Chapter 63: IF Scenario

Right now, Lin Feng was walking step by step toward Xu Bufan. Lin Feng did not answer Xu Bufan's question, but at this very moment, Xu Bufan suddenly felt a great sense of foreboding. For Lin Feng's face was covered in rage. Normally, after such a long time apart, Lin Feng would have made a few bantering remarks no matter what.

What on earth was an "old maid's illness"? Ouyang Nan did not answer this question because she suddenly remembered that she was many years older than Lang Zhan and had indeed been an old maid long ago.

Hearing him ask with such meticulous detail, Ling Shiyin guessed why Jiang Yuanzhou was acting so uncharacteristically. Now that Ruirui was severely injured, and since Jiang Yuanzhou had never been close to him, he must be filled with guilt, wanting to know how mother and son had survived all those times he was absent.

In front of someone who was forever inscrutable, the only thing she could do was to keep her heart unmoved, to stay away, and to never touch.

At this moment, the Lin family had instead become spectators, and apart from Linghu, the chief disciple of Mount Hua, the main combat force was this mysterious fellow, Ye Mo.

If he possessed the art of immortality, the survival of the martial arts academy would no longer be a problem. Perhaps countless years later, when the vampires, werewolves, and even the Holy See had all vanished into smoke, his, Ye Mo's, power would still stand firm upon this world.

His punch came out like the wind, seemingly like a Mars colliding with Earth. Yet, maintaining a distance of three to four centimeters, after shattering the air in between into a sonic boom, it stopped abruptly as if acting in a silent movie.

Although Jiang Yuanzhou had helped along the way, if Fu Jingsheng had truly wanted to set up this scheme, even Jiang Yuanzhou probably would have been powerless to stop it.

However, this dashing, gentlemanly fellow possessed unfathomable cultivation—the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm. At present, the expression on the Hundred-Poison Old Fiend's face was entirely sinister and malevolent. Naturally, with his good deed ruined by another, his mood at this moment was exceptionally foul.

A great grandmaster of magic had once prophesied that the Eighth Prince possessed immense destiny and was destined to be the Lord of the Demon Realm! Yet Immortal Jinhao actually had the ability to kill him—just how formidable must Immortal Jinhao's destiny be! Could a person like that ever be provoked?

Shen Xi remained unconcerned, checking the silver notes against the light. With all five hundred taels of silver in hand, would she care about a mere stool? If she hadn't wished to make a fuss, extorting a few more stools out of her next wouldn't have been a big deal anyway.

"Good heavens. Consort Yanyan accidentally brewed such exquisite wine? It is indeed hard to believe this fact." He rolled his eyes, used a spell to dispel the smell of alcohol from his mouth, and stood up to pace back and forth in the garden.

The remaining few days flashed by in the blink of an eye, and before she knew it, Luo An'an suddenly realized the grand ceremony was about to begin.

"She is the daughter of an official in the imperial court, surnamed Shen—none other than that Miss Shen who shone so brilliantly at the drill grounds during the Longevity Festival not long ago."

These cultivators with spiritual attainment, when wielding kitchen knives, could slice various ingredients to whatever thickness a chef required.

Yu Xingyan said with even greater certainty, "This is a tribute piece fired in the Ru Kiln of the Song Dynasty, and at the bottom of the vase, the words 'Ru Kiln Special Supply' are even stamped."

If I were to extend my palm and examine my palm prints now, as long as I knew my current location, walking out wouldn't be difficult. But I had no idea where I was.

She came to Hai'er's room, used the Water of Oblivion, lifted the Spirit-Devouring Bottle, and Deng Ziyuan quietly returned into Hai'er's body.

Luo An'an looked at the hand that had just grabbed her pooper-scooper, and as if acting on pure instinct, she suddenly spoke up.

Since Lan Tian had already said it didn't matter, Liu Huan could not say anything more, and together they waited to see what else Xu Tianming had to say.

Waving his hand, He Ma naturally understood the dangers involved, but how could he sit quietly and wait for the situation to stabilize, waiting for an elf truly possessing the dragon's power to come and suppress the chaos?

He never expected him to be so stubborn about this matter, ignoring even the old matriarch who had always treated him well.

Since when was I, this old man, so easily suppressed by a broken system paired with a rotten watch? When this old man roamed freely across the myriad realms, these pieces of trash didn't even exist yet!

"I might not have been a match for him in the past, but now, with me here, he will certainly not be a match for you," that person said with absolute certainty.

Li Qiushui's complexion grew increasingly unsightly, yet he made no further move, as if he had been frightened by Qin Ming.

Chu Ruohua held an arrow with one eye squinted, raised her hand, and tossed the arrow toward the pot. The arrow struck the rim of the pot and clattered to the ground.

With Chu Chengzhou being so conceited, he surely would not have guessed that Xu Qing was only feigning surrender and was bound to suffer a crushing defeat because of this one day.

Unpleasant as it was, Chi Ye had entered the sect five years earlier than them and was an inner core disciple; both his status and strength far surpassed theirs. Since he had spoken, the ten of them had no choice but to obey.

Behind the youth lay a massive pile of wood shavings—the remains of the command platform that had been shattered by Yi Feng's sonic wave just yesterday.

Wang Jiancheng and Zhao Xueqin naturally knew that so-called "staying for a while" required legal procedures, which inevitably meant adoption.

At a time like this, although many harbored fear, the moment they thought of the vital importance of the Fenghai City coastline, they still gritted their teeth and rushed toward the first wave of demonic beasts.

"How did you brave fellows figure out that those people were going there to eat?" Ding Gang scratched his head.

"A deep underground tunnel!" Zhaoanyan was dumbstruck, and quickly followed, jumping down into the tunnel.

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