Chapter 48 Encountering an Old Acquaintance

Perhaps he just hadn't noticed it yet, but if these people really intended to become his enemies, would he truly be able to survive under their hands?

"Abundance every year—" Qiqige also served the fish on the table. The fish was too large, so it was simply placed on a large tea tray.

"Please, please have some tea, Grandfather!" With so many people around, Mai Jiang still felt somewhat shy.

A meteor shower broke out across the entire sky. Attracted by that exaggerated, spotted chakra, all the meteorites plummeted at supersonic speeds, and such high speeds instantly ignited every single one of them.

Zhao Tuo stepped on the brakes. Not quite understanding the situation, he saw Gu Bei staring out the window and followed his gaze.

In fact, Chu Nan had originally planned to return to Southeast Province immediately after finishing his trivial matters in the capital. After all, given his current strength, he probably did not have great odds of winning against the Han family of the capital.

"Heh, who will be buried with whom? It's still a bit too early to say that now. I look forward to your arrival." With those words, Xiao Fei tossed his cell phone directly into the roadside bushes.

Chu Nan lied without turning a red face or skipping a beat. To pull off this deception and keep up appearances, he had no choice but to show a lack of filial respect toward his cheap father in words.

The Soul-Death Flower, rumored to grow in the crevices between the realms of the living and the dead, is a flower born from the absorption of dead grievances. Whenever a world-class war broke out on the mainland, the battlefield running with rivers of blood would inevitably bloom with Soul-Death Flowers, their scarlet petals symbolizing death.

An older middle-aged man watched the younger disciples cheering and leaping with joy, and words of contempt slipped naturally from his lips.

"Is that so?" Yu Moqing experienced a sudden epiphany. After all this fuss, Tu Yue was actually investigating Donglang too? And had even been more farsighted than her?

Just at that moment, a death-sworn warrior seized the initiative, grabbed Yu Moqing's foot, and tried to drag her to the ground, while the curved blade in his hand slashed wildly at the floor.

Chen Fei raised his head to look at the painting, and suddenly a halo of light rushed into his mind. He immediately understood that this was a treasure.

He had originally intended to move her into the imperial villa to recuperate, but pitying her weakness and fearing that the fatigue of travel would worsen her condition, he decided to let her recover within the palace instead. With Physician Liu and Physician Zhang administering treatments, only these two were permitted to enter and exit the Xuanya Hall, while all other persons were strictly forbidden from coming and going.

The events of that year brought endless misery to his own son. Fortunately, now the family was reunited, and through a twist of fate, Ji Yue had gone to the realm of longevity.

Zhi Xiao pressed her lips tightly together, her hands beneath the table clenched into fists. Although she was filled with boiling rage, she could not show even the slightest hint of it.

Yu Moqing raised her eyes, unable to stop a sigh of internal admiration. Could Tu He actually think this way? It seemed he was not completely ignorant of the imperial way.

"I won't do it, it's boring. Find me a frontline job, like cosmetics sales." Being a vice president sitting in a corporate office was far too dull; it would be much better to go do sales on the ground and earn a salary based on performance, genuinely earning money through one's true ability.

Yu Moqing wondered how this could be. Had Tu Zhenzhen kept all these items all along just as memories?

After all, in the past, Ling Xiao would never have dared to treat Uncle Zhen's family like this. Yet now, time and time again, he simply showed no regard for Uncle Zhen whatsoever.

"What on earth are you talking about? Why didn't I understand a single word?" Zhu Qiyu could not help frowning, looking with utter confusion at this elder brother spouting nonsense. What worlds? What final glory of the Huaxia nation? What kind of nonsense was all this?

"Why are you suddenly asking about this? What are you doing asking this?" Huang Youcai's heart began to race with an unprovoked wave of tension.

"We subjects are willing to follow Your Majesty unto death to wash away our past shame." With a face full of excitement, Yang Xin was the first to bow, shouting loudly. Dozens of men bowed in unison once more, and accompanied by the clanking of their armor, their vow carried a faint edge of martial killing intent.

Along the way, however, there were no longer any monsters. Perhaps we had eliminated them all at once. Yet this stillness made me feel even more uneasy. Who knew if ghosts might appear?

"Where can I find such a heart of stone?" I found myself in a dilemma. If it were my own heart that needed to be exchanged, I would do it without a moment's hesitation, but it actually required a stone heart—how could a stone possibly have a heart?

Today, the Stadio delle Alpi also welcomed a large number of Fiorentina fans. Though there were only about ten thousand of them, their morale was high, and their clamor and cheers could be heard throughout almost the entire stadium. Many of them were shouting Chen Yu's name; over the past half year, Chen Yu's reputation had grown increasingly prominent, vaguely trending toward becoming the premier star of Serie A.

"You can go ask that in hell," Zhao Chen growled in a low voice, throwing a punch straight at the masked man. Feeling the terrifying force packed into Zhao Chen's fist, the masked man was shocked and hurriedly raised his arms to block his chest.

Xia Shangyuan and Young Master Zhang, sitting beside them, smiled and raised their wine glasses, looking intent on taking turns drinking the old man under the table.

System prompt: Due to the restriction of domain power, you cannot leave combat. You have entered combat status.

More than forty thousand Barcelona fans in the stands roared and shouted together as if pumped full of adrenaline, single-mindedly eager to see Ronaldinho humiliate Fiorentina's core player.

Knowing Su Yunliang's special identity and needing her help, how could they possibly not know how to choose?

Under Regice's manipulation, these ordinary grains of sand erupted with the destructive power of bullets, yet every single one of them was intercepted in mid-air by Togepi.

Though both were fully clothed, this was an office, and coupled with Guan Wanting's voluptuous figure, it felt as though a powerful electric current was instantly transmitted between the two of them, radiating a scorching heat.

"Jingming!" Xiang Lan cried out, rushing forward to throw herself into his arms, wiping her tears and mucus all over his jacket.

With the moon high in the center of the sky, Xiang Lan stayed the night at Zhizhi's place. Outside Sakura Garden, a white SUV was parked, and Qi Nanfeng flipped through the photos on his phone with a lifted smile.

"I found it." Hearing those words, Ye Feng also nodded. In fact, from the moment that elderly man in black had first appeared, he had already sensed that the aura emanating from the latter far exceeded the Spirit King realm, carrying the majestic pressure of a Spirit Zun realm cultivator within it.

The frown between Nie Lingzhuo's brows deepened, drawing together tightly. It seemed the punishment had not been harsh enough; he would have to redouble his efforts.

Hearing these words, the expressions of the Sun family members filled with displeasure. They were one of the four great noble clans of the Sky Wind Empire, and even His Majesty the Emperor had to give them ample face.

His cold eyes were half-squinted, the moon reflecting right in the center of his pupils and slowly transforming into the silhouette of An Yuxi. Her figure appeared upon the moon, and the moment it emerged, it tugged violently at his heart.