Chapter Sixty-One: Arrivals and Departures

The current situation was that Cheng Yu was using his head to support his uncle, since the water membrane was already bearing the uncle’s weight. If he only needed to put on a show, why bother with the princess carry? Cheng Yu considered himself quite the clever one.

Ling Qixi and Ming Shuang silently observed the "T"-shaped duo of uncle and Cheng Yu. In the end, the demon beauty holding her beloved couldn't help but let out an unseemly snort of laughter, while Ming Shuang tugged at the corner of his mouth, suppressing his amusement—he dared not make fun of his uncle.

Chi Xiaoxiao, lost in his own thoughts, was startled by Ling Qixi’s boisterous laughter. He looked up and saw the four people ahead in cheerful harmony, chatting and laughing, embracing and cuddling as if nothing in the world could trouble them.

"Tch, still trying to fool me by claiming to like girls, but even so..."

At last, the two streams of energy collided, unleashing an earth-shattering explosion.

From the western law hall, a blood-red monster surged skyward, twisted in the void, and vanished in an instant.

"What have you understood?" Xuan Ye spoke, his expression still cold, but the warmth and happiness in his eyes were unmistakable.

For example, if a dagger struck Liu Yong’s one-handed sword, rebounding it back, or if the sword, after rebounding, struck Liu Yong himself, such scenarios typically calculated damage, but not as a stealthy assassin’s strike. Instead, the damage was based on the sword’s rebound force attributes.

If the aggro radius was twenty-five meters, then the sea of fire would cover a circular area with a twenty-five-meter radius.

"Wang Fatty, I’m extremely angry, so I’m raising the price! That ivory folding fan—under two million five hundred thousand taels of silver, I won’t sell! I’ll hold it for you till tomorrow; if you come the day after, it’s three million!" Long Tianwei climbed up, his nostrils still full of the stench of sweat, almost gagging, and spat out his words fiercely.

Su Zimo listened to the voices around him, his expression calm. He smiled at those whose gaze lingered on him, offering a greeting before moving on, heading again toward the elevator.

He took a deep breath, moving forward, towards the area beneath the Nine-Turn Ginseng. Upon reaching it, Ye Feng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes. Sitting there, every drop of liquid dripping from the ginseng landed directly on him.

Chen Jing, upon hearing from Xu Ling that the celestial court would return to the mortal realm on July eleventh, was caught off guard and rushed back. Then Shan Hou Songqing departed, and Jiuyin’s messenger arrived swiftly. From their words, it was clear the celestial court truly intended to descend. Behind them followed the witches and demons.

He glanced at his messages—many were private chats or mentions, all expressing deep love for his songs. His mood brightened considerably. After replying to the first few, he realized he couldn’t possibly answer them all; there were simply too many. He decided to select a few normal questions to respond to.

Outside the courtyard, darkness shrouded the sky. Even the starlight of the universe was hidden behind thick clouds, with stormy gloom hinting at coming rain.

The monster's head was none other than Lieutenant Les’s, but now it resembled more of a bat or a rat. Its six arms each bore long, razor-sharp claws. The creature gave the impression of a demon straight from hell—both revolting and terrifying.

The post was actually made by Super Wave—the one who previously led people to snatch his boss. Naturally, the content had been edited: about thirty percent was true, the rest fabricated.

"We’re doing pretty well. Although that era was cold and bleak, we seemed to have met many wonderful friends. Right now, we’re very happy." I tried my best to sound relaxed, not letting her sense what lay deep in my heart.

Wendy and her companions were stunned into silence after hearing this; they hadn’t expected the soaring dragon to wish to shape them.

He left the office chair with a smile, rounded the desk, and gently stroked her hair.

If an attack came at him, he would always dodge it by the narrowest margin. But if he wasn’t attacked and merely defended, Qian Cheng would simply target the opponent’s tail, always managing to inflict some damage.