Chapter 53: What Good Can Scum and Ruffians Ever Do?

Lin Xiaobing smiled, a trace of sorrow gleaming in her eyes. "The child's father is no longer with us. Please, could you spare me from bringing up such painful memories?"

Hearing this, Xiang Nan turned his head sluggishly, raised his arm listlessly, and waved a mechanical goodbye to his older brother.

Immediately afterward, a new worry gripped him: what if someone were to step on these scattered shards on the floor and cut their feet?

Upon returning to Bear Mountain, Shi Qingfeng noticed a scratch on Tong Wuji's face. Moreover, it didn't look like it had been left by a human hand.

The Profound Yin Ghost King seemed to have anticipated long ago that Long Hao would appear in the Purgatory, which was why he had kept Zhou Fan at the peak of his condition and refrained from involving him in this war. However, because their strategic layout had been disrupted by Mo Bai in a manner akin to using cheats, relying solely on the power of space made it exceedingly difficult to deal with Long Hao.

Gradually, the sound of a lark-like voice drifted down the corridor, coming closer from afar. A smile slowly crept onto the man's face, and he rose to walk toward the door. His slightly plump body almost stumbled and fell to the floor due to his overly eager steps.

After a night of heavy drinking, a splitting headache suddenly struck. Yet, speaking of which, Ji Yueming could be considered a conscientious and warm-hearted man; he had settled me and Shangguan Rou comfortably in the bedroom while sleeping on the couch himself, and had prepared hangover soup and breakfast early in the morning.

Ji Xunyang lay in the hospital bed, his complexion pale and his lips devoid of color, quite different from their usual peach-pink hue, making him look deeply pitiable.

However, why does this dragon pattern look so similar to the one on my wooden hairpin? And this Grand Emperor looks exceptionally familiar—isn't he the old grandfather who sold me the wooden hairpin? How is it that you have suddenly transformed into the Grand Emperor?

Heaven tasted as sweet as nectar to him. He gently rested his chin upon that soft, fragrant hair, a gentle smile hanging on his face.

"My name is Yuan Yuan, and I am also a student at Star Crown Academy. I haven't seen you around before, though. Young Master Ji Kai, you'd better stay out of this matter. I thank you for your kindness, but I will be fine." Unwilling to say anything more, Yuan Yuan urged Long Ling to leave quickly.

Several of them burst into laughter. Xie Feng felt a surge of joy inside, knowing the matter was settled, and let out a secret sigh of relief. What made him even happier was that the sect master finally pulled out another black token and handed it to him. The character "Military" was inscribed upon it—undoubtedly a token capable of mobilizing the manpower of the Pill Sect.

The cultivators of the Crimson Greed Sect bowed in extremely respectful salutes upon seeing the three of them, yet none dared to step forward rashly to beg Zhao Yishan to take them in as disciples.

However, neither the Dragon-Tiger Hall, the Xiao family, nor the Shangguan family engaged in any conflict today. As if nothing had happened at all, they entered the Fulong Auction venue as usual.

They truly had not expected that at the slightest disagreement, Ye Feng intended to slaughter every single commander of the radical faction.

Then, Jiang Yun was tossed back to Cheng Siyi's side like a piece of trash, his hair blown completely on end.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yang called out to Wu Chai, soared into the air, and the two of them simultaneously plunged into the billowing ashes.

In the first-floor lobby of the villa lay a long table displaying numerous rifles, submachine guns, and machine guns of various styles and performances. Rus stood quietly there, skillfully and methodically disassembling most of them, inspecting the components, oiling, and maintaining them with movements that possessed a certain artistic grace.

Upon hearing of this, Hai Huadong immediately grew tense as well. Believing that Ye Feng was indeed up to something monumental, he promptly dispatched a team to thoroughly blockade the camp in Xinan City.

As for those powerhouses of the Heavenly Canopy, virtually all of them were already dead, leaving merely a sparse dozen or so whom there was no need to consider.