Chapter 56: I am a male, how can you call me pretty?

Then, with great resentment, she recalled Qin Xuanhe playing dead back on Moonlight Street.

Therefore, whenever Xiao Yumiao stretched out her chopsticks three times toward any fiercely spicy dish, Linghu Tianhai immediately had his men clear it away.

Wang Hou and Jun Fei instantly shifted their positions, leading their subordinates to form a circle around the edge of the giant hole in the ground, their bodies flickering with battle qi.

Catching up with Yu Shaoze’s group, Xiao Yumiao did not order the vanguard to press forward at full speed. Instead, she instructed Yu Shaoze to split the vanguard into two without affecting the march’s pace.

"However, regardless of whether I share a blood relation with the Mo family, they treat me like their biological son. You saw how anxious and affectionate the elderly couple were toward our child. I simply didn't want them to feel that I disregard them, which is why I gave the baby your surname," Mo Xiuyuan explained.

After a long while, Muyun finally regained his composure. He let out a long sigh, strapped the Cloud Heaven Sword to his back, and resumed his journey.

Luo Yu completely ignored whatever was happening right in front of her, paying no mind to the two noisy creatures as she bathed in peace.

I said to Yan Liu, "Is there a way to trap those people from the Zhou family? Don't let them out. We need to channel the water in first and flood the rat's nest. That way, these rats will have nowhere to go and become a disorganised mob, scattering without us even having to fight."

Chilling winds swept across the sky, and that piercing darkness enveloped the entire area, carrying an eerie and bone-chilling atmosphere.

The scene shifted abruptly to a bird's-eye view. Viewed from an altitude of thousands of meters, the width of the fissure was no longer comparable to what Wenren Chu had seen initially. As far as the eye could reach, one could now barely make out a sliver of land on the other side of the chasm. Was this some kind of colossal abyss torn open on the surface of the Earth?

Therefore, only one possibility remained: the people here had not yet mutated under the influence of the Samsara Rite.

Every pore across his body opened wide while his mouth and nose breathed slightly. Under such immense gravity, every single inhalation and exhalation made cultivation exceptionally difficult, yet the benefits gained were self-evident.

On the day before I started work, the factory's feeding machine suddenly broke down. After I arrived, Jianjun told me it was all because we failed to carry out routine inspections. He claimed that if we had carefully inspected it and reported the issue to the maintenance team earlier, so many problems wouldn't have arisen.

A heaven-shaking sword intent formed a tempest of blades, pouring wildly toward the stone monument and the Maya outside. The light within the grand hall seemed stained with sword qi, causing a blinding, stinging pain the moment one opened their eyes.

One side was united by a common hatred for the enemy, while the other was completely unprepared. Between two nations of otherwise comparable strength, under such circumstances, Boliya was destined to pay a heavy price.

Although Qi Linlin suffered quite a heavy loss, it was not without gains. Her online store had built a solid reputation, and many pirated shops would no longer easily dare to provoke her wrath. After all, Qi Linlin was too fierce—she would rather suffer a loss of a thousand to inflict eight hundred on the enemy.

"Benefactor, benefactor, you're back!" Some of the cats immediately ran to Wenren Chu's feet, rubbing against them affectionately, while others simply leaped onto him, leaving him momentarily bewildered.

Mo Tian knew his gratitude; even after growing wings, he still worked hard in this studio and still treated Ding He as his boss, yet Ding He's heart remained uneasy.

Just moments earlier, after pursuing two martial artists at the late Qi Gathering stage all the way here and executing them on the spot, Cang Qianshan sensed a massive commotion and had rushed over immediately.

Ouyang Jing shook her head persistently, her expression still filled with disbelief as she muttered some strange words under her breath. Suddenly, she raised her head and stared fixedly at Yin Junfeng, making his heart tighten and his nerves instantly tense up.

Before the word "matter" could even escape his lips, Yin Junfeng let out a cry of "wah" and once again coughed up a huge mouthful of bright red blood, his complexion instantly turning several shades paler.

Forget about saluting; they didn't even dare to look him straight in the eye. It was obvious he was just some punk who had somehow wormed his way into this position.

Listening to this, Tie Xiangxue furrowed her delicate brows in deep thought. Yet after pondering for a while, she still could not be certain that the person was her master. After all, any casual cultivator in this world could easily become a god in the hearts of these simple villagers, and nothing in their descriptions captured her master's unique traits.

The definition of this free life was somewhat broad. On one hand, Ningjing was striving hard in her career, hoping to achieve it one day. But emotionally, should she really accept Jiang Xiang? Would it conflict with the original owner's final wish?

"Is this the Heavenly Realm Immortal Scripture? Why does it look so ordinary, yet seem to contain profound principles? Why does it feel like a supreme cultivation manual?" Such a question suddenly popped into Yin Junfeng's mind.

If he had chased all the way here in the middle of the night on a whim just to spout some nonsense about becoming good friends again and making up, he might as well get lost sooner rather than later.

Although Gu Qianxuo wasn't particularly sleepy, her body was sending signals of exhaustion—so bone-weary that she didn't even want to go to work today.

Even though the iron chains were rusted, they were exceptionally sturdy; escaping from them was utterly impossible.