Chapter 117: Grandpa’s Seventieth Birthday, Preparing to Return to the Hometown

In Chen Yang's memory, his grandfather had always remained in their hometown of Lianhua County.

Back when Chen Wanxian had achieved success in his career and wanted to bring his grandfather to live in the city, his grandfather steadfastly refused. He insisted on staying in Lianhua County.

Chen Wanxian was the third and youngest son in his family. Above him were his second elder brother, Chen Wanhǔ, and his eldest brother, Chen Wanlong. These two were also...

The numbers were truly staggering; after all, the world was vast, teeming with countless adorable and beautiful magical beasts, many of which were simply variations or mutations of the same species.

Inside the cinnabar bone, there was originally a lively spirit, but due to the hardships endured over the past six months, the temperament had grown cold and solitary.

The program’s filming was scheduled for two weeks later. During those two weeks, Nie Wei had little to do and was well taken care of by Zuo Qing and Lan Lan with good food and drink, gaining two or three pounds.

The Blood Demon Emperor was astonished; he too sensed something was amiss, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

Nie Wei did not answer his questions. She had no goodwill to help those who wished to kill her.

This was a great weapon of destruction, brought in from beyond the realms with great difficulty, and now was the perfect moment to wield it.

After leaving the Ice Peak, Huang Yongzhong hailed a car and returned to a hotel nearby. He found a restaurant and ate casually before heading straight back to his hotel room.

“Your younger brother should really enter the entertainment industry; it’s such a waste otherwise,” the director said regretfully, looking at Li Chen.

Everyone was delighted to hear this and showered praise upon the kind-hearted man. The Taoist boy immediately had everyone line up to receive lucky bags—two per person, as good things come in pairs. Those wanting more could continue to queue.

The massacre was a grudge that could never be reconciled. Wu Zixu’s gaze was resolute. Before him lay the West City Market, where the person he sought awaited. Capturing that man would avenge both national humiliation and family hatred.

“Tell Senior Jin I stopped by when he returns, I’ll leave first,” Chen Tian said, then leapt up, flying toward Xuantian Academy. Any further delay, and Long Xiang might truly be beyond saving.

As Hongxing, the loafer, entered the security room, he glanced back at me. I returned his look with a courteous smile.

“That thing is probably very fierce. Let’s see if it’s hiding in the room somewhere,” I interrupted the two and gestured for Gray Mouse to conduct a thorough search. Earlier, the fat man’s collision had broken the creature’s bone. If we had to deal with it under normal circumstances, I estimated it would be quite a challenge.

“It will be found; mother will surely help you find it,” indeed, the Su family was truly fortunate. The matriarch lived in the temple year-round, handling household affairs but never intruding into her sons’ rooms.

Su Jingxi was somewhat speechless. Though it was for the sake of family propriety, the way he spoke was so grandiose it was utterly shameless.

Seeing Wu Man’s distracted state, Yelü Jiena suddenly understood everything. Wu Man was destined never to forget that man—the one who had betrayed her entire life.

In fact, the mechanism was quite simple. Beneath the wooden tile was a balance-like support rod with equal weights on both ends, keeping the tile above parallel. When a tomb raider stepped on it, the balance would be disturbed, and the tile would naturally flip over.

“This fellow possesses such immense strength yet cannot fight against the Source and their kind. What a waste!” Mu Lingling sighed softly.

Many buildings in this city were destroyed, seemingly the aftermath of an invasion by the primal army.

Zhang Guoqing was a seasoned and shrewd man. He also sensed something was wrong. As an old detective, he could tell that Zhou Chu was speaking with genuine sincerity—there was no deceit in his words, expressions, or eyes; he couldn’t hide it from Zhang.

In the end, Mu Ximei felt she could say no more. She was the cause of all this, the root of everything, yet why was she not the one to bear the consequences of these outcomes?