Chapter 57

Enthusiastic applause immediately erupted inside and outside the square, as Zhou Hesheng's gesture clearly won the affection and respect of the British.

The Azure Dragon claws out. At this moment, gravel scatters and smoke billows. Yang Dongqing's palm extends from the clouds, suddenly swelling to twice its size, pitch-black as ink.

More than a dozen people retreated two hundred meters before stopping. The passage grew calm once more, but the group became even more tense, staring fixedly behind the massive gates.

When Yue Qianqiu mentioned that the Third Prince's return was imminent and expressed a desire for cooperation, recalling Yue Qianqiu's earlier remark that the former Tianfeng Firm still possessed channels and personnel just waiting to be reorganized, their spirits were greatly lifted.

While Tiger Brave was speaking, those shrimp soldiers and crab generals had already stepped forward to pay their respects. There were nearly a thousand of them, presenting a rather spectacular sight, though their strength left much to be desired, with many merely at the Qi Refining stage.

Meteoric white feathers tucked at the waist, sword blossoms and autumn lotus flashing out of their scabbards. Celestial soldiers, shining like snow, descend past the Jade Pass, while barbarian arrows rain like sand upon golden armor.

After leaving the Midnight Diner, Kim Min-seok let out a soft chuckle. His visit to the diner today was not as he had told Lim Hoon, but served a completely different purpose. As for what he truly wanted to do, only he himself knew.

Compelled by circumstances, facing Liu Hwayoung's father for the second time, he had no choice but to agree to terminate the contract, with only one condition: T-ara must not be implicated, and the rumors of bullying must not be validated.

An unexpected bonus tossed in when purchasing servants actually turned out to be a white tiger existing only in legends. Looking at Li Tengjiao's excited expression, Tang Li truly could not tell whether his luck was exceptionally poor or remarkably good.

Hearing Li Guangbi's words, Tang Li was startled at first, but then realized that such a statement, while unexpected, was entirely within reason.

Xu Qing was not someone who spoke lightly. Since she could praise her older brother like that, he must possess extraordinary qualities.

Ever since Orange rescued the blonde Catherine of the same name, the Hazelitt family's gratitude had officially propelled the Diesel family into the upper-middle class of capitalist society. Catherine and Molly's current pocket money was definitely no less than what Boer and Roddy received before their allowance was cut off.

An Lingyun gazed at her, a storm gathering in the depths of his eyes. The icy aura encompassing his entire body indicated that he had shifted from blind rage to chilling calm. As the elite sniper he was, An Lingyun was most terrifying when calm.

"Senior, I've asked you out for so long, how is it that you finally have time to keep the appointment today?" Cai Lian'er asked while eating ice cream.

He had virtually no contact with Cheng Ci, and all his knowledge of Cheng Ci came entirely from files. Therefore, in his eyes, Cheng Ci's image had always remained extremely vague.

"Aunt Mia, something happened downstairs." Knowing that he was probably the only one in the mood to say such things, and considering he was still an outsider overall, Sky probably had no frame of mind to think about those matters right now.

The April weather in Beijing remained bitterly cold, with people in woolen coats hurrying everywhere. The trees along the roadside began to sprout new buds, and the breath of spring offered a heartwarming touch.

And by knocking out those powerhouses and bringing them out, he would create a false impression, preventing them from becoming the sole suspects.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to give it to you; I genuinely don't have it on me. I showed it to the senior members of the royal family back then, and even they couldn't decipher anything from it!" Xiao Fan said with an expression of utter helplessness.

After finishing, Su Ke no longer cared whether her feet were numb or not. Shoving aside Mu Nanyi's hand, she walked straight ahead.

Since it was an order from General Eve's officer, the soldiers complied by stepping back a few paces, none asking why. Soldiers had no need to ask why.

This bowl of noodles featured a bright red, rich broth and tender, melt-in-your-mouth braised beef atop the noodles, instantly stimulating one's appetite.

It was highly likely that Fan Li's search for Bi Qi served a purpose similar to his own: to find someone who could one day replace Xi Shi and act as a substitute.

All the towns that had moved in had suffered destruction, yet the underground fortress before them seemed to have stood for ages.

At a surface observation post within the headquarters' controlled zone—a collapsed building accessible to the basement via a maintenance tunnel—Vist stood before a narrow ventilation window, gazing at the morning light as if in another lifetime. Listening to the rolling sounds of gunfire and explosions, hope rekindled in his heart.

The scout ignored Xu Qu, pulled an object from his chest, waved it past Zhou Mo's nose and mouth, then scrambled up a tree and leaped away into the distance.

"If I remember correctly, that league season was ultimately won by the Di Xi Team, right?" Gou Jun asked.

Yet to claim that somewhere out there lay a mass grave teeming with monstrous grievances and vengeful spirits everywhere... that would simply be nonsense.

Although Su Wen had warned her, Umi seemed to have shouldered an idealized "Demon Hunter's duty," unilaterally believing that the safety of the academy was something she needed to protect. Su Wen's two brief remarks had indeed allowed Umi to cross the barrier in her heart.

Before Dio could finish, Mustogen's face turned as red as an apple in an instant. He stared at Dio for a few seconds, lowered his gaze back to the sandbox for a long while, and finally raised his head to direct his gaze toward Vist.

When Meng Die'er opened her beautiful eyes, Zhang Nan was already there licking his fingers, as if tasting residual oil from his hands.

Dongfang Xingchen narrowed his eyes slightly. If he still couldn't tell that the Qin and Bei families had set their sights on the royal treasures at this point, he would have lived in vain for all these years.

"Brother Zheng, there's no need. I've been rather busy with official duties lately, and I just took some time off to check on you and chat for a bit. I have to head back shortly," Lin Xuyang said while sitting at the round table, sipping tea.

Upon hearing this, Jian Xia drew a sharp breath. Yet upon closer reflection, that fluctuation seemed identical to the fluctuations of the Divine Dao she had heard about.

Submission—in truth, this was what people commonly called talk therapy, a method of purifying body and mind through conversation, capable of achieving the special effect of eliminating illness and clearing blockages.