Chapter 42 It Must Be the Step-Mother

Lin Feng was even more baffled, completely at a loss. Where on earth was this singing coming from? If anything, all he could hear were the roars of beasts and the calls of birds deep in the forest.

A familiar yet distant song, spanning twenty years of time, drifted softly into his ears.

With a gentle, soothing tone, it narrated tales of spring flowers, summer breezes, autumn moons, and winter snows. It sang of tender buds on branch tips, of croaking frogs and buzzing cicadas, of lotus seedpods in the pond, of rice paddies rolling like golden waves, and of curling wisps of kitchen smoke rising beside flowing streams.

Lu Mingze paused, freezing in his tracks. A moment later, however, he resumed his movement, fleeing headlong without ever looking back.

And the reason he fell in love with Ran Qiuye at first sight ultimately boiled down to the fact that her status as a city resident played a decisive role.

Among the remaining six enforcement disciples, there were no longer any hidden experts. Locked in battles where they were essentially fighting two against one, they continuously suffered injuries and let out miserable screams.

With a face full of caution and a piercing gaze, he scanned his surroundings to see if anyone was trailing him, leaving not a trace of his previous drunken demeanor.

Currently, the Blazing Spear was primarily manifested as fire, while the Yin Ghost Blade, in the hands of the Unyielding Skeleton, was manifested as black yin Qi.

Once a world-class major power like China made a major decision, it would impact the livelihoods and destinies of at least hundreds of millions of people nationwide, or potentially billions globally.

For instance, there was a chubby girl who used to play with her own big snot bubbles all the time back in school. Somehow, she had now transformed into having a devilishly gorgeous figure.

He radiated a scorching aura, causing the surrounding temperature to soar abruptly. Even his eyebrows turned crimson, making him look like a burning torch.

For example, Zhou You figured that they would sooner or later face the predicament of a power outage. Yet, given modern human living habits, living without electricity was utterly out of the question, so he desperately wanted to acquire a gasoline generator as a backup.

Compared to the absurdity outside, this place appeared exceptionally serene, carrying quite a bit of the artistic conception of a white lotus rising untainted from the mud, a pure sanctuary amidst the mortal world.

Shen Luoyan was taken aback. Turning her head, a familiar figure came into view, filling her with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"This young master never jokes! Plum Blossom, escort your eldest sister back!" Long Linfei finished speaking in one breath and turned on his heel to leave, as though lingering here for even another second would be a form of torture to him.

Calculated this way, whenever they organized similar events, they ended up suffering losses after losses. Not only were the results insignificant, but it might even alleviate the pressure of losses for Xinda Electrical Appliances.

The Mercedes-Benz S-Class driven by Zhang Xiao slowly came to a halt at the entrance of the Ritz Hotel, revealing its luxurious body.

Hearing that Pan Jie had chosen to endure ten years of guarding the Go board in order to temper his state of mind, everyone's evaluation of him could not help but rise significantly.

Going to America meant the more money the better. Ding Yi intended to temporarily divert Wang Lan's funds and then have the Weather Vane channel them back into the sales company through the clothing business.

Pulls back the bed curtains slowly, seeing Lin Lei lying there with his eyes closed and a slight frown, Xie Nuan smiled softly.

Because while the surrounding aristocratic youths were all whispering among themselves, believing that Lin Qian had struck good fortune this time and would easily sail through this round, He Zhi noticed a most indescribable smile appear on the face of the Dustless Old Daoist.

"Please enlighten me, Grandfather, on how I can save the Han family!" Young Master Han was thoroughly submissive; his grandfather's shrewdness was far beyond what he could ever imagine.

Long Xiaoetian's figure seemed to vanish along with the strike of that whip, dissolving into its momentum, only to recondense and appear a short distance away.

"I think I know the opponent's tactical intent now; it's different from what we anticipated," Chen said to Atkinson as he looked at the arena, seeming to have suddenly realized something.

"Such a huge peach tree, and it only bore two peaches?" Han Xuesen looked up and down, astonished to find that the towering, mysterious peach tree actually bore only two peaches.

Upon meeting Old Madam Ye, she inevitably resorted to the same routine as last time, speaking until Old Madam Ye was also left in tears and gave her consent, at which point she finally stopped.

Before long, the exploration team followed Eileen Phil's guidance and arrived near the entrance of the labyrinthine seal. Compared to the journey, it appeared even more still and silent. Not a single sound could be heard in the surroundings, and the withered, blackened tree trunks vanished into the distant horizon, leaving behind only a worthless expanse of land covered in chalky sand.