Chapter 56: Turmoil in the Qilin Residence

The formidable Nine-leaf Mad Blade, now called a frog at the bottom of a well by Chen Yang. It was a blow that killed not just the body, but the heart as well.

By this time, Xu Yourong had vanished without a trace.

Ye Wujie’s face was filled with despair. “Brother Chen, let me go and the entire Spirit Spring is yours!”

“Begging for mercy now? Don’t you think it’s a bit late?” Chen Yang replied with a half-smile.

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Meanwhile, An Chengyou’s eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror. In it, he could see Zheng Jiayan’s hesitant gaze and her faltering movements as clearly as if they were right in front of him.

Even though he knew he had been hypnotized by “Mirage,” Ye showed not the slightest hint of fear. Instead, a cold and disdainful smile curled at his lips.

With each order the captain issued, the previously chaotic special forces—who had been fighting like headless flies—began to coordinate. Following the captain’s directions, they quickly formed a unified front, each fulfilling their assigned role.

“All right, enough fooling around. Liu Fei, Long Yuan, you two help wash the vegetables. Shi Yong, Lin Tao, if you don’t mind, take care of setting up the table and benches. Yang Cheng, you can handle chopping the vegetables, right?” With a gentle smile, Qingyou waved at the group engrossed in their game.

“How could you think that, Brother Zhang? I already told you, I’ll never let you do anything murderous, criminal, or against your conscience,” the Sugar Princess said, a slight frown on her brow.

“Ugh, am I really forcing myself?” Zhang Luoye muttered to himself. Without hesitation, he gripped the demon blade Purple Moon and darted toward the black tiger-lion beast.

That was merely the waiter’s assumption. Outwardly, Huang Ning and the others might seem rough around the edges without any sign of future wealth and power, but in truth, they were people of considerable means and never once entertained the idea of freeloading.

Miao Mengyao hadn’t expected her fans in Yanjing to be so enthusiastic, but she was no stranger to such scenes. Still, she couldn’t hide her joy; a gentle, enchanting smile blossomed on her face—enough to bring nations to their knees.

Their opponent’s marksmanship was astonishing; twice in a row, bursts of three shots landed, causing the smoke packs strapped to the sniper and grenadier on the right wing to simultaneously erupt in red smoke.

“Humph…!” Old Wang held a talisman, which ignited with a touch, sending out a burst of golden light that drove away the surrounding darkness.

Later, Wen Xiawei found the diary her father had left behind and realized he had endured the same hardships in his youth—if anything, his situation had been even worse.

Feeling the pure and powerful blood of the Giant Ancestor coursing through Wu Tao’s veins, the Bow of the Sun began to tremble uncontrollably. The imprint upon it, almost akin to the Great Dao itself, sent Wu Tao’s own blood boiling with energy.

Jiang Ping took a step back, while the others stared in horror at the pile of objects on the ground.

Unfortunately, happiness was short-lived—after only two days as her boyfriend, and before he’d even had a chance for their first kiss, Shu Lingjia broke up with him.

“Heh, that’s why I only wear this when hunting ghosts. Any other time, I can’t be bothered.”

If it were one of those rough men from the village, faced with Li Xiangmiao throwing herself into their arms, they would have wasted no time unbuckling their belts and pouncing on her.

Single-handedly, he forced dozens of elders from the world’s greatest sect, the Star River Divine Sect, into a desperate and humiliating predicament.

A pair of sparkling, almond-shaped eyes gazed at Ling Yun. In that moment, even someone as mentally steadfast as Ling Yun was lost for a heartbeat; this flawless face was worthy of being called a peerless beauty in all the world.

He could already foresee what would happen if Yang Lu truly got drunk tonight and was taken away by Boss Ma and his men.

Most of the class were good students; among the boys, few smoked, except for those who hung around with Bu Shuai. That’s why Wen Xiawei remembered it so vividly.