Chapter 62: Visiting the Father-in-Law

The man tilted his head back, neither angry nor annoyed, a trace of doting fondness even lingering in his eyes.

Squinting, he gazed at the person before him, simply finding what Qin Wanyi said quite amusing.

Could it be that he hadn't made himself clear?

Seeing that the man still showed no reaction, Qin Wanyi bit her lip, rolled her small eyes back and forth a few times, and spoke out directly.

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Hearing John's promise, Henry Strivis Morgan smiled faintly and closed his eyes. The last star among the four generations of the Morgan family had fallen.

The recent incident involving fantasy creatures battling mecha warriors was jointly scrubbed from the internet by this department in cooperation with the Sakura Country.

Lu Tianming had only a younger sister, as well as his parents; he had no brothers and very few relatives. Now, being able to gain an older brother made him extremely happy, so he called out without the slightest hesitation.

Through the livestream, they could feel an overwhelming sense of oppression. Even though it was targeted solely at the alien races, the livestream still projected the formidable spirit and morale of the Calamity Guild to the viewers.

A muffled cough broke the silence that had lingered for a long time. Lu Tianming looked up toward the source of the sound in the darkness, and a wave of joy instantly surged in his heart.

In the early morning, she slowly opened her eyes, only to realize that she had succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep. Leaning against the barrier and facing the other side, the morning lakeshore was shrouded in misty emerald waters and rolling white fog, making the entire Phoenix Mountain appear as though it were enveloped in thick, milky vapor.

This was the emblem of a guild. Possessing a guild insignia meant one was a member of an organized faction with backing; the guild would serve as a protective umbrella for its members, and likewise, members were expected to contribute their share to the guild's development.

It was evident that it was just a casual inquiry, devoid of much emotional scrutiny or pressing concern. Presumably, he was currently troubled by Jing Mo's affairs and had no spare energy to attend to her.

In addition, numerous plots of land had been cleared and turned into neatly arranged vegetable plots. These patches could serve as either vegetable gardens or medicinal herb plots. The weeds had been completely cleared away, but the soil was not yet truly ideal—it was rather hard, thick, and dry, making it poorly suited for growing vegetables.

"Great Elder, do we only need to complete a single reverse execution of the cultivation technique?" someone asked.

The heartbreaking, soul-shattering dramatic scenes, akin to having one's heart gouged out and bones scraped, had already been filmed in two consecutive takes that morning.

As the disdainful voice of the Tricolored Crane Luan faded, it shook its wings, and a burst of brilliant multicolored light erupted, manifesting countless vibrant feathers.

Therefore, he often deliberately provoked Fan Wu, urging her to unleash her strength and fight against others. Yet now, he was growing somewhat impatient; Fan Wu lacked the heart of a strong practitioner, lacking even a shred of competitive spirit, and knew only how to escape.

Her tender, slender fingers, white as scallions, suddenly elongated from their proper length. Fangs slowly grew between her slightly upturned, half-red lips, and as her red sleeves swished, they produced a sound like tearing silk, startling both Fan Wu and the village chief into turning their gazes toward her.

"Hand these three folding fans over to Qi Feng, and have him add some more materials to refine them further," Fan Wu instructed.

Once the house was all tidied up, Su Zi Mu looked at the abundance of leftovers and had the helping aunts each take home a generous portion of meat and dishes, even throwing in an extra two or three pounds of fresh meat to express her gratitude.

Wisps of blood-colored light drifted from the mark on the serpent monster's head, being drawn into the Taihao Bell and the Taihao Divine Seal. The ferocious and arrogant serpent monster seemed to have its soul sucked dry in an instant, its entire body's strength completely drained.

Hearing this, my head instantly swelled to twice its size. Whether the awakening of the Golden-Eyed Saint was due to a residual remnant of his mortal consciousness or because his physical body had turned into a corpse after all these years was still uncertain. Whether this would prove to be a blessing or a curse was truly hard to tell for now.