Chapter 53: The Six-Year-Old Old Geezer

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She set down the alchemy cauldron, tossed in a fireball talisman, and the water was instantly boiled. Then she threw in both the chicken and the duck, scalding them to easily pluck their feathers.
She checked whether her process was normal or not, except that when she poured the contents out, it almost made little Xu Hengliang retch—wasn't the smell just too awful?
Jiang Wan took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, held her breath, and began plucking the feathers. Feathers flew everywhere in a chaotic mess, leaving Xu Hengliang, standing nearby, utterly dumbfounded.
With a look of sheer astonishment at the toddler covered in feathers, and...
She was Yin Nian's Dao companion. Back then, Yin Nian and Bian Xue both got stuck in a bottleneck at the same time, but Bian Xue broke through hers after being stuck for a few million years, while Yin Nian had long failed to resolve his.
Seeing that everyone had boarded, the Third Domain Lord walked to the front of the giant disk and gave a simple wave, sending the entire disk soaring into the air.
Gazing at the pomegranates, which were only the size of a fist yet completely deep red, she found it hard to believe that they would not taste delicious.
A long saber materialized within the giant's right hand. Judging by its style, it was unmistakably the Immortal-Devouring blade, and Zhao Lei's face began to emerge upon that towering visage.
Zhang Qingyuan was already aware of its potential drawbacks by now, yet he had no intention of giving up. On the contrary, he would henceforth use this ability with all his might.
As expected of a sixth-layer cultivator, capable of manipulating energy to create transformations and applying them in actual combat.
He should have found another time to explain things to her in person, rather than habitually telling Assistant Xu to summon people to his home.
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A wave of cheers erupted. At this point, they no longer cared whether the news Li Jiangliu brought back was good or bad.
However, things had reached this stage, and Huang Meng had no idea whether he could actually summon anyone. When he was in his prime, they naturally would have helped him, but now it was hard to tell. Aside from a few he could count on, he had no clue how many people would actually show up.
"There are no tourists here. We can't run a business. Xinuo likes quiet, and running a guesthouse would be too noisy. I'm getting up there in years myself and can't look after it," Xu Jiang said with a clear head.
No matter when or where, Han Xiangru always wanted to step on Tang Weiyi whenever she got the chance. This had almost become her instinct, bypassing the need for any thought.
Yet the real reason was to investigate whether there were any internal traitors or undercover agents among us.
During the immediate aftermath of the accident, she had been immersed in the grief of her mother's departure, leaving her no time to process the reality that she could no longer walk.
Ye Qingcheng had never been spoken to in such harsh tones by Lin Yimo, let alone in front of so many people.
At this moment, Bai Hao's face showed not a shred of madness; instead, his eyes revealed profound wisdom.
Shen Qingyue looked at Jun Moqian like this, long having lost the shock she felt upon their first meeting, her eyes carrying a complex emotion.
Yet just as I bolted the door panels into place one by one, this man walked straight toward me.
"This item is inexpensive, and it has an excellent sleep-aid effect at night with no odor. You can give it a try," Housekeeper Mu replied.
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"What did I do wrong? Where have I gone wrong?!" she screamed at him, venting all the negative emotions pent up in her heart.
Yes, he was profoundly grateful that this was not his aunt and uncle's child; otherwise, he might have followed her down into the endless abyss.
Li Xiuyang, however, shook his head. Patients had the right to choose life or death, but as a doctor, one could not simply give up just because things got tough.
Liu Dahu's initial pretense had ultimately transformed into a state of utter rage and silent numbness.
Looking at the beauty in his arms, the fires of rage in Xiao Yan's heart erupted like a volcano, completely out of control.
Going to the county seat now required him, the team leader, to issue an introduction letter; otherwise, he would have to take responsibility if anything went wrong.
The scar-faced middle-aged man hooked his arm, catching the elite disciple of the Dark Hall who came flying toward him, only to see the man violently spew a large mouthful of fresh blood. One could see a massive amount of internal organ fragments mixed within the blood, and his chest had nearly been punched through—he was clearly beyond saving.
Though Muchen was powerful, the Mitat family, being one of the three major clans, was by no means weak either. Prior to this, no one had ever dared to brazenly blockade their gates.
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