Chapter 61

Seeing this, Thor gave a hearty laugh and walked over to sit beside Zhang Lan, carrying the freshly made breakfast he had just prepared. Suddenly noticing that his knife and fork were missing, his gaze swept over Zhang Lan's hands, and with utmost casualness, he simply snatched the cutlery from the lovesick Darcy, wiped them off briefly, and continued using them.

"Damn! What are you guys doing?" Xu Ruofei, Xu Ruolong's younger brother, walked into the dormitory with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He looked at the unrecognizable state of the room, then at their bruised and battered faces, and burst into loud laughter.

Wanderers of the jianghu scatter across the jianghu—such words carried a natural air of chivalry. In the past, Lu Baiyi always loved keeping such jianghu-sounding phrases on the tip of his tongue, simply feeling that doing so made him a towering, indomitable hero in the eyes of others.

During a break in the rehearsal, Li Chun'er lay sprawled on the ground, limbs spread wide, and said to Ouyang Nana beside him.

Imperial Noble Consort Feng has been crying far too easily lately. My words... instantly filled her face with tears. I reached out and touched my face; the prosthetics Qiangqing applied were still there, and as of now, they weren't all that hideous.

The shift supervisor had known about this from the very beginning, but since neither the boss nor the manager had shown up today, he secretly stood off to the side to watch for a while, thinking to himself, "You can handle this however you see fit; I am not going to clean up your mess." A strange, eerie smile crept across his face, making his sallow skin look particularly awkward.

"You could say that, and it's also for the sake of the Spirit Sword Peak." Mao Qingrang straightened up, seemingly transforming completely from a dissolute wandering swordsman of the jianghu into the Young Peak Master of Spirit Sword Peak.

It wasn't that he was repelled by Abomination's brute strength, but rather that being struck by the iron chunks of the Saint Seiya armor hurt far too terribly. Taking a blow from Abomination's sheer force was infinitely more painful than being hit by a so-called Gatling gun; no matter how furious Banner became, he flatly refused to take a direct hit from that contraption.

Just as her heart was stirred with romantic longing, a sudden cell phone ringtone broke the silence. Yu Wei was startled, only to realize moments later that it wasn't her own phone. Turning her head, she discovered it was Shen Rui's phone lying on the table.

His warm lips had just brushed against his Adam's apple when he couldn't help letting out a sound of absolute satisfaction.

"Fine, fine, fine! We won't go! We won't go!" Ke'er nodded, fearing that Shangguan Qingyang might insist on going back to drink, and obediently got into the car.

Standing nearby and listening to this attitude, Gong Luo felt it was somewhat different from the man who had been constantly talking back to Shangguan Rou over the past two days.

"He changed the lock and bolted the door." Duo Duo spread her hands, wearing a helpless expression.

Last time, she had managed with great difficulty to cure his insomnia, but this time, it had relapsed—and it was even more severe than before.

Holding a pink knitted scarf in his hands, Gong Zi made a motion to wrap it around the baby, coaxing the little one to utter that affectionate call.

"Sister Weiwei isn't old at all! Sister Weiwei is the prettiest!" With that, Yang Xiaoyu tugged on Gu Weiwei's arm, signaling her to bend down, and planted a loud kiss right on her cheek.

Counting them up, three or four of the ten thugs on the other side had already been taken down. As long as their own people could manage to pick up their weapons again, it was impossible for them to lose to the enemy.

Gong Luo inexplicably found herself repeating this over and over in her heart, a wave of stifling frustration washing over her. Anyone who could utter those six words had to be utterly lacking in common sense, foolishly throwing themselves into a man's arms.

Had he known earlier that Xi Chen was Hua Zihuan's biological father—and his own future father-in-law—how could he possibly have acted the way he did upon first meeting his future father-in-law?

Just like that, Wang Xi vanished completely from the Changsun estate. Later on, the Changsun mansion sent people to look for him, but they found not a shred of evidence; Wang Xi seemed to have simply evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving behind no clues whatsoever.

Seeing that mere ants dared to block his path, the Red-scaled Silver-ringed Snake King flew into a rage. It immediately opened its blood-gaping maw, preparing to swallow Mu Chen whole. Seizing the opportunity, Mu Chen grabbed hold of its two venom fangs and delivered a ferocious kick, sending the snake's massive head flying backward.

He frequently caused trouble, provoking memorials of remonstrance from his officials, and even the emperor could not keep him in check. One could truly say he enjoyed the utmost imperial favor.

Though he managed to block that formidable sword qi, his robes were torn in multiple places, and he looked rather disheveled. He had utterly lost in the clash of sword energies.

White smoke drifted from his hand, accompanied by a foul, pungent stench. Liu Ming stepped forward with large strides, drew a soldier's steel sword, and severed the slime-covered hand with a single slash.

Finding a large tree, Liu Ming quickly scrambled up, concealed himself well, and untied the cloth pouch containing the Millennium Tree Heart.

Li Tian smiled and said, "I merely lent a hand on a whim, you need to worry no further." With that, he prepared to walk out of the auction house.

Several elderly women inside the Foodie Workshop had been rummaging through a basket of fruit for ages. Just as the sale was about to be finalized, their phones all simultaneously emitted a "ding-dong" notification chime.

This time, returning home with Jun Tianxia, they traveled by flying on a sword through the air. The long, slender blade beneath her feet felt so frail that it seemed it would snap the moment she stepped on it.

That ruler came from the edge of the horizon, expanding against the wind. By the time it drew near, it had blotted out dozens of zhang of the sky, its momentum as grand as mountains and seas, pressing down so heavily that people found it hard to breathe.

Everyone stood trembling in the distance. Before the surging winds and towering, murderous aura of the beast tide, despite the temptation of the newly emerged divine treasure, not a single person dared to take a single step forward casually.

How he must have longed to return home! Putting aside for a moment how much he missed his wife, at the very least, his two children were his constant source of worry.

Shouts filled the air as the crowd passionately roared in unison: "A genius! A prodigy! A culinary star, the handsome older man Su Mingjie..." Various slogans blended together into a powerful wave of commotion. Feeling the intense atmosphere at the scene, Yadong felt a surge of hot blood rise passionately within his chest.