Volume 1, Chapter 59: Dinner, Return to the Village!

The place Liu Yiyan chose was a small bungalow tucked away in a narrow alley, an unlicensed little eatery.

Xu Mo had no particular demands regarding food; whatever Liu Yiyan ordered, he would eat.

It was only after Jiang Nan's hands struck the trunk of the large tree with a crisp sound that some people finally snapped back to reality.

Ultimately, it stopped completely at a distance of four feet, unable to advance even a single fraction of an inch. Even with the dual reinforcement of his own holy power and the Severed Serpent Sword, forward movement remained impossible.

Liu Chengfeng stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "Last night, Denzel of the Blood Wolf Hall invited my personal captain, Hu Zhen, to his home as a guest. Upon getting wind of this, Su Yu rushed over and killed everyone present at the time."

"Brother Zhiyuan, thank you. You are so strong." At this moment, Zhang Yumeng was filled with both admiration and gratitude. She lowered her head shyly, and this casual lowering of her head was brimming with infinite shyness.

"Well, well, Brother Zheng, look at that radiant face of yours. You must have had a good time last night." The moment Qin Zheng walked out, Chen Lang greeted him with a smile so lewd it defied description.

Originally, he had no need to descend to the lower realm. He only needed to quietly pilfer the fortune of the lower realm, and with a little time, he would have gathered enough fortune to offer as a tribute to that great lord.

After all, Jian Yunong had abandoned Mei Hanqing back then, so how could he possibly harbor any favorable impressions of him?

The middle-aged man wore a cold expression. Shirtless and rather lean, he had a "tiger climbing a mountain" tattooed on his shoulder.

He had no special research into traditional Chinese medicine, but based on the prescription list, he could still analyze and deduce a few things.

"A wife? Is it like the relationship between Mother, Aunties, and Father?" Zhao Yi thought for a moment and suddenly asked.

Those foreign engineers seemed oblivious to the attitude of Fu Yunze and the others, still cheerfully saying "hello" every time they met, acting like they were old friends. Their casual demeanor left Fu Yunze and the others completely helpless.

He rushed directly into the room and locked the door behind him, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Goodness gracious! When it truly came to a critical juncture, he simply couldn't shed his pride, and besides, he wasn't mentally prepared for anything actually happening with Tian Ni. With so many chaotic matters demanding his attention lately, how could he possibly have the time to consider such things?

Didiweit leaned powerlessly on his frosted-gold battle saber, gritting his teeth as he braced himself for this massive impact. In his heart, he knew that this time, it was impossible to be lucky enough to escape the favor of the Grim Reaper once again.

At that moment, however, the doors of the remaining cars parked along the roadside opened, and about twenty middle-aged men, all dressed in identical business suits, stepped out.

Therefore, tempting though stock trading might be, considering the "special nature" of the Cornucopia, Hang Yu firmly dismissed the thought.

Looking at the final ten monsters standing before him, he saw that they were each terrifyingly ferocious, adorned with bone spurs and fangs, and exceptionally tall—standing around three meters each, forcing Wang Hao to look up at them.

Yet this was also quite normal, because his initial strike had landed squarely on Li Yunfeng's back, instantly obliterating all traces of Li Yunfeng's vitality.

Beneath the tree lay a pitch-black bug with two wings, its body already sliced in half. The aura of life had not yet completely dissipated, and the severed halves were still struggling.

To wipe out everyone with a single hand—regardless of whether Chen Xi was boasting, the sheer courage to utter such words without the slightest fear in front of a gathering of top-tier experts was something ordinary people could never match.

Although Qingshuang tossed and turned restlessly that night, it was not because of the Emperor. Since ancient times, the boundless affection of a sovereign was decreed by the heavens. Even though Qingshuang had already secretly resolved in her heart that the Emperor was her destined lifelong companion, he was the Supreme Ruler above ten thousand. Amidst his countless romantic escapades with beauties all around, how could he possibly lavish his affections on a single solitary flower?