Volume 1, Chapter 61: Get the hell out of my sight!

Mingshu had also asked Muxi to prepare clothes, shoes, and socks for the two children.

However, she did not expect Mingyao to have grown so thin that the clothes no longer fit. Fortunately, Nanny Nian had brought a sewing kit and immediately set to work altering them.

Yue Tanxi shook her head. They had resorted to such methods before when moles appeared, but what was the result? Clearly ineffective; otherwise, why would another mole have surfaced this time?

"Then you surely know how the guerrillas demand a ransom? Even if you haven't seen it yourself, you must have heard of it. Weren't you captured by them once?" I asked.

After hearing Yan Xing's reply, Fan Chou's eyelids twitched. He remained expressionless, but when he looked at Li Ru, who was signaling to him, a single word finally squeezed past his lips.

Those among the army's soldiers who were willing to follow would share weal and woe, and enjoy wealth and honor together. Those who were unwilling would disperse on their own after daybreak. Neither Zhang He nor Gao Lan would force them.

"You mean I should disguise myself as a tourist during the day and keep wandering around here?" I asked.

The prodigies of Ye Fan's generation had already retreated far into the distance, knowing a great battle was about to erupt here. Shen Xian's formidable reputation had reached their ears years ago; the fact that he had fought the Old Madman and won with ease was no secret, striking a deep sense of dread into almost everyone in the know.

Regardless of whether Han Sui truly believed that everything Yan Xing had Yan Gui relay to him was mere posturing and bluff, he had no choice but to send out his troops.

Everyone was marveling. In their eyes, the musical notes flashed past in a blur, leaving no time for thought. Yet Yue Tanxi and her companions not only managed to strike every single note, but they also mastered the timing of the spacebar with near-perfection.

Hearing this, Shura drew his blade and handed it to Agou. Taking the weapon, Agou gripped the sharp edge, gritted his teeth, and dragged his hand across the blade.

Haoyang deeply disliked such people. While it might not amount to hatred, he had already subconsciously distanced himself from Adedis in his heart.

Teleporting randomly to a location on the ground within a radius of a hundred miles, only to materialize a mere two meters away from him—from the standpoint of probability, this guy was ridiculously lucky.

Looking at his wife, Chang Fei felt the love in his heart erupt like a volcano. He grabbed her hand and ran straight for the elevator.

Unusual events always harbored hidden dangers. A young man dressed in yellow who could gather a gang to rob magical beast ears was certainly no mindless fool. The moment he saw Hong Wu's reaction, he sensed something was amiss, which was why he dropped his previous condescending attitude and politely urged Hong Wu not to resort to violence.

Constantly working overtime and missing updates has made me feel terribly guilty! Let's have two chapters today! I'll see about tomorrow; I want to stockpile some chapters to prevent missing updates or to use for a massive release when the book goes commercial next month.

If Hong Wu were here, he would surely cry out in astonishment, because the purple metal piece in this man's hand was almost identical to the three purple metal pieces he already possessed. At a single glance, it was obvious that this was absolute without a doubt the very last purple metal piece he needed to acquire.

After setting Wen Jing's mind at ease, Chang Fei used his mental network to summon all his main-force ship-girls.

"As if you'd remember!" Liu Hongling said with a hint of grievance, several slips of paper fluttering down her face as she spoke.

"Of course, that's my beloved car. I wouldn't allow outsiders to touch it," Bill said with a smile.

These few sentences were delivered almost in a single breath; Del Negro hadn't even noticed that his speaking speed and lung capacity had unconsciously increased.

"Hmph, not a bad idea!" The Patriarch of the Chen family let out a cold snort. How could he possibly not know how to eradicate his own shadow?

Right then, high up in the sky in the distance, a dazzling point of light suddenly appeared. Moving with the speed of lightning, it arrived above the grandstands in the blink of an eye. Atop a chilling, piercingly cold flying sword stood a middle-aged man with a steady expression and spirited demeanor, clad in a golden Daoist robe.