Chapter 67

Hearing the system's voice, Chen Ze was instantly thrilled and hurriedly equipped the skill. In an instant, he felt his mind clear up significantly. Many past matters related to card games and gambling that he couldn't figure out or make up his mind about could now be understood one by one.

Upon learning of this, Shui Yao quickly consulted with the prefect and the county magistrate. Stabilizing public sentiment was paramount, and as for the troublemakers, a thorough investigation was imperative.

On the other side, Uncle Four-Eyed and Uncle Ninth, having heard the commotion, immediately hurried toward Chongzhen's location.

Lu Xiaoyao looked around, finding it completely deserted with no obvious signs of a struggle. Yet, Lu Xiaoyao's mind still could not find peace.

This sort of "heroic gallantry" akin to an egg striking a stone only made her sneer with contempt; she even knew that the fellow in front of her was merely putting on an act.

"Fan Jun, parting today, I wonder if we will ever have the chance to meet again?" Li Zhong still harbored a shred of hope, wishing that one day they might cross paths once more.

"You lied to me!" Seeing Big Gold Tooth portray him as such a good person, Fatty shouted indignantly.

Ma Youcai was deeply worried that Wang Qing might come looking for him again. After finishing his meal, he began writing, drawing, tapping, and hammering around the house. Finally, he made up his mind to dig an extra basement inside his room.

Shui Yao slept the entire afternoon. When she woke up in the evening, her stomach was growling with hunger, but just as she finished eating, Ma Peng returned.

Seeing the news article below about canned goods causing enemy troops to surrender, Shui Yao couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought that something considered a casual remark back then would actually prove true in such a wonderful way?

They all pitched in to help clean up, and in no time, the place was spotless, even the kitchen gleaming.

On the deck, the coalition forces of the Shattered Sunset and the main army of the Alliance already gripped their weapons and shields, standing in strict battle readiness. The moment the magical barrier was shattered would be the time for them to shed blood in fierce combat.

Mo Xiaofeng's residence was located near the First High School. The house wasn't entirely new, but it came with a courtyard, and the interior was kept very clean and spacious.

Xue Yao pulled An Mo's hand and gave it a slight wave. "This is very simple. Let Momo and Lili be our spokesmodels, broadcast this advertisement online first, and then release a photograph of Momo's hands every day or every other day."

Aside from the people already crowding around the jadeite cutting machine, the guests who had been busy selecting raw stones also subconsciously looked over.

Professor Dai's temper flared up instantly after being bumped into. For some reason recently, nothing he did seemed to go right, and his bad luck had reached its peak.

Taking a deep breath, Liang Chuan raised his head, took a drag from his cigarette, and then casually glanced around with a natural air, immediately pulling out his phone to tap at the screen aimlessly.

Zhou Jiao didn't possess the ability to persuade a rebellious teenager; she had to offer him some temptations. Besides, what use was even getting into a university? She had no way of voicing these thoughts aloud.

In truth, this was much like a marriage proposal. The vast majority of men proposed as a formality once the conditions were ripe, and in such matters, formalism became immensely precious—a memory that could be cherished for a lifetime.

Bai Qianchi abruptly flung away Brother Tian's hand, then drew a tissue from the bar counter and leisurely wiped her hands.

The Three Primordial Divine Sword, capable of trapping a Great Luo Golden Immortal, borrowed Yang Nan's supreme might today and managed to forcefully trap the Six-Winged Demon God. The saying that objects follow the will of their wielder holds true precisely because of this.

A game of chess had been played for an unknown length of time, but the contest between the two seemed only just beginning. Yang Lan would employ verbal blades and psychological swords to assail Yang Nan's Dao heart, yet how could Yang Nan allow himself to fall behind?

A fireball blasted out. It was a skill that should have dealt massive damage, but since I was riding a fire dragon, it immunized me against most of the damage, leaving me with only a little over twenty thousand health points.

When Chu Yan figured out the trouble Xuanxuan was facing, he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. Indeed, even an upright official finds it hard to settle family domestic affairs. For the time being, he truly had no good suggestions for Xuanxuan because the chasm and generational gap between Xuanxuan and her parents had built up over more than just a day or two.

Trembling all over, she finally poured out everything she knew without reservation, explaining all the various possibilities related to the reflux of the fire source to Zhan Feihong.

It wasn't just Lengxue and the ten death-defying guards appearing by Ling Tian's side, but also dozens of men from Xing Feng's Fierce Tiger Hall.

Right at that moment, the spirit master legion in the imperial palace also rushed over upon hearing the news. After listening to a brief report from the elders, they immediately transmitted the news back to the palace.

"You are not allowed to take leave..." Cong Lin said coldly, gathered her belongings, and walked out the classroom door.

Although Zhan Feihong possessed the Earth-Fleeing Technique, allowing him to travel freely through the deep underground, he had never experienced a battle formation of this magnitude.

On the arena, Ye Feng's great sword had already unleashed tenfold attack power, yet it still proved ineffective against Diwu Aotian. Diwu Aotian was, after all, a martial artist who had integrated nine different origin attributes.

Ouyang let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up as a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Qingchen gave a faint smile, nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the figures in black all rose from their kneeling positions. Xiao Qingchen walked over, passing by Liushan Moshu, and whispered softly into her ear, "Why not the matriarch?" Without waiting for Liushan Moshu's reply, he leaped into midair and burst into hearty laughter.

"There is land ahead, follow me closely!" Hesitating for a moment, Ye Feng executed his Wind-Stepping Stride, as light as a swallow, skimming across the surface like a dragonfly touching water toward the direction of the earthen mound.

Long Er, meanwhile, took out a blanket and spread it on the nearby grass. After setting it up, he conscientiously gathered dry firewood and lit a campfire.

Born of humble origins, Shu Ji could never be elevated by Meng Tian to a legitimate wife; she was destined to be a concubine who could never hold her head high for the rest of her life. In the eyes of the Meng family, was she not merely someone of humble birth?