Chapter 63: If You Don't Believe Me, Your Entire Family Can Give It a Try!

Whenever Ren Ji was in high spirits, his relationship with Yun Yang would undoubtedly be smooth sailing. Conversely, the same held true.

At this moment, caught off guard by this sudden question, Jiufei truly had not figured out how to respond.

Bai Yi casually clapped his hands and stood up, casting a faint smile at the two figures not far away.

At the summit of Liuyun Mountain, the ancestral territory of the Liu family, lay two mu of lower-grade tier-two spiritual fields and ten mu of upper-grade tier-one spiritual fields. Cultivated within them were several valuable tier-two spiritual plants alongside nearly a hundred middle and upper-grade tier-one spiritual plants.

The more Daoist Mingjing thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Unconsciously, he slumped onto the ground like throwing a tantrum, tears and snot streaming down his face as he wailed loudly.

Seeing Zhao Zhen still lying motionless on the ground, Ye Pei stood up, assuming he had taken a severe fall, and hurriedly put down the brocade box to help him up.

The purpose of these training institutions was to search for individuals gifted in the arts among students, nurturing them through secret techniques to transform them into true artists.

Previously, Zhao Zhen had constantly tried to suppress his affection for Ye Pei. However, ever since the Lantern Festival, their relationship had rapidly escalated, and he found himself constantly yearning to see her. Zhao Zhen would frequently lose his focus while reviewing memorials, and often daydreamed during the Grand Tutor's lectures.

By now, the Wang family of Changlin already possessed a tier-two array master within the Azure Cloud Sect. Aided by him, the Wang family no longer needed to participate in the Lingyun Auction to bid for Foundation Establishment Pills.

"Yes, it's Zhu Silong, the president of the Second People's Hospital. He is the one who made me do all of this, and he instructed me to say every single word. Those two children are his and mine as well." Liu Biqiang loosened her trembling grip on the iron bars, collapsed onto the chair behind her, and sobbed bitterly.

Far away in the Upper Realm, Yun Hao seemed to hear this soft whisper at that very moment, a subtle and ambiguous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The superpower warriors behind him were hardly oblivious to the situation; they were men capable of assessing the circumstances. Within this fleeting single second, they already recognized this as a signal for reinforcement.

Ling Tian also chatted idly with Yang Kai, Lin Tianyu, and the others, intending to have them join Dongfang Sheng's subordinates. After all, Dongfang Sheng had led them back in the day, forging a deep unspoken rapport and flawless coordination among them.

This heart-wrenching sensation was perhaps what poets referred to as "worlds apart while close at hand."

In a peace zone with strict firearm regulations, only high-tech methods resembling cold weapons could be wielded at will, yet this privilege remained strictly confined to prominent families, entirely out of reach for ordinary citizens.

What startled Su Chen the most was that Qingling's skin was as smooth and flawless as mutton-fat jade. A cascade of dark hair rested gently behind her shoulders, with a few strands casually scattered across her chest. Upon closer inspection, despite her tender age, Qingling was already showing the early signs of a budding figure.

Daoist Yuhe conjured the Gate of Metahistoria, releasing two rays of creation light that immobilized the incoming black light and the luminous pearl.

Everyone, including Cheng Siyu, was completely bewildered by Yun Hao's sudden and uninhibited action. How could he be so flagrant and reckless?

The bald, burly man was fraught with doubt and anxiety. When the coffin lid swung completely open, the main hall was suddenly suffused with ghostly yin energy, causing his expression to change drastically as he involuntarily muttered in a low voice.

"I'll go with you," Lin Yixuan proposed. She had no intention of missing any opportunity to spend time alone with Ye Xiu, allowing them to interact and understand each other better.

Unlike the Battle of Midway, the Guadalcanal Campaign lasted for half a year and consisted primarily of a war of attrition and a seesaw battle. Consequently, it lacked the immediate peril of the Battle of Midway.

However, when hit by the Thunderbolt, it failed to trigger any special status effect, leaving the creature to absorb the full, unmitigated power of the lightning.

Although this round of shelling lasted only a few dozen seconds, that black saxophone had already reached the end of its rope. Thus, when the smoke cleared, the creature was left sprawled on the ground, completely immobile.

A Mercedes-Benz was making a right turn at about twenty miles per hour, while an elderly woman riding a bicycle was turning left from the roadside.

He tossed out another pair of Yin-Yang dual lightning bolts, and before long, those demonic armors were completely incinerated within the pill flames.

Yang Jiang had certainly done a wonderful deed this time. Although a yaksha's severed arm could regenerate, the creature would still suffer a severe vitality loss and be forced to lie low for a good few years.

"What worries me right now is Fatty Ma. That fellow... his ability is just too revolting." Zhu Zi'an grew irritated the moment he brought this up; he knew his wife must have been pried upon because she had sensed it, even though she didn't understand what had happened at the time.

Meeting Ziyi's gaze and recalling her bizarre advertisements from earlier, Yun Mengluo instantly swallowed back every word she had intended to say.

Thomas had not encountered the Grand Fleet, but that was hardly a major issue, for by the time the European fleet departed from Madras, the Grand Fleet had already arrived at the theater of war.

The final round of farewells fell to Nathan's family and Zoe. Sheriff Wofford praised Nathan's barbecuing skills, though he hadn't expected to lose his shirt in a game of Texas Hold'em today.

Wang Rongyu grew excessively emotional, clutching Zhu Yijun's sleeve and blurting out words she would never have uttered while fully conscious, before finally rolling her eyes and fainting dead away.

"Feng Sha, why did you take those ledgers of destined affinities?" I had wholeheartedly tried to help her break away from the Divine Martial Palace, but the outcome left me deeply disappointed.

"Pfft!" Waming spat a mouthful of blood right onto his face. "They swore allegiance to me as their king simply because you're too damn ugly! Hahaha!" With that bold declaration, the heroic Waming wrenched himself free from the arrow, leaving a gaping wound on his chest that gushed with blood.

He Ninglan belonged to the type of person as tranquil as still water; aloof most of the time, she was a rare sight when smiling.

Standing downstairs waiting for Qin Qi, Shang Hou and Zhuge Fengyang saw Qin Qi descend. Without a word, they simply fell in step behind him and walked outside.

"This king shall say this one last time: do not force my hand, or even if those three old monsters from your three families emerge, they will not be able to stop me!" the aged ape declared with a chilling voice.