Volume One, Chapter 57: Unable to Make Contact

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The warm, voice-activated lights instantly illuminated the living room the moment the door opened. Huo Yusheng did not bother to change his shoes at the entryway; instead, clutching his car keys tightly, he strode directly toward their bedroom.

Then it occurred to him that since Song Jingzhi and Liu Susu could not marry Shen Chen, Shen Chen marrying into the Song family as a matrilocal husband was not a bad alternative.

With a miserable scream, he collapsed onto the ground and began to howl loudly. Because he was speaking in Hindi, Luo Xiangsi had no idea what he was shouting, but it undoubtedly consisted of accusations against her.

Liang Jinchnge was quite content just being able to go find Ying Rui; it did not matter who accompanied her, so she simply replied, "Okay."

The Great Demon King Lu kept his phone in his hand, his gaze still fixed on the screen, remaining completely silent. Ye Qiao was so frightened that she stiffened, unable to move a muscle.

"Oh yeah! Zixun, you're amazing! Let's just sit back and watch a good show in a moment!" Luo Wan smiled cunningly.

This fellow had a rather glib tongue and spoke in standard Mandarin. Since when did hanging a banner have such strict standards? Could it be that he had too much time on his hands?

This fortune-telling could be considered exceptionally good. Her maternal grandparents expressed their profuse thanks and took their leave, handing over an extra red envelope containing one thousand yuan before departing.

She clapped excitedly, her applause the loudest in the entire class. Meanwhile, Ye Zhenzhen, sitting in the front row, curled her lips in scorn upon hearing that the boy came from the countryside.

Su Yan was momentarily stunned, though she roughly understood the reason behind it. "No wonder she was so emotional when she saw me; she must have encountered a great deal of danger prior to this." Realizing that things might have turned out much worse had she ignored a plea for life at noon, Su Yan broke out in a cold sweat.

The Prince of Qin placed high hopes on Yue Ling, so he offered no further admonitions, simply waiting quietly for Yue Ling to uncover the truth.

Never had they expected that the Prince of Qin would come in person. The guards of Prince Kang's estate all laid down their weapons and retreated to the side.

Looking at Zhang Yihang's retreating figure, Huang Miaomiao suddenly felt as though Zhang Yihang had aged several years in this very moment.

Lin Xiaoxiao was suppressed by the majestic pressure of the Soul Formation stage, her spiritual foundation unstable and her legs trembling. She relied entirely on a single breath of determination to keep from collapsing. Upon hearing Mo Yusheng's words, she managed with great effort to draw a flying sword, but she was capable of nothing more.

Aside from Chief Secretary Wang, Du Ke, and a group of other strategists, there was also Sun Qi, the commander of the prince's elite guards, and several burly men.

Let me get this straight: my father-in-law is in the building materials industry, and my father-in-law gave you money so that you could buy building materials?

Nothing necessarily needs to operate according to fixed laws; it only needs to operate according to ritual propriety, and it will likely avoid collapse and remain very stable.

That person wore a look of flattered surprise, quickly stepped closer, rubbed his hands together, and spoke with a mysterious air.

"Squad leader, what are you doing? Practicing the art of sinking thousand-pound weights?" Yu wiped the water from her face, looking somewhat helpless. After saying this, however, she discovered that Hua Mulan had not come up.

Hearing her even breathing, he finally believed that she had truly fallen asleep. Yet precisely because of this, he felt even more at a loss as to what to do.

Wang Tian and Guo Cai were startled. Turning their heads, they discovered it was Zhao Liushu. She was dressed in athletic gear, her hair half-wet, holding a towel in her hand. Needless to say, she must have just finished working out.

Yang Bin's expression grew increasingly dim. He admitted that he usually did not pay much attention to his image, but he had never imagined his face could be so repulsive. In his memory, he was clearly an overwhelmingly handsome man; this sudden contrast left him feeling rather desolate.

It was now Kisha's turn. Sighing, she drew a card. After looking at the card, Kisha no longer wished to continue the duel.

"Liu Yi, over here! Over here!" Yang Wan called out to him happily. As before, he was accompanied by several other senior martial brothers, including Liang Jie and Liang Hui.

"Of course, my Lightning of Life contains abundant life force, which is immensely beneficial for the recovery of any living creature's injuries. Moreover, when used during our dual cultivation, as our spirits and flesh merge into one, the effect is even better," Lei Yu explained.

Hearing this, the scholarly middle-aged man in dark gold robes flashed a strange look in his eyes and suddenly spoke: "Fellow cultivators, sealed upon this altar is an ancient demon. Because the seal has loosened, it is about to break into the world."

The heavy sword that was originally meant to smash into the mechanical sphere was suddenly swept horizontally by the Sea King, and [Survivor of the D.D.] was forcefully hammered away! Ollie took 100 battle damage, leaving his life points at 3900.

Pan Ling glanced at Lu Fei, then at her teacher Fan Shuiqing, feeling immense pressure. Even a fool knew that something extraordinary must have happened.

Thud, thud, thud. Heavy impacts echoed from the pitch-black cave. As the cave wall continued to bulge, with a crash, soil and stones burst outward, and Wei Xian vaulted out from the opening. The Dragon's Eye technique emitted a soft glow from his fingertips; on the ground, fractured rail tracks could be seen, clearly indicating an abandoned mine shaft.

Guiding an eight-year-old Sasuke for a bit certainly posed no problem; an Anbu squad captain is not attained simply through connections.

"Apologies, the two of you stay away from me. I cannot let you ruin my plans," Xinglian said with a lifted lip, swallowing the red pill.

No one dared to disperse their posts of their own accord, but everyone felt that "the situation had eased." Those who felt their status was sufficient began pleading and pulling strings to have their close relatives and friends withdrawn from the city walls. Many of those assigned to routine duties below the city directly began to perfunctorily handle their tasks, and some even resorted to disappearing altogether.

Baili Wuchen swiftly retracted his white silk ribbon, completely unconcerned about how many times Meng Wanning might tumble in the air as a result. Naturally, whether she would fall because of it was entirely outside his consideration.

First was Goshuhan, who steadfastly guarded Tongguan Pass, beating back the rebel attacks several times. On one hand, this dampened the rebels' morale; on the other, it bought a vast amount of time.

His initial decision to seek out Itachi first stemmed from their good relationship. Itachi possessed a calm mind, and when they met to discuss internal Uchiha matters, they could at least speak calmly. Furthermore, at this time, Sasuke was still training and honing his skills in Orochimaru's lair, making it inappropriate.

"Good grief, are you teasing me? If you're truly showing your spirit, how about letting me get this call through?" Wang Lun wailed. Unfortunately, the heavens had no time to entertain him.

"Really? That's simply wonderful. Establish a video connection with Island, I want to make a detailed report," said Hibiki Goro.

Judging by the limited knowledge of the indigenous people behind the city wall battlements, a troop like this must belong to a Major General at the very least. Otherwise, how could they possess such imposing style? There were over a dozen robust cavalrymen, all sturdy men carrying sabers, riding strong horses with fine saddles. Such a contingent could not be outfitted by ordinary wealth. These dozen-plus riders were escorting a single man in their midst.