Chapter 39

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Whenever Su Nian’an became involved with Qin Muchen, or even simply thought of him, a dull ache would prick at her heart.

Zhang Zezong had always been responsible for acquiring antiques in the Beijing-Tianjin region for Lu Can; he was not very familiar with mineral resources.

The materials were not quite dry, and the flint was damp as well. One could see the grass emitting white smoke, but there was no sign of a flame.

Qin Muchen licked her neck, pressing close to her earlobe. An intoxicating, ambiguous scent suddenly permeated the air around them. Beads of sweat broke out on An Nianchu’s forehead; she wanted to resist but felt powerless. She tried to evade him, yet found herself unable to escape.

Even more terrifying in appearance than the giant squid was the one-eyed shark. Being stared at by that single eye was unsettling, reminiscent of a Cyclops capable of turning people to stone. This rare shark, acquired from the South Korean Prime Minister, had grown larger since they had first seen it.

"Eh~~~" Lala immediately pouted, looking unhappy that her belongings had been confiscated.

"That’s good. Here, Ciel." With that, Liuxing returned the ledger to Ciel. Satisfied with having secured Liuxing's autograph, Ciel said goodbye and left.

Black Rabbit shouted from the top of a distant, massive clock tower, leapt with all her might, and appeared before the group in an instant.

Back at the bar, I found Brother Tian and had him meet with several bank presidents to arrange the loans. Old He would notify these people, so money shouldn't be an issue. However, the most important task right now was to bring down the Lin family.

Unable to face further interviews, she immediately left through a special passage and got into the car that had been prepared for her.

Fu Xi vaguely saw Madobei pull two packs of cigarettes from his pocket—the kind that could be considered the "Zhonghua" of Sodoni—and clutch them tightly in his hand.

With that thought, everyone forgot about their meal, turning curious gazes toward Chef Fang. Even the other cooks stopped what they were doing.

"Imagine, what would his three-dimensional form look like?" Jiang Yu spoke in a gentle, soft voice, fearful of hurting the fragile heart of the dim-witted fellow.

Su Yaoyan and her three companions, who were closest to the source, felt their faces flush crimson in the extreme heat. Their expressions were full of agony, as if the high temperature were burning the very air, making every breath an endless torment.

Upon hearing Ling Mengxi’s words, Luo Wushuang felt that it would be more accurate to say Ye Chen was looking for a wife rather than a person.

Who was Guanyin? She was a favorite of the Buddha, possessing profound wisdom and vast supernatural powers. Thus, Qi Dao invited Guanyin to give a lecture to the students of the Heavenly Domain Academy once a year—a tradition that had become standard practice.

This Red Lotus Karma Fire was too precious, and Fang Yi did not want to squander it. Furthermore, in a situation like this, it was difficult to achieve the effect of a sneak attack, unlike the Nine Nether Green Flame hidden within the bronze bell of human faces.

In the end, Jiang Yu sighed, deciding it was more prudent to focus on producing technology first. Since he could never predict the state of his enemies, he had to ensure his own state was at its absolute best.

With the vanguard moving ahead, Liu Yong still had to make final arrangements and inspect the city’s defenses.

The underground humanoid royal family, hailing from the subterranean realm, had used their cunning to cause immense trouble for Jiang Yu and the Lord of the Ancient City of Taibei, making the city—which had been stable for decades—teeter once more on the brink of collapse.

The area was sparsely populated. Commercial buildings were rarely seen, and entertainment venues were few and far between, but there were many leisure spots suitable for the old folks of the clan to spend their retirement.

Lynx nodded. "You should still call me Lynx," he said, then continued, "The Shanhai Group started right here."

However, the experimental beast’s attacks began to grow sluggish under the barrage of explosions, and with the harassment of the crimson threads, it was completely suppressed by the infant corpse for the time being.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Gongsun Shu hurried away from the stone building, seemingly burdened by many matters. Feeling heavy-hearted, Ye Yang lost the urge to cultivate and wandered aimlessly through the city, pondering how to make his escape during the raid on the beast nest in three days' time.

Although the pressure was intense, the group circulated their soul power throughout their bodies a few times, adjusting until they adapted.

Learning that Ying had already reached home, Mu Feng felt relieved. On the other end, Ying did not forget to lecture Mu Feng, teasing him for chasing girls until so late.

"Heh heh." Sifang chuckled wickedly. With a leap, he brushed right over Mu Feng’s head, landing in the spot Mu Feng had just vacated.

Watching Nan Wuji approach, Ge Hong skillfully lifted his robes and, in the blink of an eye, fled into the distance.

Looking at the gaze Lang Xiaotian directed toward him, Uncle Nan understood its meaning, but even if he were to hand over the item, he feared his group would still meet their end here.

"Go to hell! I'm done playing with you!" Wu Dazhuang’s face twitched, his panda eyes rolling wildly in a comical display.

The Kui Ox Lord, originally about to open its mouth and roar, found that when it did so, not a sound came out.

But this was all just talk; they could only serve as peripheral judges, offering a bit of guidance. Since they weren't the ones on the battlefield themselves, no amount of words would be of much use.

After watching for a while, Zhang Xiao also wanted to show off his skills. As the "supervisor," Grandma was more than happy to have him join in. After Zhang Xiao washed his hands, Luna’s grandmother patiently taught him how to wrap dumplings. When Zhang Xiao finished his first one, although it looked a bit ugly, it still drew a round of applause from everyone.

In times like these, possessing such methods was truly unsettling. Even so, Xu Yan was still dragging them down, and having to divert attention to protect him made one wonder what purpose it served.