Volume One, Chapter 48: Attending the Banquet
At this moment, Xu Zheng completely ignored Diana’s words, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the object in her hand.
This utterly surprised Bi An, but more than that, he was delighted. He rose and climbed onto the stone platform, only twenty centimeters high.
Perhaps fate will not let one go unpunished—Ning Feng did not know. All he knew was that yet another astonishing event had just unfolded.
Bi An was very surprised; he never imagined that a child less than five months old could clearly call out “father” and “mother.”
Less than a hundred meters from the school gate was a street, across which stood a noodle shop, a milk tea stall, and a barbecue stand, each evoking countless memories for him.
The taxi gradually disappeared into the bustling street traffic, but she was completely unaware that behind her, a pair of eyes filled with resentment, hatred, unwillingness, and danger fixedly watched the car until it vanished.
Tira’s spirit, perched on the pine branch, was suddenly tugged, and it immediately pounced toward her body.
Held in Songzan Ganbu’s embrace, Li Yuntong’s mind went blank at once, inhaling the masculine scent of his dragon amber and feeling the warmth of his body. Her face, as fair as white jade, instantly flushed crimson.
When Long Yi handed over the phone, he took the opportunity to glance into the bathtub, but the rising steam obscured everything.
The space itself contained two laboratories, both hers—one dedicated to traditional Chinese medicine, the other to Western pharmaceuticals, with some unique concoctions interspersed.
Since the dawn of the new century, a large number of Hong Kong film and television elites had moved northward, yielding impressive results. Even some second- and third-tier film teams were, at that time, regarded as overwhelming forces on the mainland.
Just the day before yesterday, Song Ke had transferred all the profits from the third album into his account—not a vast sum, only about seven million.
Xia Yuchu, dissatisfied, was about to retort but felt Luo Wuque’s sudden pressure on her hand and suppressed her discontent. She glanced at Luo Wuque, who shook his head discreetly. Understanding, she turned her gaze away to the car window.
Xie Sanfeng suddenly recalled his identity as an actor and plopped down on the ground, nurturing a sorrowful mood.
Tom became suspicious, growing anxious, yet his steps did not falter. Shortly after, he collided with a massive figure.
“Mom…” he shouted, but instead of summoning his real mother, he ended up attracting Jin Dabao.
Usually, even a level-ten gale could uproot large trees but posed no real threat to the crowd. However, earlier, empowered by the “Máng Flame,” an enormous fiery tornado formed instantly.
With the help of the Bloodthirsty Empress, his internal power surged, and the six vengeful souls within were gradually absorbed by the Bloodthirsty Divine Skill, transforming into a mightier force.
At that moment, Yang Feng and Cao Ximei, husband and wife, naturally saw their father- and mother-in-law waiting at the village entrance.
It was as if night had fallen instantly—pitch dark, unable to see a hand before one’s eyes, only the sound of labored breathing nearby.
“Eunuch Lin, may I ask if your sudden visit is due to something important?” King Chu Xiang, Zhou Tianjie, inquired with curiosity.
It was not that the Calward Republic lacked experts, but rather that there were too many. The flourishing competition left little room for the Guerrilla Association to survive.
“Attack! Hit them hard! Tear open a gap in the enemy’s formation and ensure our cannons face the entrance of the passage!” Zhong Yunhan ordered calmly.
Unable to resist, she asked, “Boss, don’t tell me you don’t have faith in our talent show this time?”
Although the Sikou family was a prestigious one, they were still just an ordinary household. Their monthly expenses were only around two thousand, and they paid no attention to others’ affairs. They didn’t even know how many sons the head of the family had or their names.
Tang Yueqi also heard faint singing—seductive and disorienting, coming from more than one place.
Wang Ming, Liu Chao, and Fu Xuan felt their tense hearts relax slightly, as long as Chen Zhen could appear.
“N-no… no,” Ni Xiang trembled, lowering her head, unable to meet Zhou Yuan’s gaze.
“This… is this a martial realm?” Jing Han exclaimed upon seeing the red fox entwined around Chen Yu.
The green snake peeked down at the vast sea below, wanting to dive in, but its body trembled slightly, hesitant and afraid.
However, their gaze did not linger on the two but was fixed on the object behind them.
Yu Xian was bound tightly by ropes, seemingly unable to move. The quality of these ropes was genuine fourth-rank superior treasures, comparable even to his Jade Divine Amulet.
Even normally composed Chen Ping could not help but show a flicker of surprise upon witnessing this.
Although Shen An did not directly answer Han Yanyu’s question, he was already seventy percent sure that the hearing might be Liu Guoqiang’s last chance.
Yu Huan swallowed nervously, throat parched, feeling as if her heart might leap out of her throat as she turned her back to Lin Yourong.
He stood by the wall, watching the illusions of Ning Mingmei and Lian Chengyue before him. The flames flickered in his dark eyes, but no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
The snake did not continue shouting. When intercepting Su Hong, it had already scouted the territory within a kilometer radius and, finding no other talents, chose to block Su Hong alone.
“There’s a bus going that way. Let’s take it,” Nian Hang said, utterly speechless at Qing Huan’s behavior. He grabbed her and ran to the nearby bus stop. By luck, a city bus was just pulling in, so Nian Hang pushed Qing Huan onto the vehicle.
“Ten thousand?” Looking at Wang Youde’s finger, Principal Wang began to feel his question was somewhat redundant.
Xiao Chen saw Luo Ling cover her mouth with a gentle cough, and his heart tightened again. At that moment, he hated his own lack of strength, knowing she had to take such risks for him.
Terina’s face showed some annoyance but, considering how absurd it was, she burst out laughing.
Luo Ling quietly watched the three, her fingers tapping lightly at her side. Unconsciously, the room seemed to grow cold. Roman Juan felt a chill down his spine and suddenly sneezed. Instinctively reaching for his tea to warm himself, he found the liquid icy cold, like winter water, with scattered ice crystals.
“Chairman Xiao, how should we handle the prisoners captured from Divine City?” the officer in charge of escorting asked.