Chapter 63: Jealousy Drives One to Madness

Lin Xiaoxiao's sudden intrusion startled everyone present.
The smile vanished from Father Qin's face instantly. He frowned at him with a stern expression and barked angrily, "Who do you think you are talking to? Where are your manners?"
Chided thus by his father, Lin Xiaoxiao realized he had apparently spoken out of turn. He hurriedly lowered his eyelids and mumbled a soft response...

The black-haired youth, preparing to strike down Alucard, saw thousands of zombie soldiers charging down alongside the artillery shells. His expression turned ice cold as he let out a low shout. A pitch-black oppressive aura erupted, instantly obliterating the charging zombie soldiers one by one.

On the screen, "Sinclair's" voice echoed through the loudspeaker across the entire entertainment plaza. Gradually, the expressions of more and more people began to shift with emotion.

Seeing this, Yang Lin wasted no time. He formed another hand seal to re-establish a connection with the parasitic yuan-worm inside her.

If the Tang family were considered the martial generals and decorated heroes of Great Qian, then Tang Guiyao was the ultimate pillar safeguarding the nation today—a living myth who had single-handedly ushered in an unprecedented era of glory for Great Qian.

Tu Shan Jing suddenly felt her scalp tingle and a wave of chilling nausea wash over her, making her gag right on the spot.

A pause flickered across Xiaochu's face as her almond-shaped eyes glared at him, trying to discern whether his words were true or false.

I had never traveled down that road before, so I had no idea where I could turn for help. I could only pray that the car would run out of gas or suddenly suffer a blowout, granting me a sliver of a chance at survival.

Yet without exception, the eyes of all three burned with intense fervor, like the yearning and anticipation of someone gazing upon a single ray of light in the depths of an abyss.

Upon hearing the title of Master of Records, the chieftain of the fortified village instinctively prepared to agree. The Master of Records was one of the three chief administrative officials in the county, second only to the county magistrate and the county commandant.

For a good-for-nothing to suddenly awaken a heaven-defying constitution—heaven knows how many people would start eyeing him with covetous intentions.

A single teardrop bypassed her cheek entirely and smashed straight onto the floor, making a faint, crisp sound.

Seeing the Emperor adopt such a posture, Cheng Leer covered her mouth with her hand and let out a bright laugh. Her pretty face flushed red instantly as she immediately looped her arm through Yuan Xu's, resting her delicate head gently against his shoulder.

Earlier, he had scooped a flowerpot of black soil from the Scroll of Mountains and Rivers, specifically to grow a tomato plant. The results were heartening; the black soil was clearly exceptionally nutrient-rich, producing fruit that was sweet and delicious. Compared to his experimental specimen, ordinary tomatoes were absolute dogshit.

In truth, his heart felt a little sorrowful, because he genuinely liked Biyun. Rather than calling her sister-in-law, he preferred to address her as Sister Biyun.

As the saying goes, rich fertility should not be allowed to flow into outsiders' fields; a genius like Ji Qing could never be married off to an external family—she had to be reserved internally.

"Does it have anything to do with us? Do you really expect to help them and go looking for Chen Yang? Besides, on what grounds can we go looking for Chen Yang right now?" Lin Yuexi walked out.

Back then, he even claimed my body possessed some sort of trait, and then praised it repeatedly. Judging by that burning gaze of his, could it be that I possess some divine physique, or am a rare cultivation prodigy the likes of which heaven and earth have never seen?

With those words, he exerted more force with his hands. Li Qingze's neck was constricted even tighter, his face turning the color of a pig's liver. One of his hands frantically slapped at Pi Yangshou's wrist, signaling him to let go.

A sudden ache gripped her nose as Chen Yang fought back the tears welling in his eyes. Those around him could sense a fierce, intense killing intent emanating from this man, making even the air feel heavy and stifling—as if the strike of a match would set the very air ablaze.

"Ying Lu has discovered that the Demon Child has been born. He is the son of Hua Qingtong and the Son of the Dark Heaven. We must eliminate him before he matures," Ying Lu said with a solemn expression.

If not for the faint sound of breathing, Mu Bei would have thought Li Zhengting on the other end of the phone had suddenly dropped dead.

Wu Yan's gaze flickered. She remained silent, staring at the familiar brows and eyes nestled in her arms, her lips pressed tightly together.