Volume 1, Chapter 52: Who on earth is little June's father?

Without dwelling on it further, Long Daoling asked the ghost if he was willing to stay by his side. Taken aback and not knowing what to do, the ghost could only agree.

The Phantasm Ghost smiled knowingly and said, "Let's find him. That fellow is quite formidable, too. What do you guys think?" Hearing this, the other two ghosts immediately knew whom she was referring to. But with no other options left at present, they simply nodded.

After all, what she wanted was simply for him to eventually help her escape from the imperial clan—to leave this place that had subjected her to endless torment. With a matter so simple and clear, what more needed to be said?

Perhaps it was because of things like private airfields and thoroughbred horses—luxuries that ordinary people in Europe could dream of but never truly possess—that when the airplane soared into the skies above the Eagle's Nest, it stirred within her an attachment she found difficult to sever.

All her worries and anxieties were written plainly across her face, and she desperately wished she could rush immediately to Lin Anqi's side just to make sure she was safe.

This remark was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Xi Jingpeng threw a punch at Luo Yichen. Dodging the blow, Luo Yichen reached out and grabbed Xi Jingpeng, seizing his arm from behind and pinning his shoulders. No matter how much Xi Jingpeng struggled, he remained completely immobilized.

Although the Glazed Ghost felt deeply resentful, she was now a captive of others, and could only cast a look of resolute defiance. Seeing their expressions, Long Daoling knew that subduing them would require some effort, especially this Glazed Ghost right before him.

"Uh... no, it's not like that." Instantly sensing the intense, killing gaze emanating from Zhang Haiming, the Nightmare Ant Queen felt a sudden chill in her heart. Believing that he intended to strike her dead on the spot, she hurriedly shook her head and vehemently denied it.

The ancient sacred scriptures passed down by these major immortal sects served as the crucial key to breaking through the True Immortal and even Heavenly Immortal realms to achieve the status of a Profound Immortal.

Yet despite this, he still had no desire to leave. In his eyes, the stringless bow and arrow were already more than enough.

Faintly, he recognized the man as the same fellow who had failed to escape in the old Ford last time—one of Black Five's henchmen.

"Do you really think that by marrying Su Jinli, Mingrui will be able to obtain military power? What a pipe dream!" Imperial Noble Consort Su cast a disdainful glance at Chunyan.

Song Zheyi said no more, cupped his fists in a farewell salute to Li Tan, and turned to leave. His demeanor was steady and his actions crisp and decisive—he was truly a person worthy of trust and reliance.

Heng Yanlin spoke with utmost ease, not caring in the least about what these people had been saying.

Odin and the others were not entirely unaware of it; previously, they had merely treated it as a joke. But now, it did not seem quite so funny anymore.

This left Heng Yanlin somewhat puzzled, as he had originally expected these fellows to still be around.

Although lacking the intense pressure of professional tournaments, Kong Yixian's match was by no means easy. Her opponent was professionally trained and clearly much better adapted to such competitions, yet committed a crucial error on the second-to-last arrow.

At noon, I wanted to go out and buy a salty oil pancake to eat. Since it already had a savory flavor, I wouldn't need any side dishes. Besides, at fifty cents each, it was the cheapest option available.

Chang Yi devoted most of his time to preparing for the competition. A commercial tournament required the collaborative efforts of many partners, and while Chang Yi was not adept at dealing with such people, he had to learn through navigating the various parties for the sake of the event.

"Just a little further ahead lies the entrance to the Endless Blood Sea," Shahua pointed to a dried-up riverbed ahead and said.

According to regulations, troop movements of this scale at night required advance notification to ensure smooth passage. Seeing them suddenly appear, Huo Zhen was greatly startled, suspecting some kind of military mutiny, and hurriedly ordered his men to follow him in a frantic pursuit.

"What's wrong? Are you trying to play the ghost?" The fat man chattered on, wanting to say more, but Mu Xichen covered his mouth with one hand and made a silencing gesture. The fat man obediently complied; though he didn't understand what Mu Xichen was up to, seeing such a serious expression made him stop fooling around.

In the distance, parked beneath the wall outside the factory gates, was a black Buick. Taking a careful look at the license plate on the rear, he confirmed it was indeed Big Brother Kunpeng's car.

When Tang Feng's gaze swept over one of the mercenaries, the man could no longer contain his nervousness and blurted out.

Shanshan looked at Mulan and saw that her pretty face was somewhat pale and haggard, having grown much thinner. Her eyes carried a hint of entreaty and grievance, which inevitably softened her heart, prompting her to signal the others to leave.

Yet when I looked at the map again, I discovered a problem: the three words from earlier had actually transformed into an entire map, and what it recorded was precisely the path leading to the Western Divine Realm.

As a son, however, he sometimes had to go against his own wishes to carry out certain tasks for Royer. Because those matters required someone he could trust and were often unmentionable, Royer did not feel safe entrusting them to others.

Looking across the way, about twenty-odd people were nearly all summoning their weapons. It seemed everyone was warming up for battle. Since that was the case, the eccentric old man and I would just have to go on a killing spree.

Aunt Zhu looked at her barely touched meal, then swept her gaze over the still-piled dishes on the table that had hardly been touched by chopsticks, feeling both surprised and somewhat reluctant to accept it.

A barbarian was in a state of hysteria; judging by his expression, he seemed deeply regretful that he had not left along with Barnidy and the others.

A massive beam of light swept across a wide area, striking the projection of the Chaotic Dragon. Ling'er pointed her finger, concentrating the Fairy's Hand to its absolute limit into a brilliantly sharp finger-sword with explosive piercing power. It directly punctured the dragon claw that the Chaotic Dragon projection had raised in defense.

Yet if she chose Li Xi, would she have to break Lou Yue's heart all over again, five years later—how could she bear to do it?

After testing it, Chen Feng found that ordinary secret techniques used against A Zhu were completely unable to pierce the protective shield generated by the Mountain Pearl. With this pearl, even when facing a Secret Master, A Zhu had a trump card to ensure her survival.

The two went to the alchemy room, while Chen Feng quickly slipped away toward the "Cold Chamber." As for the beast chamber, he dared not test his luck there; it was better to let the other six go first and test the waters.

Her voice turned seductive in an instant, and amidst the hazy atmosphere, an impulse arose deep within Amber's heart to agree to the other party's demand.

Qian Fanchen seamlessly summoned the Iron Wood Pear Blossom Tree, using it to continuously replenish his spiritual energy.

Chen Feng flicked a fireball into the deep pit and discovered that inside lay several of the spherical objects he had seen earlier. Could it be that the entire Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Spring had been swallowed by these spheres?

At that moment, she was sprawled at the edge of the bridge, her hair disheveled, arms twisted backward, and body completely motionless. I placed the fat man's corpse on the ground and turned Murshasha's body over so she was facing upward.