Chapter 57
The storm online raged for four days. Following the Duan family's repeated stern statements and successive warning letters from lawyers, the smear campaign by the internet trolls finally subsided.
With its dual claws gripping the corpse that had been torn in half, it slammed it heavily onto the ground. The earth trembled violently, and the corpse was smashed into a pulp of flesh and blood.
Li Jiayun went to have dinner at the seafood fried rice restaurant that Duan Weiqi loved most. The WeChat Moments post she shared featured the restaurant's steak—a dish that Duan Weiqi had complained about several times. His critique was that the head chef must have been raised on rice and had no expertise in beef.
"If this guy dared to charge out, he must be confident in himself... After all, even those fellows from the Judgment Church fell into his hands..." Mo Yan smiled faintly. Perhaps Luo Tianhuan was inferior to Abel in terms of game character stats, but in terms of operation, even Abel might not necessarily get the upper hand against Luo Tianhuan.
Overall, ever since Ye Miao transmigrated here, the quality of life for the Ye family had improved significantly.
As those all-encompassing black energy balls rained down, Luo Tianhuan shuttled through them, continuously shifting positions within the gaps between the black energy balls. This skill heavily tested positioning; once the slightest mistake was made, one would undoubtedly be blasted by those black energy balls until not even ashes remained.
Clearly ingredients as simple as simple could be, yet he managed to eat them with the sophisticated elegance of a French restaurant.
This time there was no master of ceremonies, no onlookers, and no relatives offering congratulations; it could not compare to the lively scale of the sworn-brotherhood ceremony at the Song family. Yet when huan Ling bowed, he was even more emotional than back then—because during the oath-taking at the Song family, he had only been a sworn brother, whereas this time, after bowing to heaven and earth, they were truly husband and wife witnessed by heaven, earth, and parents.
Let alone Shentu, even someone with the most steadfast willpower would completely collapse after enduring the torture just moments ago, right?
Qianmo sat on the steps, raised her head to look at that patch of azure sky, and sighed once more.
This was precisely why Ye Ling had hesitated just now and delayed speaking. Could she possibly tell the master of the house that the fourth concubine had lost her mind and come to make a scene outside the first wife's door?
"Understood." The two guards, unable to figure out Chen Sanxiong's intentions, replied tremblingly.
Qi Man tried hard to keep from bursting into laughter, and said, "Old senior, please don't be angry; I won't laugh anymore. I have important business to attend to, so I must take my leave." With that, he wanted to leave, but was grabbed tightly by the old man. Qi Man struggled forcefully a few times, utterly unable to break free, and secretly marveled at how truly formidable this old man was.
"Thank you for the compliment." Shanshan executed a standard bow. "You finally smiled, that's wonderful," Shanshan said sincerely, a smile blooming on her face like a flower.
The Scarlet Flame Sword seemed to have merged into one with him. High up in the air, only a giant scarlet sword was visible, stabbing straight down.
Ever since the assembly line was installed, Wu Qihua had fallen gravely ill. Shen Tianxing knew that this was because Wu Qihua's mind and energy were completely exhausted. Of course, Shen Tianxing would not allow Wu Qihua to waste away like this. After half a day of treatment, Wu Qihua not only regained his former vigor but also grew noticeably younger.
"Where is this? Wasn't she caught by the ankles by Su Qingqing and dragged into the water?" Su Niandi had a myriad of questions in her heart.
Therefore, Bai Xue simply followed obediently behind. He did not know who he was going to see, nor where he was going, and deep down he even kept telling himself, *Yangchun is your enemy; you must kill him.*
Jiang Fan smiled faintly, stood up, plugged in the hairdryer, walked over to Su Xue, switched it on, and gently dried her hair.
He propped himself up with one arm to sit upright, the collar of his crescent-white robe casually parted, allowing the wind to drift inside.
Those were the Green Knights, transformed from the souls of countless most valiant and battle-hardened warriors of the Middle Ages.
The indoor space was already suffused with a faint, lingering fragrance at some unknown point—a fragrance capable of stirring the flames within one's heart. A trace of a flame seemed to ignite in Yagyu Junichiro's eyes as well; once a thing like fire was ignited, it would only burn more and more fiercely, ultimately incinerating everything.
Youyu smiled and nodded. Although the crane's beak pecking gently in his palm brought a slight sting, he loved this sensation. Reaching out a handful of shrimp balls to offer them, sure enough, the white crane ate them even more happily this time. At this moment, the white crane had not yet realized that he and Youyu, man and crane, had grown much closer.
After speaking, the two exchanged glances and laughed heartily, casting aside all decorum, just like in the past.
Outside the street, the crowds bustled back and forth. No one paid attention as a figure completely enveloped in a long veil vanished around the corner.
"Then, Master, should we tonight..." He wanted to continue, but noticed that their master had already drawn a handgun and pointed it at him.
Chu Jiang hadn't mentioned the Poison Dragon. Although logically speaking, the Night Shadow Dragon and the Poison Dragon had no relation and shouldn't enrage the former because of the latter, they were both dragons after all. If he claimed to be a dragon slayer, who knew if the Night Shadow Dragon would refuse to cooperate with him and instead decide to kill him?
Chen Yong was wrapped snugly in the middle of the scales. Although he could not move, he did not feel uncomfortable at all, just like lying inside a cozy quilt, with the scales acting as that thick layer of bedding.
The cockpit was in absolute shambles; all the flight personnel were dead, their bodies piled on top of one another, yet neither blood nor gunshot wounds were visible on any of them.