Volume One, Chapter 57: The Lucky Doll

Lei Shaochen lightly pinched her waist and said angrily, "Is that so? Who's more handsome, him or me?" By the end, his words sounded almost like gnashing teeth.

Beside them, Xiao Ziqian smiled slyly, wrapped his arm around Bai Muxue's slender waist, and his dark eyes reflected her playful expression.

Before she could finish speaking, Wei Junsheng pulled Su Meiyu into his arms. Her body stiffened for a moment, then gradually softened as she reached out to embrace him. Her body began to tremble, and she could no longer control her sobs.

Her face was tense and fierce, almost gnashing her teeth, and she was startled by her own reflection in the car window. She blinked, noticing the person opposite seemed much calmer now. Was that really her fierce expression just moments ago? Yang Xiruo was taken aback, realizing she could be so ruthless.

"Ah..." Xu Qiang gave a weak cough, blood pouring from his lips. I couldn't help but reach out to wipe the blood back into his mouth. Damn it, I don't even know why I did such a foolish thing, but I really didn't want Xu Qiang to die. Truly, my mind was in chaos.

Hearing her explanation eased some of his frustration. He suppressed the remaining anger and said, "Go home now, there’s something up." Lei Shaochen didn’t bother explaining further, stating the point directly.

This measure was met with much support. Those who had lost loved ones, despite their grief, pulled themselves together upon hearing this and cooperated actively with the local authorities, helping to build houses with great enthusiasm.

"Grandpa, with your lousy chess skills, how dare you challenge a master? Isn’t that just asking to be humiliated?" Ye Liuli sat on the stone bench, not surprised at all by the result.

"General, please give the order. Leave the equipment behind for the last kilometer and have the soldiers run forward as much as possible. Let me show you how it's done," said the man of Asian descent.

Xie Shijun awkwardly turned her head, her face still calm, but waves of turmoil surged in her heart, leaving her unable to regain composure.

She only told Tang San and Zhu Zhuling about Wang Ming giving Zhu Yun’er the soul bone, so among the seven, only the three knew.

Mu Yunqian walked through the lively marketplace, where crowds thronged the entrance of the Zhou family bank. In contrast, the other shops were deserted.

Along the way, the forest was deep and tranquil, ancient trees towering overhead, wildflowers carpeting the ground, bees buzzing and butterflies dancing. If it weren’t for Mu Yiyi’s prior warning, no one would imagine that behind such harmonious and beautiful scenery lay immense danger.

Each piece was worth a thousand gold coins. Wang Ming bought so many for precaution—after all, he had plenty of money.

Duan Xiu, Duan Yao, and Duan Beishan were all distant relatives from the same family line. By seniority, they should call Duan Beishan "uncle."

At that moment, a man robed in white descended from the sky, landing before Feng Yunran like a celestial being.

As for others in the residence, some watched the drama unfold, while others truly worried, each with different expressions and hidden motives.

This enormous mansion was even larger than the estate owned by the landlord Xue at the east end of the village. Its stone-walled courtyard stood over ten feet tall, with a wide, imposing gate. Inside the gate was a row of side rooms, functioning much like gatehouses.

She revealed her decision to her father, who did not object, so she didn’t call her mother.

"If all the energy in the secret realm is absorbed by us, what reaction will it trigger?" Lin Zhi asked.

"We have the entire Eastern Continent as our rear. If His Majesty Peidi is determined to destroy this undead legion, victory is only a matter of time," Tela said, completely unconcerned about the war now that he knew the Kingdom of Kruria would send reinforcements.

"I..." Ji Xuan’s mind was in turmoil. Just as she thought she understood, Ren Xiaoyou’s words threw her off again, though she soon realized something was amiss.

Even if their cannons could inflict some damage on Zhang Liao’s cavalry, it wouldn’t be much.

Those two cats reportedly kept watch in the shop all night—a black one and a white one. Many people saw them.

"This is it. There really is a shop here; they didn’t lie to us. Our risky journey was indeed the right choice," said a ragged young man.

Bai Qianchi hadn’t slept well last night. She yawned, hugged her arms, crossed her legs, and closed her eyes to nap.

If the reinforcements arrive at Longshu City, it will be much harder to breach the city.

Nodding at the black figure in greeting, Mo Li glanced again at Bai Qianchi before turning to leave.

Seeing so many familiar old faces, the feeling of returning home grew stronger. I wanted to greet them, but reason held me back, lest complications arise.

Feng Yangxu and his companions all looked grim, their eyes flickering uneasily. The only reason they hadn’t erupted was that Liu Mang clearly didn’t know what was going on. However, if things went badly, relations between the four families and Liu Mang would become extremely tense, and his friendship with Feng Yangxu would surely break.

Long Yunfeng’s mastery of the water law had strayed because he took too many shortcuts. By rights, he should never have reached the ninth level of Da Luo, but he did so by applying the law of time to himself, reverting his water law back to the seventh level and retracing his path over five hundred years, finally breaking through.

Miss Yue’s morning playfulness was almost exhausted, so she let Yan Jun off the hook for the afternoon.

Meanwhile, Sword Demon wielded an ancient blade. The sword’s aura vibrated, instantly forming thousands of sword lights around him, raining down on Ling Xiao.