Chapter 57

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Shen Du was in no rush to speak. Having Nan Cheng with him at this age was a great advantage. Since Nan Cheng could shield him from drinking, Shen Du planned to first observe what kind of trick Jia Cheng and the gourd were up to. His expression was dark and brooding; he never expected such an opportunity to exist in a place like the Scientific Research Department.

The Zhao family patriarch and others sensed something amiss. Upon hearing the booming voice of Wang Feng, their expressions changed drastically. They hastily broke free from their opponents, retreating, but two elders from the Shuzong Spirit Refining realm were still slain by the Heavenly Fiend, their blood absorbed.

“Prince Wang, there’s no need to keep hiding. Let your ambush troops come out; let us fight a fair battle,” Gao Zhan said.

After sending off Sophia, Jiang Shi returned directly to his dormitory. He expended fifty points of source power, exchanging them for fifty source fruits, which he swallowed one by one, refining them within.

Though Wang Feng kept his eyes closed, his divine awareness spread continuously. He not only secretly monitored the man but also discreetly memorized the route. The mist-covered sea area ahead had long been in his sight; he was merely observing it carefully with his divine sense.

As the top-tier beast in the Ninja Village, forging a master-servant contract with a beast was an honor both rare and difficult.

Chong Huang took to the air again, delivering a kick at Feng Mo, who merely produced a red dial.

Hirukawa also knew the Ampela aliens. It was precisely because of their invasion of Earth that he had come into contact with Worm and the others.

The group returned to the hotel with laughter, ordering a feast and holding an early celebration banquet.

Lin Moyan smiled. “Why have you become so talkative now? This isn’t the Huo Chengyan I used to know.” His heart warmed; though Huo Chengyan appeared cold on the surface, his heart was more delicate and caring than anyone’s.

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“A Liang, she’s wonderful!” Luo Qianqian’s face flushed crimson at the thought of A Liang.

Huai Haitian once believed the Huai family no longer matched its former glory. Over the years, he had diligently studied commerce, managing the family’s incense trade well, hoping to ease the family’s worries so Ming Rong wouldn’t have to fret so much, allowing her to live a longer life.

Suddenly becoming so clingy, should the cold young master feel happy or sorrowful? Could it be that in his beloved wife’s eyes, his importance was limited merely to being a navigator?

Mentioning this matter, Liu Ci felt helpless. At first, he had asked Gong Le to address her as “boss,” but now that they were so familiar, constantly calling each other “boss” felt awkward and distant.

“Even the cold young master can’t save Boss Gao?” A Jiu looked deeply disappointed. Among the people she knew, the cold young master was the strongest. If even he was powerless, then this time Gao Ke was truly in dire straits.

A thousand taels?! It would be easier to rob it. Where could she get so much silver? She had bought a shop and renovated it; now she couldn’t even muster a hundred taels.

Shevchenko realized the sharpness of the air blade was unstoppable. He scraped the ground, flapping his wings to fly low, narrowly evading it.

He Wan bit her lip, uncertain whether to ask. After much deliberation, she finally voiced the question.

Dinner was unusually early that day. Bai Jin had little appetite and ate hastily, wanting to return to her room. Mrs. Luo frowned slightly, knowing Bai Jin had to rise early the next day and would likely miss lunch. She wanted to persuade her to eat more, but Bai Jin shook her head and left the table.

I was stunned. The man was already dead—how could he have bitten off half his own tongue, and bizarrely, was still chewing it?

“Yes, Young Master,” Austin came from the side and behind. He was an elderly man with graying whiskers, calm and steady.

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Aisha’s home was a standalone three-story brick building, outwardly reflecting a traditional Arabic architectural style. It seemed the previous unrest had been quelled. On the dimly lit streets, many people were talking among themselves, casting curious and challenging glances at Lei Zhan, the man from the East.

Lu Chenxi ascended the red steps and slowly climbed onto a side stone platform, finding a blind spot to hide in.

During this time, he continuously studied the underwater Heavenly Palace and the ghostly consort and bronze-armored corpse hidden within the meteorite beyond the sky.

On the castle walls, countless soldiers clad in black armor, their eyes visible only through their helmets, stood on vigilant guard.

Besides this map, Elder Hua’s spatial ring contained a large cache of rare materials, treasures, pills, and even several martial skill jade slips.

Shane knew these soldiers had the authority to open fire. He wasn’t a fool and knew Lei Zhan was watching him, so he could only send his men to find the councilor and martial lord, hoping they would intervene against Lei Zhan.

“How to escape? You’ve said three times you’re eighth-rank. My cultivation has been cut down by you, and I still suffer internal injuries that haven’t healed; you yourself are no match for an eighth rank. How do you suggest we escape?” Xiao Yuehuan, upon hearing Xiao Yueyi’s arrival, remained calm, seemingly resigned to his fate.