Chapter 27

Having finished her busy day and returned home to rest, Martha received a call from the son of whom she was so proud.

If the words of Kunpeng were true, then the battle between Gonggong and Zhurong in later generations was likely orchestrated by Baize.

Su Chang could not help but wonder why such a normal romance would result in this outcome in this world.

For the mother of the dignified Prefect of Cangzhou to be celebrating her birthday, and for him to have to personally invite this person—if others in Cangzhou knew of this, wouldn't their jaws drop to the floor?

Just as the balding teacher was droning on with his criticism of Qin Yuan, the imagination engine of Qin Yuan's cheat code suddenly activated, and messages scrolled across the virtual panel in front of him.

Coming from a later era, he naturally advocated for free love. At most, he and Dafeng were just friends; there were absolutely no romantic feelings involved.

In an instant, a torrent of thousands of sword shadows surged forth in the void like floodwaters released from a dam, the raging silver sea stirring the heavens into a biting chill.

She lay on her side, reaching out to rest her palm gently against Duoqi Si’s cheek. One of her legs, with a curve as graceful as a swan’s neck, was lifted softly and draped over his thigh.

Er Gouzi felt a pinch of reluctance; this eighteen hundred was his private stash, which he had spent an entire year saving up.

The question was, was this affection based on him as an individual, or was it something that only arose because of the shared experiences he had with "Duoqi Si"?

"Haha, this Ice Dragon is so silly!" Angela, who was watching Su Jun fight from the sidelines, burst into laughter when she saw the Ice Dragon slap its own head.

In the blink of an eye, the two had been in their rented room for five days, living a blissful life where they lost track of day and night. Shi Xiaofeng had called several times over these five days, but Chen Zhiming had only answered once.

At this moment, Uncle Ji was still persistently sawing at the ropes with a shard of glass. Before he knew it, the rope around his wrists finally snapped.

If we hadn't stumbled onto this train by accident, their conspiracy might well have succeeded.

Uncle Qing sent men to dump the White Tiger at the entrance of the nearest police station. Shortly after they left, several men in black arrived in a car and took away the White Tiger’s body.

Ye Zhen hadn't had the chance to tell him about the sweating on his neck while he slept, and he wouldn't understand anyway. He had already accompanied Ye Zhen through so much; he was more than a friend, more than a brother—like the Holy Venerable, he was family. Ye Zhen shouldn't trouble him further. It would be better to ask the Holy Venerable when the time came.

There was nothing left to tempt the three of them further, so after settling the bill at the back, they walked out of the fourth segment.

I originally thought the Queen Mother would have conditions to propose, but I never expected her to simply ask me to pick her up at the airport. This was quite normal; after all, the Queen Mother was not yet military personnel, and she could not meet with the top brass of the military without me leading the way.

Old Cai felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head. Since he began his cultivation, he had always possessed a bold and straightforward personality, only gradually settling down as he aged in recent years.

The Bear Monster said, "That depends on whether you have the skill." With that, he leaped forward, grabbed his spear, and thrust it at Sun Wukong.

Thinking deeper, if high-level Daoist masters existed, then what of those in Buddhism and other sects? What of the legendary immortals, gods, demons, and ghosts from myths and legends?

Whenever there was a truly tricky task, personnel would be sent from the headquarters in Shu, with these branches serving only as support.

Yet when Lin Jiu heard that Qingfeng was leaving, he actually took out the Guardian Deity he had prepared for himself long ago to help him successfully refine the jade talisman.

Sun Wukong, lacking any sense of propriety, swung his staff wildly. Zhenyuanzi parried left and right with his horsetail whisk. After fighting for two or three rounds, he realized that if this continued, he would be no match for Sun Wukong.

If he remembered correctly, to prevent any accidents, he had specifically instructed Superintendent Hu to cancel the memorial service tonight. How could the plot from the film still unfold?

He rubbed his still-heavy head, packed his things, and set off toward Tianxin Pavilion.

"During the period of completing your recruitment mission, daily tasks must also be completed! Otherwise, you will still face punishment," the soldier reiterated repeatedly.

Zhang Xiaofeng immediately used his divine sense to scan the jade hairpin, which resembled a bird in shape, and discovered that the faint, elusive fluctuation of spiritual energy was indeed present. He began to ponder silently.

A talisman suddenly fell from Mu Mengmeng’s bosom. Startled, Mu Mengmeng didn't wait for Chen Jing to react before she threw herself directly onto the talisman.

"Hello, I am Xiao Shan. Is this Mr. Fuji Kyoyama?" Wang Yaqiao asked urgently upon hearing Xiao Shan's voice.

Moreover, the situation within the Yellow Turbans was far from optimistic; both logistics, such as grain and fodder, and the morale of the people were serious issues.

After finishing the call, Xiao Shan looked at Lin Kexin, who was still sitting in the room with worried eyes. He walked to her side, pulled her into his embrace, and looked at her with gentle eyes.

Rongyue was unaware of the truth and assumed she was just overly excited from suddenly possessing fire spiritual energy. "Don't worry, I will teach you..." Before Rongyue could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the door being pushed open abruptly.

Inside the cave, I walked in front while Lei Mingxuan followed silently behind. We both walked in silence.

Finally, when she was forced to sigh up at the sky in frustration, she remembered that vixen, Li Junxiu, who was upstairs.

"I am simulating the proper respect I should show for the good things Master Yuan Feiwu is rewarding me with," he said solemnly, using his hands to gesture the shape of a round, long, cylindrical object.

The Savage Turtle ran away in a panic after hearing Yao Ran’s words. The Savage Turtle was still too shy; by the second week at the family academy, Yao Ran had heard good reviews about him and had gradually begun to figure some things out.

When all was said and done, Bai Ping's call had its benefits; Lanzi stopped making a fuss and sat quietly to the side, not saying a word.

After all, he had been able to make Zhuo Lan recover enough outside the arena to suddenly rise up and injure someone. He wasn't sure if others could do the same.

Ao Guang claimed at this moment that this treasure sword, formed by the fusion of many others, was likely the complete form of the Killing Sword. Qin Hao was naturally astonished, even somewhat skeptical and disbelieving.

As for me, I nodded heavily, sweating all over as I looked at Difa. Although Difa’s explanation was complex and convoluted, I still roughly understood what he meant.

The two of them got up together, kissed He Yining on the face, and then left the ICU with Li Yunze.

Hmph, who cares about him? He is offering his services for nothing, a helper delivered right to my door—it would be a waste not to take it.