Volume 1, Chapter 60: A Delicate Flower Blooming Proudly in the Wind

Chu Xiaoman swallowed them with tears in her eyes, while Chu Hanliang stretched his hand out in front of her.

"Eat them all up."

Looking at the cornmeal crumbs in Chu Hanliang's palm, Chu Xiaoman shook her head in agony.

Then the two of us took turns checking on Mom and Dad. Seeing that they had also logged off, the whole family gathered together in the living room to wait for Wang Shiya and the others to return.

It wasn't that he couldn't speak, but rather that he wouldn't speak unless the price was right—this was the subtext of Xu Ziling's words. However, what did Li Lizhi like? How was he supposed to know?

"You must execute my commands with the utmost care and diligence," Lu Ning said with a faint smile. "I will be absent for a time and shall return before the Journey to the West begins. I have already set up a grand formation across these six stars. Ordinary powerhouses will never be able to breach it, so you can cultivate here in peace."

Upon receiving the order, the ground-based traction forces immediately aimed their launch ports at the four extraterrestrials above. As soon as all four entered range, a golden energy light barrier surged instantly into the upper atmosphere.

The green snake's massive jaw froze, unable to close. A single hand propped against her fangs felt as though it were biting down on gold and stone, refusing to budge. Her vertical pupils constricted. She tried desperately to bite down, but to no avail. At that moment, the white snake whipped her tail violently around, the slender tail whistling through the air like a heavy club.

"Actually, I had anticipated this long ago." Zhao Zhu pulled a tissue from his breast pocket and wiped his glasses. His feet dangled in the air as he floated effortlessly—a style of movement that was remarkably carefree and relaxed.

With those words, Yi Tianji flicked his wide sleeve, a flash of light cut through the air, and he irresponsibly vanished from Jiang Sinan's sight.

After all, her primary concern was simply how to stay alive, and secondary to that was how to serve Ghost Ugly well. In her view, those were the only two things worth dwelling upon; what else could possibly trouble her?

"A smoke grenade?!" Hua Bin was greatly startled, realizing the opponent was about to escape. He sprang to his feet, only to find the space before him churning with thick smoke, obscuring everyone from view. From behind the smoke came the occasional crack of gunfire, clearly fired indiscriminately merely to deter any pursuers.

"No matter how wonderful something is, if you cannot taste it, there is no joy in it." Zhao Zhu took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his gaze was exceptionally clear and transparent.

Yet Wang Ye was a fellow who dared to provoke even a tier-three fierce beast; would he care about a mere handful of guards from Falling Maple City? Seeing those guards charge toward him, he didn't even hesitate before easily kicking two verdant-tier guards to the ground.

With one arm around Yue Lingxiang, he pulled the acupuncture needles from the prefect's body with his other hand, seized the rope, and forcefully dragged the man away.

"Are you even human?" Bai Chun asked, consumed by rage. This was the world her father had wished to save, and now that he was gone, she had to shoulder the heavy burden herself.

Qu Qingran's understanding of merfolk was basically limited to ancient records. Although she knew such magical creatures existed in this world, she had never expected to witness one with her own eyes.

When Ye Feng, Jiang Xin, and Lan Linger returned to the Desert City, they discovered that the hotel was surrounded by a massive crowd of humans, packed three layers deep inside and out, sealing off every exit.

Yue Lingxiang frowned. If you intended to inform me, Your Lordship, then speak already. What are you playing at now?

The crowd formed a circle, layers upon layers deep, with those on the outside stretching their necks as far as they could, desperate to witness firsthand the unfolding of the most absurd spectacle seen in the past five years.

"Then tell me, just how many vampires are there in Europe!" Ye Kai's eyes gleamed brilliantly.

Zhang Bichen's singing started off as thick and rich as blooming peach blossoms that could not be easily untangled, but gradually transformed into flowing water—water that, though formless and shapeless, was capable of endless variations, at times like a gentle babbling brook, and at other times like a surging, roaring river.