Chapter 57 (Revised and Expanded by 911 Words)

Seeing that this brash girl not only monopolized the candied haws in one hand but also grabbed a handsome man with the other, attempting a brazen daylight abduction, a crowd of young maidens and aunties instantly transformed into avatars of justice, clamoring loudly to report her to the authorities and have her arrested.

Unwilling to give up, he pressed for a meeting with Yunxin, intending to cooperate with Golden Finger since both were media companies, especially given that he held superior scripts in his hands.

Just as Shen Qingge was caught in a dilemma, a figure in black walked up to the three of them. That trademark solemn expression allowed Shen Qingge to instantly verify his identity.

Having finally stolen a bite of food to her heart's content, the chubby kitten was caught by Song Keke, who wiped its smudged face clean. Struggling free at last, it hurriedly slipped out through a crack in the door. Wagging its tail, it squatted on the short wooden hallway—or rather, the wooden balcony—contentedly licking its paws while watching the raindrops fall from the eaves.

Munching on the savory, crispy dried fish in her mouth, she leisurely gathered the various scattered food, drinks, cosmetics, and daily necessities from the floor, placing them back into the house where they belonged.

Hua Weilu felt a surge of hot blood rush to her chest, turbulent and overwhelming, making her desperately want to spit a mouthful right onto her master's face.

The power within that pillar of light was something the Heavenly-tier elders simply could not resist; none of them had any desire to step up and throw away their lives.

Witnessing this scene, Ao Shan, the Supreme Sovereign locked in fierce combat with Ye Yiyi in the distance, shifted his expression drastically and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Yiyi deployed her silver bell rope, which instantly pierced straight through his shoulder blades.

Waking up the next day, the weather was exceptionally fine. The warm autumn sun gently enveloped the entire imperial palace, casting a subtle tranquility amidst the solemn and majestic atmosphere.

"Palace Master, let us dispatch people ahead first to lie in wait around the perimeter, ensuring everything is done without a sound," Le Shui also offered anxiously.

A short moment later, a powerfully built middle-aged man with a pair of emerald-green eyes walked in.

Li Mochow was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe. Amidst the combat, her horsetail whisk and flowing hair danced in the air together. Her skin was white and smooth, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, her beautiful eyes darted around, and her waist swayed gently, resembling a narcissus trembling slightly in the wind.

The expression on Yao Ruonan's face shifted unpredictably, while Lu Yuyan remained unfazed, instead offering sarcastic remarks.

His expression grew increasingly unsightly as he looked at Jiang Yu. All hostility had vanished from his gaze, replaced by absolute obedience as he knelt directly before Jiang Yu, his face turning paler with growing panic.

News of Lu Ming's initial victory had already been transmitted back. Yunzhou, which had been fraught with anxiety before his departure, was now brimming with joyous smiles.

Zhao Lin, who had been secretly waiting for her to make a move, was about to follow quietly when he was intercepted by Tianlang, who appeared out of nowhere.

The reason for staging such a grand display was primarily because, as a vital and heavily guarded capital, it was impossible to transport Chen Mo to Weiyang Palace by helicopter.

Yao Ping was utterly captivated by medicinal herbs; had circumstances permitted, she would have insisted on thoroughly inspecting every single one of them.

After careful deliberation, about half of the soldiers bravely stepped out of formation, while the remainder stayed behind to record the competition results and report them to Cui Min.

The next day, under the pretext of discussing business, Xu Feng announced he would be leaving Yunhai for a few days before driving straight toward Donghai.

If one day I were to pass away without a word, I still wish to shield you throughout the remainder of your lifetime.

His agitation indeed produced miraculous results. The cultivators exchanged glances, and the looks they cast toward Chen Yuan were filled with extreme vigilance.

Watching Xingchen, who was guarding in front of Chongyang, Hu Ao furrowed his brows deeply and raised his right fist high toward the sky. Instantly, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged frantically toward Hu Ao, accumulating within his right arm, ready for an attack at any moment.

"Are you insane? Who dares to pry into the internal evaluations of the Ghost Castle? That's just having a death wish. Those old fogies over there love turning wizards into ghosts," the questioned wizard mocked him.

People from other nations also wore identical expressions of confusion, looking incomprehensibly at the panicking individuals shouting around them. What on earth were they doing?

"Do you have any questions now?" Hu Yiyan asked indifferently, sweeping his gaze across the crowd inside the auction venue.

Gazing into those terrifying ghost eyes originating from the depths ofes hell, Sima Chaofeng swallowed hard, his consciousness reduced to chaos. His surrounding subordinates were frightened to the point of tumbling about in disarray, collapsing limply to the ground. What was left to fight with?

"The captain is out of danger!" Wang Peng was the first to react, shouting loudly in Chinese to the special operations team members behind him.

"You originally worked for Blackwater?" Ray asked, momentarily stunned upon hearing his words. He thought to himself that he hadn't even found the time to hunt him down, yet he had popped up on his own, which saved him a considerable amount of trouble.

"Dear brother..." Dominic was watching Sangruo play string figures with unfinished interest when, hearing those words, he moved to stop Sangruo, who was about to vanish in a flash, apparently wishing to accompany Sangruo in studying web-weaving.

Of course, Xiao Peng was not foolish. He figured there had been a chance to film it at the time, but so what?

Liu Ming's degeneration broke the hearts of many diligent gardeners, and everyone eagerly anticipated that Liu Ming would take the exams seriously and display his true capabilities.

However, the simultaneous efforts of Pangu and Li DaoXu directly deprived the Heavenly Dao Hongjun of any possibility of tracking down the sequence.

A proud smile emerged on the face of the Golden-Winged Great Peng, a pride unique to the Kunpeng clan. He wanted to see what this mysterious Liu Ming had to say about his Kunpeng clan.

A few sea ghosts with lower cultivation realms were somewhat dazed by the barrage of bullets, though unfortunately, these bullets were far too weak against their formidable bodies. Using skeletons as their physical vessels, the bullets merely left imperceptible white marks upon impact, failing to cause any substantial damage.

Two long legs rotated like steel whips, continuously battering Sikong Guxue's head with the force of autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves.

Zhao Tong's figure executed a series of consecutive aerial flips, ultimately landing with a spin. With a single horizontal slash on momentum, two Xuzhou soldiers attempting a sneak attack from the flanks were cleaved into four pieces.

Moreover, the most crucial aspect was that the world-building was so detailed and flawless; at least judging by Lu Meng's brief narration, Gao Miu had yet to find a single logical loophole.