a boy fell in love with him. Even though it was spoken as a joke, his heart had tightened abruptly at that moment.

The Demon race came in a menacing tide, unaware that their actions had long been exposed. The Tianmen Palace branch and the Western Buddhist Realm promptly dispatched disciples to the mercenary territory, and a massive battle broke out instantly.

Suddenly, she soared into the air on her flying sword. The spiritual energy around her erupted once more, the bells all over her body ringing incessantly as misty soundwaves spread outward. With a crisp whistle from her phone, a massive fire dragon materialized in the void, and Shangguan Yu'er, treading upon the dragon's head, shuttled back and forth through the army of spiritual entities.

Seeing this scene, Hanxiang felt as though an arrow had pierced her heart, while Leng Zixue watched their arrival.

Since Xing Shijie had returned, she naturally did not sneak around; she believed that news of her arrival at the Lihuo Divine Palace had already spread. She walked gracefully and openly through the skies above Lihuo City, her white coat and short skirt fluttering without wind, yet still preventing those on the ground from catching a glimpse of the scenery beneath her skirt.

Expanding again and again, it had reached a point where it could no longer be stopped. Compared to any bad omen, this sound was the most fatal.

With two light coughs, the classroom instantly fell into absolute silence. Everyone pressed their lips tightly together and obediently returned to their respective seats.

And thus this life came to an end. What had she experienced in the first half of her life? She could not remember. Yin Qingyi suddenly opened her eyes.

Warm breath brushed against Shen Zui's face. Shen Zui blinked, her dark eyes gradually clouding over.

Sometimes, hardening one's heart is the kindest thing one can do for the other person. Yet, thinking of the relationship between their two families, Zhang Rui felt a headache coming on. Even if he hardened his heart now, given the ties between their families, the connection probably could never be truly severed.

In this way, Shu Kang used a stern gaze to supervise Ping Caini as she practiced the tune over and over again, progressing from discordant notes to something gradually recognizable. Still dissatisfied, Shu Kang refused to call a halt even when Ping Caini's fingers began to bleed.

Simply put, the Crown Prince's faction needed Wang Qinglei's pledge of allegiance, or rather, a gesture of sufficient weight.

More and more people echoed the sentiment, leaving Mother Chu with the unsettling sensation that she could no longer stand firmly. Clearly, an apology was no longer required, but why did the way those people looked at her make her feel even worse than apologizing would have?