Chapter Sixty-Three: A Fateful Encounter

"Have we met somewhere before?"
"Watch where you're going."
The words were spoken almost simultaneously by Ming Shuang and the well-intentioned passerby, and as the two stood face to face, they were both momentarily stunned by what the other had said.
Ming Shuang was surprised that the handsome man before her could speak so harshly, so utterly devoid of gentleness; it was a pity such a lovely face was wasted.
The well-intentioned passerby, on the other hand, was taken aback by Ming Shuang's old-fashioned pick-up line, wondering what "Have we met somewhere before?" was supposed to mean. Would she next launch into some talk of fateful encounters, or pretend to stumble as a new method of flirting? Was this the infamous 'crash-and-chat' approach?
Each harbored their own thoughts as Cheng Yu, who had been watching from the sidelines, observed the scene unfold.
Within the grand palace of Lanling, in a lavish hall, Lingzhou hosted the world-renowned architectural designer, Teks.
"Then you absolutely must treat me to lunch today. Let's go to that Western restaurant we used to frequent," Xu Fei declared.
Now, a few words from Lu Chen had belittled him so thoroughly that he felt a chill within, though he didn’t show it; the rift between them had already formed.
They examined the ground beneath their feet and the ceiling above, finding the same structure—a rectangular metal cage. Filled with questions, they walked further into the hall and soon encountered a wall that was different from the rest, marked with a massive swastika.
Heaven’s Lock was indeed a treasure capable of restraining deities, but only if the opponent's size remained within normal bounds.
With that, Ye Yunqian removed her veil, leaving the other three utterly dumbfounded, unable to react for half a minute. Then, as if a pot had exploded, they vied to ask what miracle could have brought Ye Yunqian back from the dead.
Although Luo Yiyi’s aura surpassed even that of the divine generals, no one paid much attention; after all, the divine generals were in their sealed, transformed state, while Luo Yiyi and Yuchi Ben were in their fully released, normal forms.
In the back seat, Rong Shaochen was on the phone constantly. As the distance to Lan City dwindled, the shadows on his face deepened.
Whenever the sergeant major was present, these elite soldiers seemed to become addicted to battle, fighting to the death without retreat. Each one aspired to kill the sergeant major and earn the highest warrior honor.
Even if they failed, there was nothing to fear—they could always start again. Thus, the decision to cooperate deeply with Su Junhua was made swiftly.
The deputy leader of a province is hardly a simple figure. There are set security protocols, and if traveling to another city, corresponding security measures must follow, inevitably alerting the local authorities.
Daoist Jingyang and I stepped out of the car. To be honest, we had been holding it in for quite some time on the road. That urge, bottled up inside, was truly unbearable.
"Do you think I’m afraid?" Fang Yu snorted, pressing forward step by step. She had no choice but to retreat until her back was against the wall, with nowhere else to go.
Everyone present felt helpless; the interference from the other side was simply too overwhelming, leaving them at a complete loss.
As usual, Zongfang had a glass of milk in front of him. The silence of his figure spoke volumes about his heavy thoughts—work had brought yet another annoyance.
Watching the entire scene unfold from outside the window, he felt his heart surge with emotion, sighed quietly, regretting his cautiousness that cost him a delicious opportunity, and cursing his timidity for letting Liu San reap such a windfall. Wretched and remorseful, he paced away.
My heart suddenly skipped a beat—why is this car approaching again? But this time, it was clearly cleaner than the one I saw last night, without so much dust.
Yet, for the Gauss machine gun to sweep within a certain arc, the firing port must have a pivot. If a Hornet missile struck the connection point, it would damage the barrel.
With a single blow, the Heavenly Dao merely raised his fist and swung it forcefully toward Old Man Time and the other four.
Yin Caixin nearly engaged in a shouting match with him, but Xing Guhun quickly grabbed her arm, reminding her that she was now playing the role of an 'old lady.'