Volume 1, Chapter 61: Back Then, It Was Xie Yanchen Who Saved Her

After several rounds of conversation, Su Wanqing ultimately failed to reverse Shi Mei's prejudice.

Chu Yan and Zhao Shishi also gave up entirely, refusing to let Yun Hao touch them anymore. Exchanging thoughts with one another, they joined forces and pushed Yun Hao off the bed.

"Doctor Fei, didn't the refinement fail? What is Doctor Ye trying to do?" Na Ke asked Fei Jinghui beside him, completely failing to understand Ye Xiu's actions.

"Sister Ying, who lives in that place?" The little girl asked timidly. Upon hearing this, Yu Chao and the other two fell into silence.

Swallowing hard, Yu Chao clutched his stomach and slowly climbed down from the front passenger seat, squeezing into the back with Ah Hao and the little girl.

Inside, seeing the door pushed more than halfway open by Ye Xiu, Su Jingxuan could not help but scold him angrily with a delicate reprimand.

Yet now it had spoken so abruptly. Although its words offered congratulations, Taixuan knew very well that after this string of empty remarks, there must be unexpressed implications.

Taixuan looked toward Master Yuanyuan. Not far away, beneath a verdant old pine tree, Master Yuanyuan, Master Daxing, and various other leaders of the mystical sects were chatting and laughing merrily.

"Boss, we can't let him go!" Yu Chao intended to chase after him, but was stopped by Ma Long.

However, the Holy Cult Leader possessed vast knowledge and an exceptionally high vision, possessing the potential of a Great Emperor. Thus, he perceived the power of the Samsara Sword and instantly discerned its origins.

Qingyao poked her head out once more. Fearing that she might make another startling remark, Li Hong quickly shifted position to block her.

"You—" Shi Youshan was infuriated by this unwarranted accusation, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The mutant's formidable constitution left Luo Yuping looking even more radiant. Applying a bit of makeup made her look as though nothing had happened at all—at most, as if she had just finished a bowl of nourishing chicken soup. This showed that time's constraints depend largely on the person; though the circumstances were urgent, once Luo Yuping relaxed, time loosened up as well.

The soldier's face was squeezed purple-black in his grip. Just as the soldier's eyes rolled back and his legs began to twitch, A San, patrolling the perimeter on horseback, caught sight of this scene.

Xiao Hu's palace was built right in the center of Mirror Lake. Viewed from afar, it was impossible to distinguish which pavilions were real and which were illusory.

The veteran master craftsman and the old-timer were discussing their upcoming work when, feeling a bit thirsty, one of them picked up a cup to drink. Catching sight of this scene, he spat a mouthful of water straight out.

Yet Long Aoran remained completely unmoved. Pressing his palms together, he said with a calm expression, "Benefactor Dongfang is likely mistaken."

This was a simple method of seed selection that farmers had used out of habit for hundreds of years. Seeds that floated meant their interiors were hollow or defective, making them virtually useless for planting.

She disliked this sense of deviation and uncontrollable uncertainty. No matter what her past had been like, in this lifetime, she was determined to grasp everything firmly in her own hands to feel at ease.

Tang Yi and Fang Li discussed some academic matters. It was too cold outside, and having never stayed in the village for so long, Fang Li's hands and feet were freezing cold.

Under Qi Liangye's astonished gaze, countless cracks suddenly appeared on the Mysterious Thunder Shield before it shattered with a deafening roar.

I pointed my finger at the white dress on the table, but as my gaze drifted, I happened to catch sight of my own arm.

"Sir, are you here to pick up medicine or consult a doctor?" Lin Jiajia was about to speak when she heard someone talking ahead. She glanced casually, intending to look away, but the corner of her eye caught sight of a familiar, tall figure.

"Don't cry. We will win. The Lord City Lord will beat back these alien races; he definitely will." Not knowing what else to say, the mother could only comfort her child with these words.

"I wonder how Young Master Jin came to be together with Miss Qiaoqiao?" Nalan Mingyi eyed the two of them, her eyes filled with vigilance.