Chapter 66: Zhu Bajie Eats the Ginseng Fruit!

Then, in the dead of night, just as all the villagers were growing drowsy, an ominous aura finally began to descend. First, an eerie wind began to blow inside that room—an inexplicable, chilling wind that made everyone shudder simultaneously.

Accompanied by their joyful laughter, the two of them flew out over the skies of Italy and entered the airspace of the Mediterranean.

"If you are here to persuade me, you might as well shut your mouth," Luo Hongying cast a cold glance at him. The fierce hostility radiating from her body had not yet faded, and the chill in her eyes seemed capable of freezing a person solid on the spot.

This situation left Swordsman quite puzzled: where on earth should Crown Prince Six Dragons be right now?

At this moment, Lian Yuncheng walked out. His expression was clearly less than pleasant, but even so, he said indifferently, "Master Zhengyi, I wonder what your purpose is in coming to see me time and time again?"

Because Jin was simply too powerful, if Feng Lin could not defeat him, there was no need whatsoever to challenge the Emperor.

Zhou Mi tried taking a couple of steps and was pleasantly surprised to find that her foot indeed no longer hurt. Yet, a sense of lingering loss washed over her once more.

The golden token in Swordsman's hand was none of other than the one given to him by Yuan Tiangang, which granted him free access to the imperial palace.

For a flame to attain spiritual sentience and take human form—one can only imagine what kind of incredible fortune that requires. Now, the Flame Monarch wanted to devour him, which was clearly a move designed to leave him no path to survival.

After all, this was top-tier seasoning that Tang Seng had exchanged for using Journey to the West beans, paired with the meat of the sable-mouse that Bodhisattva Lingji had raised on many precious things for so long. Even someone who wasn't a foodie would likely turn into one.

Elder Su looked up at Ling Wuyue, raised an eyebrow, and smiled faintly, but did not directly answer Ling Wuyue's question. Instead, he told the two of them not to disturb him further, adding that they would naturally understand what was going on when the time came for the trip to the secret realm.

The black-clad captain was right above Qi Fei. Seeing that he was resorting to the same old Wind and Thunder Fist, a trace of disdain appeared at the corner of the captain's mouth. Black Qi surged around his arm and instantly coiled along his palm over the entire scimitar, instantly multiplying the power of the blade qi several times over.

Heavenly thunder rumbled and shook, dark clouds threatened rain, sea waves dashed against snow, and mountain rocks were on the verge of toppling. A long snake with black and white stripes plunged into the seabed, bound by heavy chains, unable to turn its fate around; a beam of white light streaked down into the mortal realm, bringing all sorts of destinies, inescapable for anyone.

The winds of family planning swept across the entire country in an instant, and family planning offices sprang up everywhere. Capable leaders were transferred to towns to take charge of family planning, and the relevant leadership even had a talk with Nengren, deciding to transfer him to work in the family planning office. If this endeavor succeeded, Nengren would have a vast space for upward development.

New Tang's nationality laws had not yet been fully liberalized, making it quite difficult to immigrate, but New Tang had always given preferential treatment to talents. Therefore, among the more than 60,000 people who had already obtained New Tang nationality, apart from a small number with special skills or those who had made special contributions to New Tang, the rest were all elites graduated from prestigious universities.

Hearing these words and noticing the slight change in Wu Daicheng's expression, I retorted, "You wouldn't happen to tell me that you knew nothing about old man Zhang's murder, would you?" I was suspicious before, but now it seemed Wu Daicheng's acting skills were truly extraordinary. He had managed to deceive Yan Guoshan for thirty years; probably no one could act better than him.

Little did they know that the actual production cost of a standard-tier helmet was only about 650 Tang yuan, meaning the Second World still enjoyed a profit margin of over tenfold.

If Granny Oran hadn't been advanced in years, she might have jumped straight up to check if Ting Shu had contracted some strange disease or high fever over the past three years to utter such absurd nonsense.

However, she didn't stop stuffing pastries into her mouth. After all, Lin Sirou was still a practitioner in the Qi Condensation stage and hadn't reached the point of living on mountain dew and air. She was quite hungry by now, and eating a few pastries to fill her stomach was just fine.

"Don't be in a rush. I'll go take a look at Lizhu's house first, and I'll take care of it as soon as I get back. Rest assured, it's broad daylight now, nothing will happen!" said Goddess Liu.

Hearing the way the two addressed each other as mother and son, Yun Yuan naturally guessed that Yun Qing had been accepted by his master's wife as an adopted son, and his joy was beyond measure.

"Like this..." Feng Suan frowned, putting on a troubled look. "Isn't this rather inappropriate?" Yet the eagerness and delight in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

Just as Bimo and the others were talking and laughing heartily, a voice of abuse suddenly came from outside the door.

Guan Xingyue was also dissatisfied with Li Qi's attitude—or to be precise, dissatisfied with Li Zhengying.

Yet now even his father had been arrested. If anything went amiss, no one could bear the responsibility.

"Wah." A mouthful of fresh blood gushed directly from Galai's mouth. Pausing for a split second, he swung both fists fiercely, smashing the cockpit apart from behind, along with the pilot inside.

He should have gone to the diagnosis department office on the third floor, but he had already gone up to the fifth floor. The fifth floor was the customer records room, where there were hardly any people.

If it were a rainy day, you might just find that young boy by the roadside where there were slugs.

"I'll go with you. Qiuhua, you guys wait here for our news first. It's time to let them reacquaint themselves with our Baoyuan Sect," Lu Shaoli said.

"The director suggests that you temporarily leave the planet Helm. If your injuries heal, he hopes you can come to Costa to help out," Lane, acting as the substitute, conveyed Director's request to Galai.

Palace Master Qing hesitated, unsure how to reply. Palace Master Ming gave a dry laugh and said, "To be honest, the bed of Princess Xianghun is surrounded by the remnant souls of Empress Dugu, and we cannot get in." Leng Yue said coldly, "So you want to use us."