Chapter 55: Furious to Death

Tantai Chao was silent for a moment. "A-Ye is unfamiliar with this kind of project, so he cannot offer good advice."
Ning Chu said, "It's fine. Anyway, I have funding now. Thank you. It's getting late, so I'll head back first."
"Okay." Tantai Chao stood up to accompany her out. Hearing the commotion, Zheng Cheng hurried out as well, followed by the others.
After walking out of the restaurant, Zhang Ke and Luo Rong took their materials and hailed a taxi home. The wind was a bit strong tonight.
"You lost!" Standing in front of Haruhi, she raised her chin and looked down at her, finally saying the words she had long wanted to tell her.
"So he just stopped writing? Brother Zhang, I don't understand. How did Cui Hao's poem get in his way? Why couldn't he just write his own?" Zhang Qian said.
However, her abdominal cavity was instantly "ignited," feeling truly like a raging fire. Sweat poured down like a stream, proving that the saying "half a chili pepper can scare someone to death" was no exaggeration.
Upon seeing that my great-grandfather's house had collapsed, the people from Wang Caoyu's family all ran over immediately. Wang Caoyu stood in front of the ruins, shouting anxiously a couple of times. Before long, my grandmother coughed and replied to him from inside. Wang Caoyu immediately made his family start digging, and even threw away his crutch to pitch in himself.
"Ha, our US government is just like that—stirring up trouble, making issues, and provoking conflicts everywhere, fearing only that the world might not be in chaos. So feel free to criticize all you want; we couldn't be bothered to get angry. Actually, the one who should feel unhappy is Sister Anderson," Shirley said.
Zongzheng Jin found it somewhat amusing. Previously, when Zongzheng Jun learned to walk, she was the one praising her son in front of him. Now, when he failed to learn how to speak, she was also the one wearing an expression that seemed to ask, "How can he be so foolish and clumsy?" After all, he was the same son; why were her demands and standards so changeable?
My great-great-grandfather saw the old man crying so sorrowfully—who wouldn't be heartbroken to lose a child in their old age?—and his heart softened, so he agreed to ferry the father and son across the river. However, no sooner had he agreed than trouble struck.
Speaking of which, the wrinkled work clothes Jiang Shaoyou wore were truly deceptive; no matter how one looked at them, he appeared to be nothing more than a bottom-feeder doing odd jobs in society.
"Mr. Zhang, what is going on? How did this manual of boxing techniques end up in your hands?" Li Zhentang asked in confusion.
"And you, Nanny Sun, you are a veteran nanny in the palace. Why do you still act so rashly? Do you no longer wish to stay in the Huamu Palace?"
Of course, Yingjiao belonged to the flood dragon clan. If he were to be refined into a weapon spirit, his might would certainly be much greater than that of an ordinary weapon spirit. However, once he became a weapon spirit, his soul and spiritual essence would have to be extracted for refinement.
Yin Qingrou left, but instead of returning directly to her bedroom, she sat in the living room and turned on the television, mindlessly changing channels.
Holding one on the left and one on the right might still seem relatively normal, but having one on your back and another clinging to your body inevitably makes one's imagination wander elsewhere.
Ye Yanqing did not stand on ceremony either, tilting his head back and drinking it down. He knew very well in his heart that if this Deng Rufeng wanted him dead, he certainly wouldn't bother resorting to poison.
As good as never having been here? Liu Gan secretly bewailed his predicament, but taking one look at Liu Chong's pretentious posture, the success rate of persuading him to return to Kunyang was definitely zero. Therefore, he hurriedly spilled his plan down to the last detail.
Crossing the moat and arriving at the East Grand Palace, although it was still daytime, it was dead silent here—a silence that felt somewhat frightening.
The two sat quietly. A gentle breeze swirled around them, and white clouds drifted in wisps. Trees provided dense shade, and the vegetation was lush and green. From time to time, the crisp, ethereal cry of a crane drifted past, making it feel like some nine-heavens celestial realm—shrouded in mist and brimming with immortal aura.
This giant beast, snow-white all over, breathed evenly, with a gentle sleeping expression, looking completely undisturbed.
A cold, grim smile surfaced at the corners of the black-robed man's mouth. In their view, even if Xiao Fan possessed extraordinary combat strength, attacking more than a dozen of them simultaneously was no different than throwing eggs at a rock—purely courting death.