Chapter 62

Being able to guess your thoughts is enough. Although you act proud and aloof on the surface, you do not feel that way in your heart, and I am simply giving you a chance. Luo Nianchen still wore a smile at the corners of his mouth.

Naturally, adults rarely fought over them, because their own homes would soon be blown up as well. If you snatched someone else's, they would simply snatch yours back, making it entirely meaningless.

Yuan Heting had a habit: whenever he had free time, he had to sit in a coffee shop for a while, and today was no exception.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Lan Xin talking to the child, holding something in her hand and shaking it.

Five Daoist palaces sat in orderly fashion behind Zhou Yi, resisting that immense pressure. Ming Yueye snorted softly and released Zhou Yi.

At Huai Xiaoxiao's suggestion, this grand post-exam flea market was launched with great enthusiasm and fanfare.

I looked in shock at everything on the stage. After a brief moment of astonishment, the people around began discussing Huai's identity.

Suddenly, Wang Ze made a surprise counterattack, catching Yi Ning quite off guard. But did he really think that would make her accept her loss willingly?

The safety index upon returning was much higher. As long as one did not step outside, there were basically no major hidden safety hazards, unless someone literally threw a bomb inside.

How many years had it been since she had acted spoiled in front of her mother? Perhaps she would never have the chance again. To her, her mother now felt far too unfamiliar—so unfamiliar that she was not even as good as the foolish mother who disliked her. How could she possibly act spoiled with her anymore?

True to form, he showed no particular reaction, his tone very casual: "Isn't this quite normal in our line of work?" Without even lifting his head as he spoke, he simply picked up the empty wine bottles and the fruit platter and walked out. I did not bother with him any further.

"Legend has it that Qianhua, the master of Ghost Spirit Mountain, possesses a divine medicine capable of restoring the decaying visage of his deceased wife, Moling. However, Qianhua ultimately sealed off Ghost Spirit Mountain so that outsiders would never know of it again. Therefore, my primary task now is to find Ghost Spirit Mountain and obtain this restorative divine medicine," Wei Yan recounted calmly.

Perhaps this was what they called a telepathic connection. Two seconds after I looked at Lucy, her eyes drifted toward me as well. When our gazes collided, neither of us looked away. This time was different from any before; what we saw in each other's eyes were two simple words: "deep affection."

Zhang Keting glanced at him and said coldly, "You had better worry about yourself." With those words, she plunged straight into the water.

"Director Lei, I am not joking; this matter is truly important." I looked directly at Lei Ao, who showed no sign of anger.

Given the circumstances, he had originally wanted to use this opportunity to set a few conditions, but for now, saving lives had to take precedence.

"Senior Brother Lu possesses astonishing methods, so naturally he has nothing to fear when encountering them. But the rest of us do not share Senior Brother Lu's numerous fortuitous encounters, so we can only pay closer attention to our opponents in hopes of gaining the upper hand during combat!" Xiao Yang replied indifferently.

"Let's go, stop wasting breath." As soon as Yan Feiyan finished speaking, a pair of slender spiritual wings and another pair of bird-like feathered wings grew from her back. With a single flap of her four wings, Yan Feiyan vanished from the spot.

"Zhuo Nan, you guys go." Lin Ruyi, not knowing where she found the strength, suddenly shoved Zhuo Nan and Yuan Ying away, then took a few steps back, looking at Zhuo Nan with a face full of tears.

"If you promise to answer a few questions honestly for me, I will let you go home, all right?" The middleman coaxed gently, retaining none of his usual dignity.

Another... hairpin? Chuxiu inappropriately thought of Mingying, and the hairpin scars that covered her entire arm.

They certainly did not think they were being overly sappy—well, Fengguang did think it was sappy, but seeing how much Liu Nianfeng was enjoying it, she felt too embarrassed to voice her thoughts.

Just as he wanted to activate the wind-walking effect to crush the invincible divine race, he heard the cry of an eagle, followed by a thunder-and-ice hammer plunging from the sky and smashing fiercely onto the head of the invincible divine race! He was knocked unconscious on the spot.

During dinner, Dongling and her family sat together, talking and laughing. It had been a long time since they had all eaten together, so Yang Wanqing specially prepared two extra dishes for a lively family meal.

After all, the appearance of Chen Langye made Chen Zhoujian sense a trace of danger. Of course, this sense of crisis did not come from Chen Langye himself, but from Ling Yunyu behind him. If his calculations were correct, Chen Langye was simply the tool Ling Yunyu was using to keep him in check.

Not long after returning to the Qiao family, Dongling had already experienced firsthand Dongling's sharp tongue and arrogant temper, so it was best not to provoke her. Should she get displeased and mention the incident where she smashed Zhilan with a kettle to the old matriarch, the trouble would be enormous.

Qingya was just about to stop her when she suddenly felt some discomfort in her eyes. Reaching out to wipe them, she found she could not get whatever was inside out no matter what.

Stepping down from the carriage, a tall, unpretentious yet exceptionally bustling building appeared before Lü Xiang'er. Looking up, she saw a huge plaque hanging high overhead, inscribed with three bold and magnificent characters: "Prosperity House."

Lü Erniang had never spoken to Lü Xiang'er about her previous husband's family, and Lü Xiang'er had only caught wind of it through a drunken Lü Hong. Though Lü Xiang'er found it hard to believe such a coincidence, seeing the reactions of Lü Erniang and Lü Hong, she was forced to accept that that family had also come to the capital.

She did not want Xiao Qian to endure such exhaustion while away, yet she also felt as though she had inexplicably taken on Xiao Qian's bad mood.

It turned out that the system, while somewhat unreliable, was not completely useless after all. She had wronged it before.

By this time, An Qingyun had also figured it out: any evidence of treason and colluding with the enemy was probably entirely fabricated.

Many people secretly liked to joke that their father had only agreed to let the family's sole male heir take his mother's surname because the mother was seriously ill and not expected to live much longer. Yet in the end, the father did not even outlive the mother.

After asking this question, he felt it was somewhat inappropriate, but looking at Zhao Mingyuan's expression, she did not seem angry.

Mo Donger strode out of the courtyard, paying no heed to the clamor behind her, and walked straight toward Mo Chuchu's courtyard.

The man named Hongsen sat in a wheelchair. Emaciated and frail with a terribly pale complexion, he looked to be only in his twenties, yet his hair was already completely white.

"You don't believe it?" Qinglong, who happened to be returning, caught those words, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the soldiers.

Sima Zhongru, standing nearby, opened his mouth to speak, but meeting Luo Honglian's gaze, he lowered his head once again in silence.

This only showed that they did not know how to utilize spiritual energy. The spiritual energy rich in Mo Xi's natural food stimulated the spiritual energy within their bodies, coursing through them over and over again. Once the spiritual energy became usable, they naturally advanced to the next level.