28 Encounter

Or perhaps, today, countless people are cursing Xiao Ji to die through gritted teeth; they might even cheer if they learned he were dead.

In any case, there was no one around early in the morning, and since Chen Jianghe offered a dollar, the phone was naturally lent to him.

However, he knew clearly that anyone who could make a phone call directly to Yan Ruyu and command such high regard from her could hardly be an ordinary person; how could Chen Xinyi be anything less?

Most of the young people in Zhang Village had gone out to work, leaving only the elderly behind.

But the next second, his vision was blocked by a pillow thrown right at his face. By the time he caught it and looked at the bed again, he saw only Gong Shaoqing lying on his side, shielding Ye Zihan completely behind him.

"Isn't the Immortal Venerable still in seclusion? Why has he left the Immortal Realm?" Baili Hangfeng pointed at the starlight that had just streaked across the sky.

"Lady You, I haven't learned how to cook, but I can try in the future. This pot of sesame porridge was made with mushroom broth, which I specifically requested from a master chef; the flavor is exquisite. I suspect you will like it very much." Chi Mingzhou smiled faintly, as gentle as jade.

"Fine, enough said. My kindness was taken for granted; it’s my own fault." Sun Long snorted, his grievance written all over his face.

"Second Sister! I am the one who brought her in!" Huo Lingfeng’s tone was deep, his eyes fixed intently on Huo Silin.

Upon reaching the market, he first went to the post office to mail the letter to Grandma Zhang, then made a trip to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy the items he had coupons for and that the family needed, finally arriving at the market itself.

Cheng Cheng had never taken this gem out before, but this time, he felt it was necessary. He did not know why, perhaps it was due to this orb.

Wei Quan would directly instruct them to secretly escort Zhang Jun and Xu Shaoan away from the territory of the Qiyou Hall; in any case, he could not allow the two to meet with any accidents on his own turf.

This battle had demanded too much from Li Xing; whether it was divine power, magical energy, or soul essence, everything had been pushed to its absolute limit time and again.

Lucario’s Power-Up Punch collided with Pikachu, sending Pikachu flying while Lucario also retreated.

The beast milk gradually faded, and the evil spirit was long gone. Jiang Shenwu seemed reborn, his sharp, knife-cut face filled with youthful innocence, his bright eyes and white teeth bewitching and soul-stirring. His long hair was gently tied back with a ribbon, and his tall, slender figure in green robes made him look as perfect as a banished immortal.

It is said that some villages, which once had hundreds of people, now have only a dozen elderly residents left.

The glow lasted for a long time before slowly dissipating. Inside Li Feng’s alchemical furnace, a crimson pill rose slowly, settling into the medicine bottle in his hand under his control.

Rumor had it that Jiang Yue was gifted with extraordinary talent and had already reached the Spirit Martial realm, while Jiang Shenwu could not even step into the path of martial arts. Many regarded this fated battle as nothing more than a joke.

Leng Minyi looked up slightly, watching his figure depart. With a wave of his hand, the heavy stone doors slammed shut, as if behind them lay an entirely new world.

Because of the Cow King leading the charge, the remaining eighty white-footed cattle moved in perfect unison: charge, retreat, charge—without a hint of chaos.

Beyond that, her greatest gain over this century was in her study of space-time sorcery. The more she mastered, the more she realized how little she actually knew about the art of space-time, and how shallow everything she had once understood truly was.

Ming Jue was already beginning to regret. He had said that he would never regret his decisions, but now... he truly should not have let her venture into the final level.

His aggressive gaze swept over her, and only then did Su Mu realize she was dressed in nothing but a thin undershirt.

Zhang Yitai raised her hand and placed it on Tie Dan’s forehead once more, but this time, she had already begun the first step of helping his soul return to its rightful place.

Far away, a hundred miles off, Wang Renjie was at home, sneezing incessantly and muttering under his breath.

The neckline was somewhat low, so not only were her shoulders exposed, but even her gracefully curved collarbones were left without any covering.

"But... forget it." Vermikni sighed. Since she couldn't speak well enough to get what she wanted to eat, she would listen to Mario, but someone would have to pay the price for this.

Moreover, when she bypassed him, whether intentional or not, she bumped into his arm, looking as if she had no interest in bothering with him.

Furthermore, for some highly toxic or strongly corrosive potions that could cause sudden death, he had made certain improvements. In front of each bottle of potion brewed by the students, the student's name and college were clearly labeled.

"It’s likely a seminar format. The institute is looking for a combination of a writer and an editor."

Zhao Xu’s mouth curled slightly; he knew what people like Wang Hou cared about most, and it was nothing more than military merit.

As he spoke, Cao Fengjiao looked even more ashamed, as if she had some unspeakable secret to tell Li Erzhu.

Han Li pointed to the soft patch of grass where she had just been resting, her voice trembling and slightly choked with tears.

A gust of wind swept past from behind, and Wang Chongyang’s heart turned cold. He turned back in a hurry, his long sword desperately holding off two spears.

She had thought she would never like another man again in her life, but the appearance of Jun Wushuang had broken her resolve.

Liu Rou was lost in thought. Qin Tian did not pay much attention; after washing up, he slept in the room, ignoring Liu Rou’s protests about catching a cold, and the two slept in each other’s arms.

Qin Dashan rode his bicycle, cash in hand, heading straight out of the village to buy fine cigarettes, wine, and meat to give as gifts and pave the way.

Although two packs of Coptis chinensis were taken, the remaining medicine was enough for the colleagues at Feng Nan’s workplace to take, so it was of little consequence.

Seeing the antique-level furniture standing intact in the room, Lin Chaoyang felt satisfied.

Gu Changsong and the others had been trapped here for so long without any human powerhouses coming to rescue them, so he didn't need to worry about his identity being exposed. As long as he didn't have to worry about that, he had at least a hundred ways to finish off Song Li.

Lin Deng breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Shen Hao nod at him, he hurriedly fished out an instrument not much larger than an ordinary walkie-talkie from his bosom and began to tinker with it.