125 Mengxin

“Mm. Go ahead and eat,” Bai Zongnan said.

“Oh.” Meng Zhike immediately plucked a lotus seed and popped it into her mouth.

In an instant, she felt warmth spread throughout her body, filling her with strength.

“It smells wonderful! I’ve never smelled anything so fragrant.” Meng Zhike closed her eyes and savored it.

“As long as you like it.”

“What is this? Why is it so sweet?” Meng Zhike asked.

“Try it and see.”

Quan Taian’s performance today had indeed surpassed everyone’s expectations. No one could have imagined that his martial arts would be so formidable, or his reactions so nimble.

“Muzhi, take them all downstairs first. Without my orders, don’t let anyone in,” Madam Wang said. She had no intention of wasting time on formalities. After issuing her instructions in one breath, she sat down opposite Tong Shuang.

In fact, even one of the experts who rushed over had not had time to cry out before Wu Jisai was already dead.

If the “Way” was the universe, how was one supposed to comprehend it? Humanity had yet to escape the Solar System. Even understanding the Milky Way was a problem. What could be done?

Live streaming could no longer match the speed at which he earned money by practicing medicine, but Zhang Donghai still went live every few days.

Just then, Li Tianqi suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He felt someone strike him from behind, and then he blacked out.

Yet no one noticed that, within that trapped formation’s space, a mass of black cloud quietly slipped away and fled toward the forbidden grounds. At the same time, Han Bing was also facing trouble.

How many gods and immortals did China truly have? No one could say for certain, much less remember them all. Among the divine beings familiar to and recognized by people over the course of several thousand years, only fragments of their origins were known.

With that, Meng Fan took out the Pure Jade Bottle hanging against his chest and pulled out the stopper. He had not drunk any spiritual liquid for a long time, keeping it in reserve for emergencies. It seemed he would not be able to save it tonight.

The situation was stronger than the people involved. The Chancellor had built the stage, and she had put on the performance, setting a trap from every direction and waiting quietly for Meng Fan to fall into it. But who could have imagined that Meng Fan would be this powerful? Even the Chancellor was no match for him. What could she do if she refused to accept it? The combined strength of the Pure Clarity Society and the Dragon-Tiger Gang was nowhere near that of the Swallow Tower.

Although Paul did not consider himself a good-for-nothing, and sixth-tier strength could hardly be called weak, at that moment he felt as though he had been targeted by an enormous, irresistible force. That gaze, descending without warning, immediately made him feel as if thorns were pricking his back.

Chestnut was puzzled as well. According to the household servant who had brought the news, Big Corn had left at once after hearing that the Old Prince had fallen ill, merely informing the Prince of England’s heir before departing.

Halfway there, he realized that they had all come over. Someone in the distance sent him back, telling him to return to the cafeteria and cook.

By then, all three shops were already packed with customers, and the streets outside were filled with milling crowds. This was probably thanks to Sun Ruyun’s suggestion.

Huo Qing and Ren Qingkuang jumped out of the car, exchanged greetings with Han Bing and Liu Zhenlong, and then went upstairs.

“Really? Then how are you planning to thank me?” Wang Zhongming asked with a smile. Having achieved his goal so smoothly, all the worry and effort of recent days had finally borne fruit, and he could at last breathe a little easier.

The Ma residence was decorated with lanterns and streamers everywhere, brimming with a festive atmosphere. Ma Jicai was dressed in a suit and tie, his leather shoes polished to a gleam, and he looked every inch the handsome gentleman. Still, his face… seemed a little swollen, didn’t it? And the bride, Yuan Fenghuang, did not look much better.

Han Ning smiled. Turning Great Azure Mountain Corporation into an international enterprise would require a great deal of capital. That was precisely what he needed, so he told Red Robe about his gambling in America and his dealings with the Ross family.

“There are plenty of unfortunate people in this world. Do you have the capacity to pity them all? Besides, not everyone is willing to be seen as pitiful.” Ao Xue glanced at the closed door as she spoke.

I charged toward the White Shark. If this continued, even without being injured, I would be worn out by him.