Chapter 51: Returning to Lamond

"The time hasn't come yet, what are you rushing for?" The old man gave his idiotic disciple a blank stare, slowly eating a piece of watermelon while occasionally using his sleeve to wipe away the juice from the corner of his mouth, looking much like Chen Haoran.

Duan Chong had no idea whether the rescue would come or not; he only knew that his sole task at this moment was to run, to run for his very life. People facing the brink of death often manage to unleash potential far surpassing ordinary times, so Duan Chong's speed of running at this moment was absolutely astonishing. If placed on a hundred-meter running track, he would surely have broken the world record.

Inside one of the encampments, a flag embroidered with a large character "Jing" fluttered in the wind atop a tall wooden pole, snapping loudly and carrying a rather imposing presence. At the center of the camp, the largest tent of the entire encampment was erected, with a plaque reading "Central Army Command Tent" prominently hanging above it.

Just as Leng Tianya was left completely baffled by Ji Daier's inexplicable sorrow, Ling Ziwei, dressed in plain clothes and wearing a natural, unadorned face, suddenly appeared and asked aloud.

As for beer, Wang Gang wouldn't touch a single drop. When we urged him to drink, he simply brushed it off, saying it was not only working hours but he also had to drive later. Hearing this, we didn't press the matter further; after all, his status was different from ours.

With the change in Shangguan Fei's expression, Shui Xin'er, who was standing relatively close, felt as though the air in the room instantly grew thick and viscous, making breathing both restricted and uncomfortable. The closer one was to Shangguan Fei, the more profound that sensation became.

"Who—who are you? You're not that youth?! Who on earth are you?" Ben Zhi's voice finally changed, losing its previous confidence and composure, because from that rich and deep Yanghuang spiritual energy, he sensed a genuine threat.

"I know!" The old coach let out a roar, stunning everyone from Pinghui. It was the first time they had ever seen their coach act this way.

In the end, he had no choice but to find a classmate's home to stay at temporarily. This night was thus considered to have passed "safely."

The smile on Wei Yin's face, as she walked out from the garden, vanished bit by bit, replaced by a sinister and venomous expression. She slightly clenched her fists and thought, Zheng Zhiyi, Consort Li, this palace will never forget the humiliation suffered today. Just wait, another day this palace will surely make you pay it back tenfold.

"They're here." The captain suddenly halted his steps, and the others stopped in succession. Up ahead, a figure in white robes flashed past and came to a stop at a distance opposite these Underworld denizens—it was Su Jiu, who had hurried over from Chang'an.

Kirino's mouth twitched suddenly, and she lowered her head to glance at their tightly clasped hands... suddenly feeling even more like this was a date.

He was truly left speechless by Bill Gates, never expecting that he back then could actually be deceived by such a swindler. Thinking about it now felt immensely depressing, and the Pirate King even wanted to skin the guy alive and pull out his tendons.

A smile appeared at the corner of Su Jiu's mouth, and he nodded. Summoning the Qingming Sword, he took Li Yue and Yunyue and set off once again. This time, there were no delays, and they returned directly to Chang'an.

Reacting from her shock, Yi Le couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. I was wondering why it felt so soft; turns out it was a little sister. By the way, Mitsuha, how on earth did you trick Kirino into sleeping with you? Coach! I want to learn this!

It was only after recognizing Mu Li that Yang Hao and the others learned Murong Changyu was actually an old subordinate of Mu Li's father.

Luolong spun around, swung the sword in his hand, and a purple sword Qi swept along the ground. Wherever it passed, the ground split into a fissure. The mercenaries attempted to step forward to block this sword Qi, but they severely underestimated Luolong's strength, for they did not understand the difference between the third form and the second form.

Heruo Huikuo answered honestly, marveling inwardly at his father's sharpness. He hadn't explained anything, merely mentioning that Huaiyu had gone to see Qin Shubao, yet his father had already deduced the result. An old man becomes a master of wisdom—truly just like that.

Tian Feng, acting on Yuan Shao's orders, escorted tens of thousands of dan of grain and fodder, under the protection of Gao Lan, heading toward Luoyang City.

However, he didn't think Eriri would want to hold his hand; she probably just forgot she was still holding it. Besides, it was better not to expose it right now, otherwise, with Eriri's tsundere nature, she would definitely fly into a rage out of shame.

In an instant, everything lit up brightly. Looking inside, there were merely some miscellaneous items placed about, with no other apparent abnormalities.

Looking at the exquisite PowerPoint presentation unfolding page by page, Su Ke couldn't help but sigh with emotion that Hua Tianye truly attached great importance to this appeal; otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so much effort preparing it.

Lin Sese's heart began to beat wildly again. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and she genuinely felt that no matter how she looked at Leng Xiezhe, he looked wonderful—he was truly much better-looking than Li Weisiting.

Chen Xingyu's increasingly powerful strikes of the Yangge Tianjun continuously battered the golden body of Iori.

He irritably nudged Zhao Hui, who was collapsed and completely passed out on top of him. Perhaps only Su Ke could provide him with such motivation.

Zhu Houwei glanced at it and lost interest, instead carefully observing what was actually being sold at the stalls. A rough glance showed no fewer than a hundred stalls here, with no more than two selling the same kind of food. It seemed that in the three hundred and sixty trades, every trade had its own rules.

Without a doubt, this idea was once again conceived by Zhang Jin. Such roadside interactive interview programs were utterly ubiquitous in later generations, but ordinary folks hadn't seen them in this era, so they would naturally find them fresh and novel.

The Xuanwu Dragon Turtle immediately revealed a look of astonishment as well. Clearly, if Jiang Chen possessed the capability to establish his own Dao at this moment, his rise would likely become even more rapid and terrifying.

Shao Meiqi gave the boss a resentful look, sat in the chair, and lingeringly stroked her long hair before looking with extreme grievance in the mirror as strands of hair floated down.

As time passed, everyone gradually grew accustomed to his temper and personality. Moreover, Gu Chengfeng had never formed cliques in the class, spending his entire day hanging out exclusively with Cui Bo. Thus, behind their backs, everyone called the two of them a good pair of bros.

Wenwan felt as though she had slept for a very long time. During this time, she seemed to have had a bizarre and kaleidoscopic dream, yet when she tried to dwell on it, she couldn't recall it, remaining left with only a vague, hazy outline.