Chapter 63

The diners in the restaurant were also dumbfounded. In this village, only Li Bai and Su Dongpo had the privilege of tasting meals prepared by the God of Cookery. Therefore, hearing Li Bai evaluate this young man so highly, everyone found it somewhat unbelievable.

Lady Wang’s expression shifted rapidly. Could it be that Lady Jia had requested the imperial grace through Yuanchun, and that the so-called consultation with her was entirely insincere, as she had already planned everything in advance?

"Uremia?" Zhuang Tianxiong felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His head roared, and the world spun as he collapsed back onto the hospital bed.

"You are a textbook example of concealing an illness out of fear of treatment. I kindly offered you a warning, and not only do you show no appreciation, but you also speak with such insolence. It truly proves the old saying: a doctor does not knock on uninvited doors. Fine, go ahead and die then, it’s not my son anyway." After saying this, Mu Chendong turned around and feigned an intention to leave.

This is terrible, he can't even process human speech clearly anymore. Looking at Lily, who was beginning to show signs of darkening right before his eyes, Kida felt a sense of sorrow.

Immediately, he moved his hands, his right hand suddenly forming an incantation seal, and before he knew it, he had entered Dongfang Yu’s immortal cave.

Looking at these countless floating corpses vivid in his memory, Tang Ming felt nothing but anger, overwhelming anger.

Gui Yuan lowered his head to look at his bleeding chest with a bewildered expression. He had kept his guard up against Wang Fan behind him at all times, yet he still failed to escape.

The alcoholic aroma was exceptionally potent, and Chu Tian could actually see this vaporous aroma surging toward him like an invisible hand, ultimately entering his body.

However, halfway there, an uninvited guest interrupted the conversation between Chen Teng and Huofeng. With an overbearing and arrogant demeanor, he grabbed Huofeng’s right wrist and loudly interrogated her.

Jun Muchan had already sent people to look for Xing Ye and Bai Ze. He had also stepped away briefly for a moment just now, leaving her here to wait for his return.

Never had they expected to run into each other again after leaving for just a few hours. Wu Zheng and Han Lei wore expressions of utter astonishment and helplessness.

After chatting for a bit, Su Qingcen shifted topics and, as if adopting a different persona, began asking Meng Fan questions. She was still quite curious about how that world record had come to be.

"You lot have caught the attention of the yellow weasels." The middle-aged man in the neighboring bed let out a sharp exclamation.

Besides, no matter how much one asked, there was no guarantee of getting an answer—it would be wiser to figure out how to dismiss him instead.

Tianchuan was somewhat uncertain about the delivery method for fish and shrimp. He did not know whether it would be better to deliver them chilled after slaughtering or to transport live fish directly to the capital. Since fish and shrimp differed from meat, their fresh and lively texture mattered immensely, yet this introduced significant complications to the logistics.

With several senior elders present in the vicinity, disciples of formidable strength did not dare to act presumptuously toward ordinary disciples. In truth, the atmosphere within the First Martial Alliance was rather commendable; phenomena of sycophancy and flattery were exceedingly rare. This was not due to inherent moral purity, but rather because such behavior yielded no tangible benefits.

The staff sealing off the cemetery switched on xenon lamps suspended from concrete pillars, illuminating the surrounding area brilliantly.

He never paid attention to such things. In this lifetime, the movies he had watched could be counted on one hand; he was unwilling to waste his time on such trivialities.

White God and Black God flickered with joy. So this fellow was not an ancient demon with formidable spiritual power. Ancient demons, much like blood-kin, possessed their respective strengths and weaknesses. For instance, the Pope of the Holy See was an ancient demon adept in spiritual power, whereas the one before them clearly was not.

Consequently, a massive influx of traffic surged into the Grasshoppers' official website, as everyone wanted to learn more about Kisa. The only information currently available online was that Kisa had previously played in the Hong Kong First Division League.

They rode motorcycles, scaling mountains and leaping across ridges, soaring into the air while executing mid-air flips with their bikes, looking immensely cool.

He immediately leaped off Leander's shoulder, ran over to a dismembered corpse, searched about on all sides, and amidst the thick stench of blood, tried to capture that trace of a peculiar scent.

With the nurse's assistance, the mother endured her grief to dress Lin Yun in his burial garments, after which the attendants transported his body into the hearse.

He might be too weak, too frail to stand and unstable. Yet Xu Yan rarely brought people along, especially men. Don't tell me Xu Yan has a penchant for such weaklings.

"Brother Mu, over at Zhan's side, three consecutive slashes." Du Ziwan shouted to Mu Chen'an, pointing toward a direction on the flank.

However, this method was rather generalized, simply mentioning how to perform breathing exercises and refine Qi, while remaining silent on what kind of situations one might encounter at various realms or how to respond to them.

For over two decades, the concepts in Li Yi's mind and everything he had firmly believed in suffered violent shocks. He interrogated himself repeatedly whether he would one day become one of those who failed to regard their own kind as fellow human beings.

His body felt significantly heavier and utterly devoid of strength. Before traveling through time and space, Yaoye had undergone rigorous training for this mission; he was an elite who had stood out through layers of selection.

If it were a matter of grave seriousness, he certainly wouldn't look like this. Wang San's appearance actually helped alleviate his tension. He pondered carefully once more on the meaning of "establishing one's own stronghold to stand firm."

Amidst such excruciating pain worse than death, a single will usurped his consciousness, manipulating his physical form. His hand seals shifted rapidly, and he silently entered the teleportation hall guarded by layers of formidable arrays.

Lan Fei'er was not afraid in the least. This resort was opened by an acquaintance of hers, and the security was exceptionally tight; no one dared to cause trouble here.

Naturally, everyone remained somewhat skeptical of Mu's explanation. However, since no one else could formulate a better rationale, they had no choice but to attribute the root cause to his arboreal nature.

"Phew!" Emerging from the storefront, Zheng Jian first stretched lazily, then let out a languid yawn.

There is no future between a video game player and a game character, especially since Yale already had someone he cherished.