Volume One, Chapter 93: The Groundbreaking Ceremony

“What's wrong with me?” Na Yan Zhenna set Huang Yu aside and sat down on the ground; wherever Huang Qiang was, it was usually a safe place.

With a casual flick, Yun Qingxue tossed the pouch into her storage bracelet and fixed her gaze on the pool.

That wicked man was flushed scarlet at this moment. He wanted to let go and turn away, yet his feet seemed rooted by a thousand pounds of weight; he could not move at all.

Tong Zhuoxin seemed to see what Mei Yixuan was thinking and said with reassurance, “Don’t worry. Those two only act like this at home. Once they step outside, they’ll be a different pair of people.” With that, he went out.

Everyone in the living room seemed to have thought of it, but none of them dared say it aloud. So they all pretended not to notice, yet Elder Zheng really got along well with the three children, and the living room soon grew lively, replacing its former gloom.

“A force of one jun?” Huang Yu blurted. He had never tested his own strength before. Looking at it now, he estimated that even if a mystical weapon were placed there, he still could not destroy it with all his might.

“So that’s how it is.” Yun Qingxue gave a faint smile, neither overly warm nor too distant.

At this, Yun Ye let out another long sigh and said bleakly, “When you were born that year, Snow-Morning and I discovered something amiss at once.

Then Xi Lianna suddenly used her last remaining strength to raise a hand and press it against Yao’s body, sending her magical power into him.

Old General Han had never been a man of many words, yet today he spoke at such length, naturally out of frustration with the Han family, and of course with a touch of heartache for Situ Jiao. More likely, he was also buying time, simply so that Situ Jiao could keep him company a little longer, while allowing her to enjoy a few moments of ease and comfort.

Once this thought arose, Chen Guangjie grew more and more uneasy. So he used the excuse of going to the restroom and called the mayor.

There was a private bathroom in Chen Guangjie’s office, so he did not need to go far.

Wang Feng was deeply envious that Thor could summon such a vast mass of dark clouds and thunder, because if Wang Feng exerted himself, he would only blow the clouds out of the sky.

After enduring hardship together for so long, and now that the crisis had been temporarily lifted, the distance between the few of them, including Chang’e, had unknowingly drawn much closer.

“Besides me and the murderer, everyone else was burned to ashes!” Xiao Ling squeezed these words out through clenched teeth.

“Phew!” Wang Hu, who had been sitting cross-legged and motionless, finally let out a long breath of stale air at the moment this world was fully constructed. He abruptly opened his eyes and rose to his feet.

Added to that was Ying Gou, who had been suppressed beneath the altar by Xuanzang; the four great ancestral zombies had actually gathered here together.

Wang Hu was instantly vexed, even beginning to doubt whether the fellow he had painstakingly selected and placed such hopes in truly had that ability.

“Hahahahaha! It’s still uncertain who will live to see today. You’d better wash your necks and wait to be butchered!” Hearing Elder Liang’s arrogant shouting, Yi Jianfeng glanced ahead, estimating that they were not far from that fifth-tier adult thunder ape. By then, who would live and who would die was still uncertain, and he could not help but laugh wildly and scornfully.

Hearing Wang Yuyan’s words, Wang Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry. What did having children have to do with killing people? Although Wang Feng himself did not know why he and Wang Yuyan had no children, he still explained it to her.

“Meo?” Golin was dealing with game outside when she sensed someone approaching. She looked up and was surprised to see that it was Meo.

Ling Xiao looked calmly at Mu Qianqiu, calculating quietly in his heart. The instant Mu Qianqiu’s giant palm came crashing down, multicolored divine light suddenly surged from behind him and shot straight into the boundless sky.

“Ah, Meo, you’re responsible for taking them back to the tribe. I’m leaving first. Good luck.” Roge held Meo back and said.

He deliberately placed the emphasis on the words “voluntary registration,” implying that others had signed up of their own free will, while the boss was instead to be “forced to participate.” What kind of reasoning was that?

On both sides of the shop door stood a pair of blue-and-white porcelain vases, each half a person tall. Farther in, there was a display shelf on either side, covered with a dazzling array of ceramic pieces in every color and shape.