Chapter 88: A Dark Moon and a Bitter Wind

In the Lu family compound in the provincial capital of Henan, a lean middle-aged man in damp clothes was kneeling before the ancestral tablets, being punished in the family shrine.

“Second Brother, do you admit your mistake?” Lu Wenhan asked flatly, a wooden staff in his hand.

Behind him sat the Lu family patriarch, Lu Zhengqing, already in his sixties.

The second son, Lu Feibai, lifted his neck stubbornly and said...

Immediately after, he took the set of pure jade needles from his storage ring, activated the mystery of life force, and used the pure jade needles to unleash the fourth needle of the Heavenly Meridian Divine Needle, drawing out life force.

Li Yaohua stopped in her tracks. “What did you say? Is there trouble at Mount Yuhua?” she asked, turning back.

The special powers also included the daily lives of ordinary people; the prices of rice, flour, oil, and salt all fell within the surveillance range of the Eastern Depot.

He suddenly turned his head and glanced at Lin Xiao, then, without explanation, pulled her aside, briskly lowered the trunk, and returned to the driver’s seat.

Because she had helped Xuhua, Li Yaohua no longer felt as resistant toward her. Yet now that she had shown herself, Li Yaohua was not afraid she would drag her into trouble; she was afraid that she herself would implicate Xuhua.

“Oh!” The county magistrate nodded and lightly wiped the sweat from his forehead; however, that motion was still caught by Dajue, who had sharp eyes.

At the time, Li Xin had been stunned and had not reacted for a moment. Instead, Guan Quan, with his keen ears, had rushed over and yanked Hu Yueying, accusing her of ruining his reputation in front of Li Xin.

“What is going on? Even if your two families are at odds, there’s no need for this, is there?” Wang Lei asked in confusion.

Within the Chaotic Divine Court there were six hundred thousand angelic beings at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. Now, under the relentless slaughter of the immortal army, nearly two hundred thousand of those angels had already fallen. The Pangu Universe’s forces, though still firmly in the upper hand, were also suffering losses from time to time.

His situation had not changed in the slightest. To abruptly alter habits that had been formed over years, without any reason, would easily arouse suspicion. Those people, even after more than a decade, had still not relaxed their vigilance against him; they kept watchers hidden in the dark. If he showed any anomaly, they might well move to probe him.

This was a rougher style that valued speed and power, completely abandoning spin and variation, a technique characteristic of the seventies.

Then dozens of dinosaurs surfaced, blocking Odin and the others’ pursuit. Truly insidious.

As a child, he had been the darling of the entire Yunshan Sect. Now, after all the troubles of growing up, the question before him was this: should he forget Senior Sister Ying Xue and everything beyond the sect, remain in Yunshan Sect as the person his parents and elders had arranged for him to be, and accept Senior Brother Ying Mu’s admiration, or leave this place and seek his own life?

Unable to make sense of this great question, something beyond the laws of physics and lifted to the height of philosophy, Kong Zhendong turned his thoughts to the opening ceremony of the Beijing Asian Games the next day.

A fragrance lingered in his nose, and in his arms there was a fiery, voluptuous body pressed close to him. Even through the reinforced suit, which resembled leather, he could still clearly feel the touch of that supple form, soft yet springy in the most pleasing way, so alluring that it was hard to let go.

On the top floor of a towering building hidden amid the bustle of the city stood a secret company that had only just opened its doors.

But in truth, anyone with clear eyes knew that the Northern Expedition General of the Empire of China, Zhao Yuanan, had not yet fully trusted the surrender of the Danish royal city.

So a time-space bubble itself was not harmful, but the consequences it might bring were far from pleasant.

He even recorded the entire process on his phone, planning to send it to the myriad worlds as publicity.

Ma Ruixuan glanced at his phone and saw that the screen displayed Old Shen’s name. After all, Old Shen was quite a figure in the provincial capital.

At that, Professor Huang’s face fell. He was indeed an expert in appraising jade and stone, but this stone looked as though it had been casually picked up from the roadside. What value could it possibly have?