Volume 1, Chapter 59: Playing a Magnificent Role

Chen Nianke cautiously looked around, then glanced up at the stairs, and asked with a seemingly casual air, "Auntie, is Yunmiao at home?"

Zhou Manhua let out a dissatisfied and cold snort. "She's out again. Said some university classmates of hers came to Qingcheng, and they've made plans to visit their college professor together today."

Zhou Manhua wore a stern face, her eyes radiating coldness.

Yet there was nothing she could say. Indeed, visiting their beloved mentor at the end of the year was a tradition among Jiang Yunmiao and her close classmates. It had been like that every previous year.

Hearing that Jiang Yunmiao was out, a flash of joy crossed the depths of Chen Nianke's eyes—it suited her purpose perfectly.

"Auntie..."

His tone was sincere, devoid of any pretense, yet to Yunting's ears, it sounded somewhat grating.

Cracks like creeping vines spread across Ye Chen, as if about to devour him. Seeing this, Ye Chen sneered; the moment a cold smirk curved the corner of his mouth, the creeping cracks abruptly stopped in silence, like a pacified fury vanishing without the slightest stir.

Upon hearing this, the garrison soldier exclaimed, "What! Kneeling the whole night?" The soldier quickly covered his mouth, fearing the village head's wife might overhear.

That ancient city stood majestically beneath the firmament, as if enduring for eternity, vast and immense, radiating a terrifying aura even from afar.

The surging blood and Qi within Xiao Feng's body was already boiling; how could he possibly withstand the impact of a giant python?

Yet, after all, Yan Hu was the leader of the White Tiger Hall, so no matter how much anger the others harbored, none dared to voice it.

Over the past few days, Fang Yi and Hua Huiyue had grown exceptionally close. In everyone's eyes, this was no longer a secret, arousing the intense jealousy of Yang Chengji. Even as her husband, he could not get close to her, and Yang Chengji even harbored the desire to kill Fang Yi.

"Let's go, stretch our limbs a bit. Sitting around all day makes the body feel a bit rusty," the robust man said with a smile, glancing at the giant beast crouching beside him.

Liu Yong's strength was growing steadily, and his money-making schemes came one after another. He never lacked funds, which constantly kept the others wary while giving them growing headaches.

To this, Fang Yi's response was simple: another slap across the face. It was the crudest method, yet also the most effective.

"What? You've just been sitting on this highway for a whole year?" The driver practically howled. The composure he had barely regained instantly shattered into chaos, his face draining of color.

Opening the wardrobe, only a few pitiful garments hung inside—simple jeans and white shirts, the attire of student days.

"Thank you, Aunt Ling! Thank you, Aunt Ling!" The two fools had suffered a massive loss yet kept praising the madam, causing Ning Baobei to roll her eyes in utter exasperation. Unfortunately, her eyelids were closed, so her eye-rolling went unseen by those people.

"Hasn't anything major happened at your company?" After much internal brewing, Su Nuannuan finally voiced her question.

"A talking zombie?" The officer was struck by these words, his eyebrows noticeably twitching twice.

"Mister, I really don't have any money..." Tao Hua certainly didn't want to blow things out of proportion. She was already a subject of gossip at school, and being with Prince Zihao instantly made her a target of public scrutiny. If this matter were brought back to school, given Prince Zihao's temperament, heaven knows how much of a fuss he would kick up.

Beneath his fingers, countless realms under the celestial heavens dissolved into a rain of blood, vanishing into his blood-thirsty finger. Using countless realms as a blood sacrifice, his vital essence as a guide, and the soul power of the Blood Realm Supreme as the spirit, he cast a single pointer from the sky that landed upon the Emperor's Source Crown.

"Dad! Mom!" Seeing the group from afar, Shen Feifei immediately recognized her parents among them and rushed forward.

Ye Liuli watched the person on the ground instantly dissolve into a pool of dark, highly toxic black blood.

"My Lord, of the two hundred guards from Le'an, fewer than a hundred entered openly, while over a hundred others sneaked in mixed among the crowd," the man in black said calmly, though what he truly thought remained unknown.

He picked up a cigar with a trembling right hand, attempting to light it, but failed repeatedly. Driven by sudden fury, he accidentally set his hair on fire, panicking him into patting it wildly, only to make the flames spread faster.

A volley of crossbow arrows felled a batch of soldiers, followed immediately by a series of explosive rumblings from thrown objects, turning everything upside down in utter chaos.

Just as they slowed down to catch their breath, a mighty roar terrified them into keeping on the move.

In less than a minute, Red Queen had fully taken over Haotian Island,启动了 all production lines, and activated the Terminators.

The audience held their breath, fixing their eyes unwaveringly on Mo Qi's hands on the giant screen. After a dozen seconds, Mo Qi slowly stopped and peeled open his palms bit by bit.

Xue Linglong hurriedly stepped onto Lin Qing's back, steadied by Yi Ming, before Lin Qing slowly stood up.

Hearing this, Ning Hao suddenly snapped to awareness and immediately took out the elixir Immortal Li Tiegui had given him last time.

Slap! E Dashu viciously struck her across the face with tremendous force. Moreover, the blow came so abruptly and fiercely that Zhou Wanrong's body toppled to the side, bright red blood instantly spilling from the corner of her mouth. A vivid red handprint stood out clearly on her fair cheek.

Relinquishing power was tantamount to casting off all responsibilities and obligations as well. Now Jingyang County was a complete mess, and given Qin Chao's lazy disposition, he couldn't care less about managing the aftermath.

Chen Zhipeng picked up a steel plate from the side and sliced through a radish held in his hand with a single stroke—it was extremely sharp. He turned around and drove it straight into the box.

Yuan Xianglin felt a deep sense of guilt, truly feeling that she had failed her mother, and then embraced her.

Thinking of Song Wanqing's promise from that night to show her sincerity through practical actions, could this be what she meant?