Volume 1, Chapter 66: Father and Son as Butty Stewards of the New Era 11

The figure walked hurriedly with lowered head, avoiding surrounding surveillance cameras as much as possible, turning corners before suddenly looking up at a camera in the corner and darting into an alley.

"I believe you now. After all, you are also a Great Elder. Since you've put it this way, there is nothing more for us to say." The Third Elder seemed to thoroughly agree with the Great Elder.

The originally tragic and solemn atmosphere was instantly swept away. The soldiers howled as they pinned down heavy machine guns and fired wildly.

Though veiled by sheer gauze, her tall figure and the white dress she wore were clearly visible. With lotus-like steps, she slowly walked toward the edge of the pavilion, where a zither had already been set up.

"Hahahaha, but come to think of it, we wouldn't be of much help anyway since we don't know how to act in a play. Not going there to cause trouble is already the best we can do." Saying this, Lucy stuck out her tongue in self-mockery and laughed.

Song Zheng spoke this way simply to provoke Qing Xuan's greed, allowing himself to get close to Qing Xuan and seize the opportunity to unleash his sword incantation. However, these words truly moved Qing Xuan. Seeing Song Zheng toss out spirit talismans as if they were worthless, Qing Xuan had no choice but to believe him, which in turn violently inflamed his greedy nature.

Su Chen said unreasonably, his arms tightly embracing Lin Ruoxue, feeling her soft and delicate body—a sensation that utterly infatuated him.

Pouring in some oil, and remembering that the old man shouldn't eat anything too greasy, Miyamoto Musashi deliberately poured a little less. Watching the oil in the wok begin to slowly boil with rising bubbles, Miyamoto Musashi knew it was time to put the ingredients in.

I chanted the bone-reading incantation silently, summoning the soul according to the birth date and time, and then took out a custom-made cigarette from the Yang family and took several fierce puffs.

Meanwhile, folk martial artists from several major powers spontaneously organized a martial arts tournament, calling upon martial artists worldwide to gather and fight for supremacy, to see which country truly possessed the strongest martial arts prowess.

Just walking into the classroom and facing so many students, Teacher Fang's emotions almost completely collapsed once again.

As long as one has good luck, anyone has a chance to be in the spotlight. Thinking of this, the live streamers showcased all sorts of talents.

"Is the baby hungry? I'll go call Sister Haitang back!" Su Yiyan was just about to go out and call her when she ran straight into Lu Zhiling and Jiang Qiqi.

Xu Zhengchen picked a dress from the pile of clothes displayed beside him—a sky-blue shirt paired with a white tulle long skirt.

After making his top-up, Wang Yueban immediately gifted himself some points and did not forget to drop a wave of self-promotion.

"Where on earth did he run off to..." Lin Jiahan lost her patience waiting. Since she couldn't wait for him, she had no choice but to come back another day.

The old man waved his hand indifferently, acting as if it were no big deal, and only handed the object back to Ma Rufeng after receiving a guarantee.

The other school leaders—or rather, all the teachers and students, without a single exception—were utterly dumbfounded, each and every one of them thoroughly terrified.

Currently, "Naughty Jay" can be said to be a tremendously successful virtual character. Although it has only released a handful of songs from its debut until now, in the realm of virtual singers, it can already be considered a top-tier existence and the strongest trump card designed by Wukong Design, even surpassing "Wukong".

In the living room, Yu Shiyao and Qiu Wangjun spent a tender moment together, exchanging some thoughts about live streaming, but the two of them soon prepared to wash up and rest, as it was getting quite late.

It was imperative to bring this person over now; bringing him here was the only way to tell him that it was time he came out and did some serious work.

Amidst a wave of sudden, epiphanic gratitude, Li Jianguo reminded himself: Over the next few days, he had to figure out a way to get something rare that Malu liked to reward this older brother for his sincere guidance.

Of course, this is a game and cannot be explained through scientific terms; multiple hits are simply designed by the game developers.

At hundreds of silver liang per pill, coupled with promotional campaigns, a portion of customers was still willing to give it a try.

"Bastard!" The grandfather flew into a rage, causing everyone to tremble with fear, while his mother could only look at him and shake her head.

The old beggar, usually so frivolous and smiling, suddenly spoke these words in a solemn and righteous tone, making the blood of everyone present surge and filling their eyes with hot tears.

As night fell, Chu Feng sat upright in his room, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing. Personally driving out the corpse poison for six people consecutively had still been quite exhausting.

"Old Mao, time is precious. Calm down first, drink a cup of wine to steady your nerves, and quickly tell me your current situation... Why are you and your wife going behind the Grand Manager's back to trade with Hao Feng?" With that, he poured him a glass of Louis XIII.

He could only see a few ripples stir before Feng Yuanyi. He raised his hand slightly and began to slowly draw his blade.

Liu Mei plucked the last few plum blossoms, inserted them into a long-necked vase, arranged them, and brought them inside, bringing a gust of cool wind with her.

"Fellow Daoist Gu, I've had such a pleasant conversation with Sister Xuewu that I truly wish to have her stay and keep me company. What do you think?" Luo Xueying smiled.

He couldn't help wondering: Why did he like her? Where exactly was the breakthrough point she had always been searching for?

"Si, Si Tong, what are you talking about? I don't understand." But Wu Luo was not one to willingly acknowledge Si Tong's words. Stiffly twitching the corners of her mouth, she maintained her gentle smile and continued to play dumb.

Clearly, the skeleton man had no way of escaping before Si Tong's eyes on his own. Pressed hard in pursuit by Si Tong, he resorted to the hard-earned emergency escape divine power left behind by the person who had brought him to this era.

"We do not believe the oaths of an inferior race like yours! Today, you must leave behind another leg before you can leave! Otherwise, you will never learn your lesson. The sacred ground of the Swan Clan is not a place for your Toad Clan to tread!" Elder Yifan had already made his move while speaking.

Constantly being referred to as Mrs. Gu, Chi Wan was growing more and more accustomed to the title. Being Gu Linan's wife, upon reflection, truly seemed to be an enviable thing.

Zichuan had previously found it somewhat strange how Lord Changping and the agrarian school—no matter how one looked at it, two entities that had nothing to do with each other—could end up coming together. It turned out that Tian Guang's ascent to the position of the Master of Chivalry had been backed by Lord Changping's assistance; no wonder Tian Guang later supported Lord Changping's plans so fiercely.