Chapter 54: The Firestarter
The sudden appearance of Qin Yi startled everyone present. No one had anticipated that he would show up at this exact moment. Qin Yi walked over, took Su Wan's hand, and said softly to her, "Let's go home."
He pulled her to turn around and leave. After a few steps, Su Wan looked back at Han Hongmei, her tone completely devoid of any fluctuation.
"Do you know why the son you raised turned out to be such a fool?"
"It's because you are selfish."
"And the daughter you raised has a mind that is not—"
However, this spell was identical to the previous one, having zero effect on Cihang Pudu's golden body. This left Zhiqiu Yiye utterly astonished—what on earth was this creature, and why were his spells completely useless against it?
Even coming from a noble lineage starting with the character "Sheng" and being blood-related to the Great Crimson Lotus Wolf King, he still had numerous confidants and close friends within the Great Crimson Lotus Order.
"What twenty thousand?! Why do you people always misunderstand my intentions?!" Hugo said, half-laughing and half-crying. Fine, that idiot misunderstood me, and now you, a handsome fellow, are misunderstanding me too.
Meanwhile, the rest of the people continued to drink and chat amidst the festivities. Ye Tan and Dai Jinfeng sat there like a pair of picturesque yet glaringly conspicuous figures.
Originally, Lin Chen could only detect movements within a radius of thirty meters, but now he felt as though his hearing could reach up to a hundred meters away. Truly, he could survey the world in all directions and hear everything from afar.
There were frogs in the waters of Sui Garden, creating a chorus of croaks that caught people off guard. Ever since the statue of the Immortal of the South China Sea was brought here, things seemed to have quieted down quite a bit, but anyone who had truly been through trials knew that all of this was merely the beginning.
This was a very basic water-element manipulation magic, a rather versatile choice among elementary spells. It could be used for offense, form a defense, or assist healing magic. Right now, Chu Yun was simply using it to solve his dehydration problem.
The attacks of the three adopted children of the Fierce Mercy House were vicious and ferocious. Toby exhausted all his magic power, unleashing spells through the Roaring Decay, while Penny's ancient incantations constantly shifted forms.
Currently, theoretically speaking, both Serie A teams, Trapani and Inter Milan, still had a chance to claim the treble, though Inter Milan held the upper hand.
Noticing Xiao Fei's intense gaze, he sneer coldly and suddenly altered the direction of the racket in his hand.
While speaking, he turned on the television. After pondering for a long time, he decided to restore the entertainment channel he had previously deleted. But the moment he turned it on, he was terrified by the scene before him.
随后，那一挑黑影就奔向了赵峰身上，赵峰一开始就发觉了他的动作，但之前体力消耗，让他觉得心力不足，根本没办法躲开。
"The entire imperial guards?" Liu Li asked in shock, having never witnessed such a grand formation nor dared to imagine it.
When Li Shaojin lured Li Yingxue to her home and before killing her, looking at the knife in her hand, that was precisely how miserably and shrilly Li Yingxue had screamed.
Quan Zemu wore a dark expression. "What! Why are you here?" He stepped outside and asked Elder Quan with displeasure.
In the rolling dust of the mortal world, attachment is suffering; amidst the churning, turbid waves, detachment is equally suffering. Xiao Luo stood before Yun Lan's grave, choked with emotion and speechless, with only a single line of clear tears to tell the tale.
Yet Jiang Xu said nothing, leaving him to sit quietly and watch as Jiang Xu smoked the cigarettes in the pack one by one until they dwindled away.
"Reporting back on our mission is what matters most; everything else is just floating clouds." Feng Huaien didn't care about such empty vanities at all.
Gazing at the familiar surroundings, coupled with the fact that all his descendants were gathered together this year, Li Cunshan's heart, heavy with depression for an entire year, finally felt a great deal better.
"Bitch, how dare you hit me!" The beggar she had previously knocked flying scrambled up from the ground and lunged forward, trying to kick Nian Xinyi.
To share the joy in his heart with everyone, Song Zhiyong deliberately invited all his friends to a gathering, including Tan Qian, who had loved him unconditionally from their university days right up to the present.