Chapter 52: The Second Watch (Liang Ji)

Outside the building, a sign hanging in midair displayed a dazzling advertisement for the latest game from Brilliant Future, drawing bursts of laughter.

The burly men sitting next to the “Fatty Pang” noticed his eyes bulge and knew that another spectacle was about to unfold. They grinned, pointing at Lin Yun and laughing.

The Gale Falcon was Big Mustache’s recent achievement. Among the Gray Orcs, possessing such a majestic raptor was a matter of great pride.

By the end of the banquet, not only did Old Madam Lin move into Violet No. 1 Villa with Huang Meifang, but Bai Xin, at Yu Feng’s coaxing, also took up residence. Even Qing Zheng pleaded with her father to let her stay the night, reasoning that since she was in the capital, where else should she stay but her sister’s and brother-in-law’s home?

For Chen Yu, aside from her exquisite culinary skills, her looks were her last asset. To protect this from being devoured by the law of the jungle, she had not shown her true face in years. Only her master, the Godly Chef Wu, knew she possessed unparalleled beauty.

She shamelessly wiped her mouth after speaking. When it came to preparing seafood, aside from the family’s chefs, only Lina was up to the task. Others simply couldn’t make it tasty, nor was she used to their cooking, so she smiled at Lina.

Who in their right mind would carry a magical artifact or spell to block detection at all times? Clearly, this was a case of guilty conscience.

At this thought, she flapped her limbs in vain, only to wobble her soft, clumsy body.

But India’s infrastructure was extremely weak, with low levels of development. Only the major cities had progressed. In remote villages, self-sufficiency prevailed and agriculture remained the backbone industry. In other words, ninety percent of Indians were still farmers.

Such matters, for the likes of “Dog Egg” at the restaurant and Bloodflame City on that day, struck Lin Yun’s heart and soul directly.

Generally, other experts were still stuck on drawing dragon energy into their bodies and then channeling it into the Divine Dragon. But Chen Yang had reached the stage where the Divine Dragon could absorb other dragon energies directly. It was as if others were still riding carriages, while he was already driving a car.

“Hey, are you all deaf? Get the hell out of here, or don’t blame me if you lose an arm or a leg!” The crew-cut man and his companions drew knives and short sticks, their faces fierce.

In the morning, the sky was overcast, the north wind howled, and the chill seeped into one’s bones.

Indeed, as time passed, the thunderclouds thinned, and even the force striking the protective array seemed to wane.

Though Chen Yang was displeased with Su Luomo, he knew Su Luomo was not a bad person. At this moment, he too grew anxious.

The city tower soared into the clouds, its summit invisible. Only four golden characters, “Twin Immortal City,” could be seen shining amidst the clouds.

At this moment, Long Xiaolin and Tiger Roar Marshal, who were each displaying their mystical powers in battle with Xuanyuan Rou, dared not split their focus to use their divine sense to check on their subordinates’ casualties.

But I do not wish to miss you. I understand all the knots in your heart. Please, give me time to unravel them one by one.

“I never expected Brother Yang to cross so many star domains. I’ve wandered far, but always within the nearby domains,” Cao Min exclaimed, amazed to learn that Yang Qi had traversed countless star regions.

“Jing Yun, I know I was wrong. Please, don’t kill me!” Pang Yuqi turned around, her face suddenly pitiful and delicate.

The Western Sasa tribe, graced by this favor, would surely acknowledge his great achievements and honor. Coupled with the Eastern Sasa tribe’s support, he now had the backing of three tribes to inherit the will of the Natural King.

“The cultivation technique I practice is what it is; you have no grounds for complaint. We share the same origin—methods have no permanent rules. I have returned you to your true form, so you’ll still have a chance to escape one day!” Finally, Yuan Hong’s voice came. Before the Sanyang Daoist could respond, he felt a great force surge from within. He instantly knew what Yuan Hong intended.

Hearing this denial, Li Quanyou felt both gratified and troubled by Zhao Zhengce’s respect for him as governor, and by the problem Zhao Zhengce had created. He could only smile wryly and shake his head.

“Very well, Yueying, I will marry you. I’ll have someone deliver the proposal to your family right away.” Wei Zhen had always admired Huang Yueying, though he was unsure if it was the love Zhang Guang had spoken of.

Watching his father’s smile, Carles felt a chill in his heart: Father, just what do you plan to use Canon for?

Though the Queen Mother of Heaven was not on the best terms with the Three Pure Ones of Daoism, she still nominally respected them, and the Celestial Court was considered a subordinate force of Daoism. Over the countless millennia, especially the original Chan Sect, how many benefits had it reaped from the Celestial Court?

His previous incarnation’s decision was made by none other than the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the Demon Ancestor King, who should have vanished from the Three Realms long ago.

As the person in charge of both the county’s clothing and silk mills, Shu Fang found it inappropriate to speak on certain matters. Only Xiao Han could introduce Xiao Yang and the others, which also served to motivate them.

In her eyes, being able to find icy jadeite in such a stone field could only be attributed to good fortune.

Kua Fu did not pursue, for before him stood the great shaman Rain Master and five thousand Jiuli warriors blocking the way. To catch up with Minglingzi, he would have to eliminate them all first.

Murong Shu’s spirit was long gone, soaring into the heavens. Murong Jieying’s cultivation was inferior to his, and even he could do nothing about Zhao Mu. Now, if Murong Jieying got involved, she might well be killed by Xiang Ru. Even if he survived, he could not bear the wrath of Murong Bai.

True force surged like the Yangtze River. With a flash of the arm, an illusory serpent shadow struck Ye Ling’s puppet with a resounding snap. The puppet shattered to dust, and a vermilion mist flowed to the ground, re-forming into a round orb.

“Caesar’s Cipher, Original Sin Thirty-One. Heh, you really are a complete pervert!” Dongfang Lengyu laughed, uncertain whether she was mocking or admiring Ye Wudao. But then, only Ye Wudao could make her laugh.

“When you visit patients at the hospital, remember to bring something. It’s the custom,” Lin Suyi reminded. Whether rich or poor, being hospitalized was hard for all. Bringing a gift was a token of goodwill.

After giving a brief account of the events and explaining that it was a natural training ground inside, everyone was astonished. Finally, Ling Feng approached Lei Baobao.

Bai Yu was a talkative person with a distinctive voice—slightly hoarse, yet not unpleasant. On the contrary, it was quite charming and comfortable to listen to.

Though usually boisterous and somewhat reckless, when it came to stone-cutting, he couldn’t help but grow excited, his hand trembling as he gripped the stone-cutting knife.