Chapter 60 This is Mount Xiu Village

A harsh sound rang through the dining room, finally drawing the man's attention. He closed his newspaper, set it aside, and let his gaze fall upon her.
Su Mu pursed his lips. Feeling that biting directly into a whole orange was something he simply could not bring himself to do, he decided instead to peel it like a mandarin orange, section by section, and began to eat it at a leisurely pace.
Xiao Ran glanced at the Grandmaster-peak expert leading the Sky Net team this time. Seeing the other person give a slight nod, he knew this must have been agreed upon beforehand.
Qiao Yanzhe had hardly closed his eyes at all last night. He hadn't even managed to drink a sip of water after waking up before hurrying over, so he unceremoniously picked up the cup of hot water and drained it in one gulp. A moment later, he slammed the cup down heavily, his face still covered as if by a layer of frost.
As for whether Ling Xiao would offer words of blessing, he did not force it. He would not compel his brother to bless him; even if Ling Xiao did not offer his blessings, he would still remain his brother, the kind who shared a bond of absolute loyalty.
After a year of hard work, Qingshi's status had risen steadily, and he had become a capable right-hand man by the side of the King of Toyo.
Zi Ling'er stared at the ground in disbelief, the severe pain from the abrasions on her hands causing tears to well up in her eyes instantly.
Princess Mingyue was both ashamed and furious, almost unable to restrain herself from breaking into a tirade. Unfortunately, the dirty rag in her mouth hindered her performance, forcing her to utter only a few muffled, angry roars.
Therefore, ordinary people could not afford to mess with the Beauty Pavilion. Once provoked, the involved forces would be beyond anything an ordinary person could imagine.
Jiang Shi's handsome face was frosty, his dark eyes seemingly淬 (infused) with ice, and his entire body exuded an untouchable, keep-strangers-at-a-bay coldness.
Faced with the several jade boxes openly displayed in the hall, these were undoubtedly treasures left behind by the upper-realm cultivators of the Divine Illusion Sect. Sealed within this cluster of buildings, they were meant at the very least as rewards for the sect's core disciples or those who had made monumental contributions.
The black spike hurtled forward, and a confident smile appeared on Cignus's face, but in the next second, that smile was shattered.
That was because, due to the extremely low temperatures, many people simply never woke up again amidst this heavy snow.

Xia Mingfeng had no desire to stir up trouble either, so he nodded, took the Qiankun pouch from Xia Mingxin's hands, and retrieved all the spiritual herbs, placing them on a table in front of the Buddha statue. Even he had not expected that there would be so many spiritual herbs inside the Qiankun pouch—over fifty varieties in total, with not a single one repeated.
"Hmph, you lot have simply cultivated for a few more years than us. If I were given the same amount of time as you, killing you would be as easy as killing a dog," Fang Ruyu said with bitter resentment. He was extremely unreconciled; with his aptitude, had he been allowed to cultivate for a few more years, he could have easily slain the other party.
"Because they would only get in the way. Besides, do you really think this is a simple accident?" Sakura-ma glanced sideways at the surrounding police. A special electrical signal seemed to have been transmitted here just now; it appeared that Xevino had not cut off contact with these people, and his purpose in leaving this squad here was also to monitor him.
Immediately, the deep confusion turned into overwhelming excitement: As long as Brother Luo isn't dead, why bother caring about all the rest?
Early the next morning, Xia Mingfeng opened his eyes, stretched, and had just sat up when the door was pushed open with a loud bang, and Wang Jue rushed in excitedly.
Before I could even get up, the zombie lunged forward again. I propped myself up with both hands, twisted my body, and dodged it cleanly. Then, I violently swung the curved blade in my hand. Empowered by my strength, the blade cut through the air and slashed directly at the zombie's fangs, snapping off one of its teeth in a single blow.
"Two seniors, the black ice on the ground here is truly unimaginably tough. The four of us juniors can barely inflict any damage on the ice layer."
Whenever I rushed to do the heavy labor, hauling the bulky components onto the lathe, her crisp, delicate voice would always chime in with concern, telling me that since I was still growing, I shouldn't strain my vitality.
"Lord Judge, there is no time to lose. We should hurry up and start deploying our tasks," a senior ghost runner kindly reminded him.
Liu Bei pondered for another long moment before finally waving his hand and saying, "Summon Zhao Shu for an audience." Yan Peng bowed and left. The bitterness in Liu Bei's heart grew even deeper; everything Yan Peng had just said was speaking on behalf of Zhao Shu. It seemed Zhao Shu's faction had already infiltrated his inner circle. Glancing back at Huang Hao, who wore a slightly joyful expression, he felt even more terror-stricken.
Damn it, since when did Nangong Yao have such capability as to silently recruit so many veteran ministers?
Xiang'er turned pale with pain, cold sweat broke out all over her face, and her lips were bitten until they bled, yet she did not let out a single cry of pain, only giving a slight nod.
The moment I heard that, I knew the time was about right. At that moment, we all walked outside and saw several children shouting wildly, claiming that it was going to rain, that it was going to rain. But when we looked up, there were only a few patches of dark clouds in the sky. Rain was simply out of the question.

After nightfall, Jiang Yi once again gathered the registered "snowmen" onto the open space in front of the High Priest's cave, and naturally gave a few more simple instructions to everyone in person.
The cliffs on either side of the narrow pass might not be considered very high, standing at only around thirty meters or so, but tossing a person directly high up from below was an action that left the North-Suppressing Prince's guards—who were desperately fighting their way up—dumbfounded.
The thoughts seen in Xiao Yufiao's eyes inexplicably improved Shangguan Yueyao's mood, and she subsequently withdrew her previously deliberate aura.
Ahu turned and walked forward a few steps, when he suddenly felt a tightness in his neck. An arm had appeared around his throat, pulling him back tightly, and then a gleaming dagger thrust fiercely toward his heart. By then, it was already too late for Ahu to struggle.
Lin Chutian was bare-chested at the moment, and with a slight flex, vast patches of muscles bulged.
Li Gang spat out a mouthful of bloody spit as if nothing had happened, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and brushed away the blood that had spattered onto his bean curd pudding-covered face. It looked as though the one spitting blood wasn't even him.
"Tell me, what is the use of having such formidable strength? In the end, aren't you still being besieged by us? As long as there are enough of us, I refuse to believe you can still fight back. Only after you die will we have our chance."
Leaving his clone to guard the restaurant, Liu Ning brought System Robot No. 3 and teleported directly into the Demon Emperor City, then proceeded toward the imperial palace. Today was the new Demon Emperor's enthronement day; besides the ministers of the Demon Kingdom, powerful and prominent figures from all across the realm were also invited to observe the ceremony.
At that moment, every gaze in the entire concert venue was focused on the powered armor that had suddenly appeared on stage, including those of Li Gang and Liu Shanshan.