Chapter 62: Alternative Timeline

Upon learning that Fang Yujia was Xiao Cheng's fiancée, Gu Qinghong felt quite apologetic. Yet, given her cold and aloof nature, she naturally would not offer an explicit apology, instead inviting Fang Yujia to stay a few more days as a guest on Xiaoyao Island.

"That old hag Liyun is truly venomous at heart; I've felt she was no good all along!" Ning Qianyu was more fiery-tempered than her sister Ning Qianshi. While Ning Qianshi was not one to hold grudges, Ning Qianyu harbored a deep, bone-deep hatred for Liyun.

As a mastermind of criminal activities, Chen Xi naturally needed to understand all kinds of related knowledge.

Though he did not plant other fruit trees or the like, he did not ask too many questions either. He chose to trust Liu Peng; after all, this Director Liu had brought along technicians and gone through scientific verification—what more was there to say?

Bigwigs in the municipal committee like Zhao Leping and Lian Ying surely had their own agendas. Su Xun was one of Lian Ying's people, and he himself had previously cooperated with Zhao Leping, so it wasn't necessarily a case of deliberate obstruction on their part. Upon careful reflection, they had merely passed the buck upward simply to play it safe.

They could still manage to wait orderly in line. However, if anyone had gone straight through without prior preparation, the consequences would likely have been extremely perilous.

At these words, Tang Qi looked toward Xiuxiu, though he immediately realized that since Catherine knew Yuan Hongwan, it was hardly strange for Dongfang Xiuxiu to know her as well. Yet, judging by the tone in Xiuxiu's voice, the two women did not seem to get along at all.

Arsenal had recently encountered some difficulties: the African Cup of Nations had drawn away three key players, their injury situation showed no improvement, and transfer rumors had left everyone uneasy. Wenger promptly adopted a soft-line approach; after canceling Theo Walcott's loan deal, the professor proceeded to comfort Lehmann.

Zhao Guangcai felt intensely curious about this third-generation successor of the Xie faction. Xie Lei had been dispatched to Qinxi, but Zhao had yet to make any official stance. The reason was simple: testing and observing the other party thoroughly had been his original intention all along.

The Manchester United players were no pushovers either. In their view, once the second half began, the Tottenham Hotspur players were no longer playing football at all; they were playing with a thoroughly foul-prone attitude. Furthermore, Cristiano Ronaldo being maliciously kicked and shoved by Jenas, forcing him to leave the match injured, only served to intensify this bitter conflict.

Yet subsequent events proved him wrong. Following just a couple of moves, Lin Long's sword struck him directly, sending him flying backward through the air.

As for him now, his appearance had not changed drastically. His eyes had grown back, with pupils of a brownish hue carrying a faint golden shimmer. His stature had grown slightly taller, reaching around one meter seventy-eight, maintaining the same golden-ratio physique as before.

The only way to make the Sailfish and the Sea鲲 (Kun) beasts clash was for a Sailfish to kill a Sea鲲 beast.

Dressed in light robes, his face pale yet exuding a stern and chilling demeanor, he was none other than Lin Long, who had previously fought fiercely with Song Dongming and the others.

Unaware that the enemy possessed such tracking flying insects and believing he had successfully shaken off their pursuit, Lin Long immediately sought out a secluded cave in an area sparsely populated by fierce beasts, where he then began refining the medicinal pills capable of alleviating the Phoenix Curse Seal.

"Ah, my mind must be failing me. It's the eleventh lunar month now, and thick mists tend to rise in the north, making it difficult for ordinary people to discern direction. My apologies to you all." The old man hurriedly apologized for his oversight.

Nan Xia's tears welled up in her eyes. She had finally returned here; Shanshan was always the best, opening her arms to wait for her no matter when.

Upon seeing the gun in Lin Jiayi's hand, the man reacted in sheer panic, raising a bottle of mineral water to shield himself as he retreated a few steps backward in terror.

For the first time, Lin Mei'er did not retort to Yin Yue's words, nor did she maintain her usual haughty demeanor. All of her trademark bewitching allure had now dissolved into desolation.

Upon discovering the identity of Yang Xin's grandmaster, he was similarly struck with profound shock, alongside a sudden urge to cling to a powerful patron. Thus, following the established pattern, he seized this opportunity to seek out a master.

Within Hua Wuque's mind, he condensed a sword using the power of his Demonic Eyes, which, paired with a Soul Strike, was more than enough to send Xun Gou to his doom.

"Let's go." I tugged at Su墨's sleeve, feeling utterly exhausted by such pathetic melodrama.

A lazy sound of footsteps drifted up from below, approaching the door. Gu Xijue gave the door a light knock, and the half-ajar door slowly drifted open, laying bare the scene within.

Zi Ling'er's face trembled uncontrollably. Her expression was frosty, her eyes filled with a terrifying, malicious ferocity, and her chilling black gaze left Zi Die'er too cowed to meet her eyes.

If he refused, he feared that stepping out of this place today would lead to unforeseen regrets. If he agreed, it meant they were on the same front, sharing a common enemy in Chu Ling.

Gathering her belongings, Mu Chunchun hurried toward the restaurant restroom. After grabbing a passing waiter to inquire, she finally found a back door and slipped away from An Hao's confinement.

"Since I no longer have any utility value, big star, you don't need to bother making friends with me either. I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to climb so high," Gu Xixi said with a smiling, teasing tone.

"Tell me her whereabouts, and I'll send you to the hospital." Zhang Tianze's face was ice-cold, and his gaze told Lin Yin that there was simply no room for negotiation on this matter.

She felt a sudden tightening throughout her entire soul body, followed immediately by a pressure as crushing as Mount Tai erupting inward, as if attempting to completely squeeze her soul body to pieces, leaving virtually no possibility of escape.

If a moment ago she had still been inclined to stubbornly lock horns with him, right now, she only wished to have an open, honest talk with him. She wanted to believe that he truly held a place for her in his heart, even though she possessed virtually no confidence in that belief.

Moreover, deep down, Tang Ning felt a pressing need for an opportunity to go head-to-head in a direct showdown with Mo Yurou. After all, having once served as Mo Yurou's body double, she needed this chance to prove to the public that her substitution had nothing to do with professional skill; defeating Mo Yurou would be as effortless to her as playing a game.

Dorgon had originally intended to step forward and exchange pleasantries with Lin Yun. As for the dragon spirits of the others, he cared little—they were mere Title-tier figures, likely Sovereign-tier at best during their lifetimes, or at most early Epic-tier. Once transformed into dragon spirits, the absolute peak they could attain would barely scrape into the early Epic-tier, representing the weakest tier of all.

With that rich, mellow voice, Ming Lan felt a surge of wild joy ripple through her heart. Yet when she turned around and caught sight of that silver mask, her smile froze instantly on her face, nearly frightening her to tears.