Chapter 24

The scandal about the Zhou family’s food company using inferior frozen meat and poor hygiene quickly spread online. Ji Huaishu was taken aback; he had thought Liu Xiao was deliberately humiliating him, preparing to win with the final arrow, but unexpectedly, Liu Xiao was only aiming for a draw.

Hearing this, the leader, a wiry man, gave a sinister smile and rushed forward like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, viciously swinging a steel pipe at Xiao Yun’s storefront.

In the eyes of Butler Zhang and Wang Fang, the Lin family was the absolute elite, an existence out of reach.

Chu Fan hadn’t intended to speak so plainly about his family troubles, but Ye Xingxing’s trust in him made him want to confide; after all, this was the first time he understood what it meant to have a friend.

Hua Wuchou explained some precautions, emphasizing where not to go—for example, entering Bai Lixiang’s room without permission was forbidden, as was the cockpit.

“Little brother, don’t pretend with me. I can tell right away—there’s definitely something between you and Lin Qiaoqiao!” Jin Xuntao flirtatiously raised her eyebrow, then meaningfully patted Xiao Yun’s shoulder.

Guo Ghost succeeded to the throne, made Ye Xingxing empress, and then subjected her to all kinds of hidden difficulties and traps; after only eighteen days, his life was at risk, and Ye Xingxing finally discovered the truth thanks to the guidance of the demon He Yutong.

Xia Longwuji finally got up from the ground. Upon seeing who it was, his expression changed, but soon returned to normal. He said coldly, “So King Shanglong has arrived.” Yet when his gaze fell upon the Holy Dragon Sword at the man’s back, fear flickered in his eyes.

To see this man earnestly speak such moving words—how could one not be moved to tears, how could one’s heart not soften, how could one not feel happiness?

“I want grilled yellow croaker!” The white tabby cat grinned, tilting its head and gesturing with its paws.

“With prices this high at the start, the final auction value of the golden sand will surely be enormous,” Chen Li said helplessly, watching the price soar. Even six-star artifacts wouldn’t fetch as much as the golden sand.

On this maple avenue, several hundred meters long, Yadong and Tulage, Black Chrome, as well as Snow Spirit, Sun Wukong, and Beibei, the three beasts, had walked it countless times. “They’re back—Yadong and the others are finally back!” Hearing Yadong’s shout halfway up the mountain, several villagers dropped their machetes and hurriedly ran down.

“Damn it!” The Kirielloids were infuriated; they had intended to crush Ultraman before the humans, showcasing their strength, but instead had been beaten by Ultraman. How could they endure such humiliation?

Alas, traveling from afar to attend a class reunion, only for things to end up like this—many classmates couldn’t help but feel uneasy, all with questions swirling above their heads. Had they rushed here only to leave dejected?

Lang Hongxiang narrowed his eyes; so, there were quite a few sixth-tier experts in Howling Moon Valley, but not many among the younger generation.

A massive force bound every demon, like a giant hand gripping their throats. Forget voicing opinions—surviving took every ounce of effort, and naturally, no demon dared resist.

Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his back, as if something inside was about to burst forth.

Zhang Bo touched the spot where he’d bumped himself and stepped out of the elevator. He hadn’t gone far when he suddenly slipped and fell.

Sparks flew from the Third Prince, bursting into beautiful flowers like those in the sky, but not harming him at all. After just half a day, his body seemed to have grown several times stronger.

But at that moment, the clacking sound echoed again in the corridor, coming closer and closer. Yet Huacheng seemed not to notice, still rummaging through the hiking bag.

Lu Yunyi spoke softly, and those three words resounded in the listener’s mind, carrying a new significance. Although the City of Battle was self-contained, it didn’t mean they were unaware of outside events.

They thought they were upholding justice, but really, they were just seeking someone pitiable to bear the brunt of their anger and dissatisfaction with life.

He hadn’t expected that, upon reliving the moment, these words would finally be useful. Suddenly, Lu Qi felt grateful for all the hard work he once put into his studies.

Still suppressing the bitterness of the herbal medicine, Lu Qi suddenly felt a gentle hand stroke his head.

The Yanan people possessed such advanced weaponry that ruling the vast stars was only natural.

But Chai Jianyin refused to cry until he saw the coffin. He secretly gathered all his energy in his palm and hurled it. As expected, despite his best efforts, it fell far short of Zhang Bo’s mark.

Xia Fangyuan sat up and suddenly felt a chill on her chest. Looking down, she saw that the towel wrapped around her chest had loosened and slipped off when she sat up.

Since the old man insisted on abandoning the city wall, Lao Lu reluctantly agreed.

Sweat glistened on Cui Xi’s face beneath the gray light, her anxious eyes wide as she spoke to Zhan Xueying.

Although she didn’t know what the “Source of Life” was, her legendary treasure-hunting father, Earl Ma, surely would.

Looking at the old house, the aunt sighed, started up her electric tricycle, and rattled out of the alley.

Further ahead, there were no more bodies, which made Li Yu’s brow relax a little. After some time together, he’d grown fond of many in the Stone Village.

The old man looked quite elderly—at least eighty—but strangely, his full head of black hair made him appear as young as a middle-aged man. Whether it was dyed or not, no one could say.