Chapter 60

As two cars drove past, passersby turned to look. Some recognized the vehicles belonging to the Qianyan Mountain leadership. Once the cars came to a halt, the Qianyan Mountain leader driving the lead car opened the driver's side door and popped his head out. Instantly, two flunkeys rushed forward to block the leader's way.

Ever since she was old enough to understand things, this was the first time In'er had actually managed to catch a live butterfly with her own hands. In the past, she had never been able to see them clearly, but this time she could finally hold one and play with it, gripping its wings tightly and refusing to let go.

[Jin Nian]: I didn't mean to lecture you. I was just concerned about you. If you don't like hearing it, I won't mention it again in the future.

"I... can I go to the villa?" Cicada pinched the rabbit-fur hat in her hands, feeling a trace of nervousness when she heard the word "villa."

However, there was no dust inside the room, only a faint scent that resembled incense yet was not quite incense.

While playing, Susu recommended Luoyan's livestream channel to several of her teammates. This girl had top-notch verbal skills, praising Luoyan as if she were peerless in heaven and earth without ever repeating a single adjective, leaving Luoyan feeling rather embarrassed.

"But your head doesn't look like it's ever been injured." Su Yan observed closely and found that Han Yi's forehead was completely smooth, with no tearing scars on the skin.

"Alright, old sister, we haven't seen each other in over ten years. And at a time like this, having a good drink is wonderful." Old Mrs. Zhang took off her outer coat and sat cross-legged on the heated brick bed. Madam Zhang smiled and invited her to sit further inside, waiting for the gege to bring out the dishes.

Chu Xiu wanted to say he could endure it, but realizing what state he was in, persisting would only be asking for suffering, so he kept his mouth shut.

A-Ning still needed to lean against something to barely remain seated. As soon as Liu Ya walked over, however, she insisted stubbornly on straightening her upper body to pay respects to Liu Ya.

More importantly, through the baptism of more than two hundred battles and half a month of observation and bitter contemplation, Yin Feng had comprehended the basic fist techniques to the realm of perfection. His fist force was condensed without a single shred of power leaking outward; every punch thrown was as majestic and fierce as rolling thunder, executed entirely at will without the slightest hindrance, smooth and natural as Heaven itself.

Then, taking advantage of the fact that she had nowhere to move, his tall and imposing frame suddenly rested his head upon her shoulder.

The spring evening breeze carried a hint of faint chill. She drew her cloak tighter around herself, and the smile on her lips gradually faded.

As soon as Hong Liangsheng's health improved slightly, he immediately moved out of the hospital. Huai Zhen wore a plain black vintage qipao that Della had given her from her youth, reportedly made during the year she was at her slimmest. Except for the shoulders being a bit ill-fitting and the clothes slightly loose, everything else fit quite well, and Hong Liangsheng chuckled heartily at the sight of it.

Inside the desolate tripod, Yin Feng nodded slightly. He hadn't expected this Lou Wanzhong to possess such formidable eloquence, but there was one thing he had gotten wrong: the Supreme Sword Canon was no longer the exclusive property of the sect master candidates, and he had completely mastered the Supreme Sword Canon by now.

Without Yan Kejing, the Ministry of Rites was not lacking in personnel, but given the Emperor's longevity celebration, perhaps Doctor Wang would command more authority.

The three of them walked downstairs together. As they descended, the conversation between Song Renjun and Hanyu happened to cease, and they both looked up.

Lin Yang was silent for a few seconds, then gave a lukewarm response. At least he didn't mock him out loud.

"This..." King Qi was naturally someone who found it difficult to make decisions, which was why he had a fence-sitter demeanor in diplomacy and could never become a truly wise monarch. Prompted by Mingyue, he hesitated once more and looked toward Teng Geng.

"The more the merrier. It's lively when there are more people, and everyone hasn't seen each other in a long time. Since I'm somewhat of an outsider to you all, let me play the host." He looked Corpse Dog and Exorcism up and down, seeing Corpse Dog nod at me.

"Alright—" Without even thinking, the word slipped right out of my mouth. I knew the proprietorship's kindness toward me, it was just that some things I preferred not to pierce through the final layer of window paper, though that didn't mean I didn't understand it in my heart.

When I got home, my physical body had already returned. Actually, whether I checked or not, I knew what had happened. My body was very happy for my return, and I only waited to merge back into one, which was considered restoring the past. However, in the living room, Daoist Qingyue and the other two sat across from me, each of them frowning as they looked at me.

"What are you few still standing there foolishly for? Why don't you drag her down yet? Do you want the master to see her and recall unhappy things and fly into a rage?" Ziyan pointed at those servants and scolded loudly.

Nan Gongtian didn't mind lending a hand. He leaped down immediately and cast illusions toward Zhuo Yihang and Moyuan.

When Wang Mingyang conveyed Lin Fan's intentions, Mayor Chen nodded immediately. As long as production and operation could be maintained, he wouldn't have high demands regarding the price, and would follow Grandmaster Lin's wishes.

"Now that you've fallen into my hands, are you still going to be arrogant? Watch me refine you." Huang Baiheng was extremely smug, his smile even more unbridled.

Walking at random, Ning Fuchen's foot suddenly tripped. Because he was underwater and the force was light, he didn't quite fall, so Ning Fuchen stopped and looked down.

Liu Xiaotian led the team personally. When he learned that a disturbance had broken out at the Nanshan Children's Welfare Institute, he did not hesitate at all and led his team right out.

This land possessed endless mystery; Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and ancient Buddhas walked among the mortal realm, coexisting with all living beings, manifesting divine miracles to save people from suffering. It was precisely because of this that Buddhism flourished increasingly.

With the arrival of Xiaoyang, and his overwhelmingly dominant defeat of their formidable enemy Songzandebu, Chen Nan and the Purple Gold Divine Dragon remained relatively calm. They were long accustomed to Xiaoyang's strength and took it in stride; as for the members of the Chen family, they were shocked to the extreme.

At this moment, Xiang Yongtai was also moved by everyone's passionate emotions, so he stepped forward as well, extending a large pair of hands to join the handshake. The workers in the back cheered even louder. This was something they hadn't expected—a crowd of workers tightly surrounded them in the middle of the workshop, and thunderous cheers erupted.

The sturdy copper-cased alarm clock was extremely precise; it was something Cui Mingming had bought at a great expense from a border trade duty-free shop, and he had always cherished it dearly.

Su Yuyang's appearance genuinely surprised Ji Linxi, but upon second thought, he felt it was only natural—since he had already woken up, how could he not go and see his good friend's concert? Doing so also demonstrated his physical condition from another perspective, sparing Yan Li any unnecessary worry.