28. The Family Group Chat

Before leaving, Elder You smiled and said something to her.

"You have a keen eye; you are truly worthy of the fate of a born empress. Little Si Yun, your path ahead will be filled with blooming flowers."

Si Yun, puzzled, looked suspiciously at Ji Hanxiao, who was driving.

"Don't tell me you know Elder You as well?" Si Yun asked.

Ji Hanxiao remained silent for several seconds.

"Could it be fake?" Jiang Hao examined it closely. How could this be a dragon pearl? It was clearly nothing more than a high-quality pearl. Suddenly, a sweet sensation rose in Jiang Hao's throat; he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Using two iron-like feathers to strike sparks, he lit a bonfire and roasted the heart of a Dragon Eagle, which was larger than a washbasin. Even after eating it, he was only half-full.

All the employees on the farm were recruited from nearby households—experienced old farmers and herdsmen whose entire families lived on the farm. Each family was allocated a certain number of cattle, sheep, poultry, or plots of land for growing vegetables and fruits.

Furthermore, Grandmother was not superstitious; in fact, she scoffed at tales of ghosts and gods, saying that humans, like all things in the world, were subject to the natural cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death, and there was no need to dwell on them.

"Oh, I've been asleep for two hours," Xiaoxiao yawned. Her sleeping hours were becoming increasingly long.

They were unaware that, in the midst of the spatial turbulence, dozens of elders were engaged in a heated argument. The thirteen guardians of the Wild Lands and over thirty powerful beings from the Witch, Poison, Demon, and Underworld realms were busy pointing fingers at one another.

"Clang!" Xu Mo kicked the jackal head on the ground away, then turned to look around, discovering that everyone had finished their battles. The floor of the dark chamber was littered with the severed limbs and fragments of Anubis bronze statues.

With the duration of his speed buff still active, Luo Che turned left and right, dodging the eight homing grenades for all he was worth.

With another loud crash, Evil Shadow let out a miserable howl, feeling intense pain in his back. He was swatted away like a fly, sent flying horizontally by the strike.

At that time, Mu Qingming still believed that the others were simply planning to give him a chance to prove himself through a trial.

That was Tengfeng’s "Cloud Hand," a technique that incorporated over a dozen of his signature moves when facing Fuji! Achieving this was easier than anything.

The third task was not an upgraded version of the previous ones, but it presented a major challenge: the mission required him to acquire a television station in Daya Island. This was beginning to make Chen Ji feel troubled.

The heart that had finally settled down was now racing again. Liu Zepeng was something of a school heartthrob; how could Chen Ji not feel nervous about such a formidable romantic rival?

As for Ren Taiping, he glanced quietly at Zheng Hai, only to find that his senior brother still looked calm—at least on the surface. What he was truly thinking was impossible to know.

After thinking for a year, and with no one living there, they began to cry out again. No matter what, they shouldn't waste their energy like this, and no matter what, they shouldn't keep bullying people. He also understood that if they dared to act so recklessly again, they would eventually become a laughingstock.

However, the current situation was that the crumbling pillars of earth seemed to follow a pattern: first the innermost circle, then expanding outward ring by ring. Now, only the ten outermost pillars remained.

For the sake of a crystalline, translucent aesthetic, the storefront was constructed largely with glass frames. Yet, glass was by no means the dominant tone here; it served merely as an inconspicuous accessory. Once it provided a sense of brightness and clarity, its purpose was fully fulfilled.

She had inhaled some of the Agarwood Dream Drunk, and now that the effects of the drug were rising, drowsiness began to set in. Fortunately, it was not too intense, and she could still hold it at bay.

Larry Brown watched the players practicing on the court through the office window, his gaze slowly drifting toward Chopin.