32 Please Come to My House for Dinner

"Allow me." Mu Qinqin's airy words drifted through the room. Sikou Ting cast a suspicious glance behind him, pondering for a moment before deciding to relinquish the initiative to Mu Qinqin.

Gao Mohan cursed, thinking that this old fellow acted as if he hadn't tasted meat in several lifetimes. Yet, old Zhang was indeed a man of integrity; Song dynasty officials were poorly paid, and unlike his own corrupt father, he could not engage in graft, making the consumption of meat a rare treat indeed.

Leng Ye froze, as if struck by lightning; his central nervous system seemed to have ceased functioning in that instant.

What was said was perfectly reasonable, yet Bai Yunran felt inexplicably annoyed. He rolled his eyes at the phone and replied in a flat tone.

Guan Sheng was always like this. Perhaps it was a genetic trait passed down from his ancestors; he even liked to look at Gao Mohan with a sidelong, squinting gaze.

"He wants something or seeks an advantage. Someone, go and bring him down." One could only hope he hadn't truly fallen victim to some dark scheme.

That was the lingering intent of the Judgment of Destruction—the very emotions that had once filled the depths of the Judgment of Destruction’s heart.

"My Lord, the waters of the Wutong Kingdom seem to be growing muddier by the day. Moreover, there are always unseen forces that seem to covet..." Qing Wen dared not say the words "the Ghost Saint Master" aloud.

On the hot air balloon, an infinite-range loudspeaker broadcast the conversation between Yi Tian and the island nation ninjas hiding on Changqi Island.

"Meng Tianlan, the Heavenly Official of the Imperial Mansion, is a cunning and calculating man. He will not risk helping us," Hua Zhong said.

Was Shrek forced to forfeit again this time because the Blue Silver Grass was countered by ice and the combination of ice and fire, leaving Tang San with no room to maneuver?

The entrance to Lingtian Academy was bustling with traffic and overflowing with people; many were here to register, but even more were here to see off their loved ones.

Under the piercing, brilliant gaze of Yang Awu, Yang Cong felt as if he were standing naked, completely laid bare before her.

But the appeal was undeniable: this was a controllable, two-phase transformation without any of the drawbacks of Polyjuice Potion. The cost-effectiveness was simply too tempting.

"Shing!" Seeing Ye Yunjie remain indifferent and even smile in such a dismissive manner, Lu Hongdao and the others were incensed and drew their swords in unison.

***

"Ye Tian, there are some things we would like to ask you." They were the same people who had been sitting nearby earlier, talking about how they were a bit afraid of Qi Ye.

The Colonel suggested asking the Tulip family and the Blue Cross family to help expand the search range; by comparison, the reach of these two great families was far greater than their own Black Coral group.

They had prepared a bit of everything available at home. Since the grill was already set up, relying solely on grilled fish would have felt a bit inadequate.

Qi Lin collected her admission ticket from the First High School teachers waiting at the exam site, waved to them, and stepped into the examination hall with effortless confidence.

"If you want to know, just kill me and you'll find out!" The Northwest Swordsman grinned, though the expression only made him look more ferocious.

Removing the lid of the jar, she pulled a silver hairpin from her hair and stirred the soup. The pin did not change color.

He let out a roar: "Unite! Fire-Blue Sword, unsheathe!" His hands, previously at his sides, suddenly splayed and clapped together. The two swords rotated violently while gradually drawing closer, until a massive silhouette of light manifested—the true Fire-Blue Sword.

These strands of mysterious yellow dragon energy were condensed by Bu Feiyan, who had utilized the Earth element laws to mobilize the power of the land within a hundred-foot radius.

The next day, Xu Tao'er had intended to wait for confirmed news before going over, but to her surprise, Liao Yiguang woke her up early in the morning, beaming and saying he would take her to pick up Xue Lang.

Therefore, they agreed to let her brother leave. In their eyes, how much trouble could a late-stage Divine Armor practitioner possibly stir up?

Lu Sanyi glanced at her coldly. There was no evidence yet, but she would search for it when she returned. The baby bottle used for the honey water must still be around; once found, she would have it tested—she refused to believe she wouldn't be able to uncover the truth.

She opened her eyes boldly, imagining them all as radishes and cabbages. Looking down at Xu Tao'er, who was smiling at her from below the stage, her voice gradually grew louder.

"Just now, a black shadow kept walking toward me. Just a moment ago, he was still outside our tent, wuwu..." In the end, Su Ranran could not hold back and burst into tears, burying her face in Su Qinghan's shoulder, aggrieved. If she had known, she wouldn't have been so greedy for that chicken leg.

Seeing the wonderfully expressive look on Ruya's face, Zhao Tiehu smiled smugly, thinking to himself that if she dared to debate him, he would debate her until she couldn't take care of herself.

Ye Chen curled his lips. Why else call him a Tyrannosaurus? This aura was so tyrannical it could rival that of the Fighting Holy Ape; the two were remarkably similar. To describe it in two words: overbearing.

***

Su Dongjian decided he must remain calm and hold onto these shares tightly! He had invested eight million in capital and received an eight percent stake. Although he was technically at a loss for now—with annual dividends of only about one million—he believed in the long game.

Su Jinxi asked over and over again, and Ye Youyao, contrary to his usual arrogance, answered her patiently, time and time again.

Murong Qi had never seen Dongling Huang display such a tender side. His hand, resting on the wheelchair, trembled slightly as he gazed at the depth of emotion in Dongling Huang's eyes.

"The impregnable Toad Palace must not become a second Army Hospital!" Prince Asaka-no-miya Yasuhiko roared hysterically, leading two battalions of Japanese soldiers in a frantic rush toward the mayoral residence of Fu Xiao'an.

Gradually, Ji Xirui stopped coming inside; only when Yaya occasionally had physical problems would he enter to check on her.

When Ye Chen arrived, he was blocked by guards before he could even reach the cloud ladder. Seeing that Ye Chen's cultivation was only at the Heavenly Realm, their expressions were even more arrogant.

Lin Dong was slightly stunned. He had noticed that look from Tang Hanyan just now; it seemed... Tang Hanyan had developed ideas about him again.

Bai Qin's eyes were filled with smiles as he looked at these words. Since they had parted ways last time, they had exchanged messages almost every day.

In the face of such eerie and terrifying sorcery, who could not be shocked? Who dared not fear? The consequences of offending Zhang Fan were far from as simple as death; even those related by blood to his family would face merciless extermination.

People on the internet say that Supreme Treasure seemed to have a choice from beginning to end, but in reality, he never had a choice at all.

Her own mother was dead—driven to her grave by her. Her father hated her to the core. Did she really think that returning meant she could go back to the way things were?

In the new year, Weibo didn't seem to have changed much; it was nothing more than the affairs of this celebrity or that artist—red carpets, makeup—all things she had grown tired of seeing. She browsed while listening to recommended songs on PP Music, the morning feeling somewhat dull.

"As you command." A gleam of eager anticipation flashed in Leng Rui's eyes, and upon receiving the order, he vanished from before Yun Qing in an instant.