Chapter 222: Mutants' New and Old Timelines and the Turning Point of Shawshank's Andy

Su Qing reduced Ziyuan to flying ash, returning her to dust and earth; the main purpose of this trip was thus fulfilled.

As for the Dragon Emperor still working as a stablehand in the museum, Dongguo has finally stabilized after the turmoil and revived him; given his temperament, who knows what trouble he'll stir up.

So, for the sake of countless commoners, the Dragon Emperor had better just maintain the status quo.

Su Qing collected his thoughts, came to the edge of the Eternal Spring, and watched the light flickering in the spring's eye.

Yelü Yarong hastily withdrew his gun, heartbroken as he looked at the barrel. Fortunately the barrel was unharmed, only the muzzle… He simply wiped it off, removing the deformed muzzle.

The Southern Gate Lord solemnly nodded, gave her a serious look, and couldn't help but lower his head to lightly kiss her forehead.

"What?" Sister He stared, completely not expecting the General Manager to suddenly say something unrelated to work—something rare, and moreover seemingly related to An Qin.

Could I be getting a nosebleed from a spring dream? This nosebleed is flowing too ethereally. He really worries he might die from excessive blood loss due to the nosebleed here.

But he was also utterly shocked—the Old Dry Corpse really is Wan Changfeng; what's with the indestructible bone?

"No, Young Master, we still have a chance—after all he just advanced to the Solid State Stage, and compared to me he's far inferior; as long as he doesn't leave the Ring Star Belt, we have a chance." That Black Old actually set his sights on a Solid State Stage expert of Ningyuan Gong; one must say his loyalty and madness.

A week has passed and Sima Qingzhou still hasn't returned; his whereabouts are unknown. Mother Teacher had even figured that once Gu Qiu wakes up, she'd go to the Sima clan to demand someone. But Mother Teacher understood that Sima Qingzhou must have returned to the clan; his not returning is also greatly tied to the Sima clan.

"Girl!" He tossed away his cigarette, strode over, and without reservation held her in his arms, as if he wanted to knead her into his body.

"Your Highness, the Protectorate of the Western Regions is your fief; Your Highness won't just sit by while the Liao army marches straight in, will you?" Huyan Yunling saw my lack of response, her expression shifting, and thus reminded me.

"I haven't cooked properly in a long time; as long as you enjoy it, that's fine." Chef Xue looked fondly at Gao Shu.

On the TV stand lay an exquisite jewelry box, underneath which was pressed a note written by Zhong Ting Shu.

Grandfather Qin said, then struck again several times, each bang sounding terrifying.

But glancing again at the unconscious Olivia, she couldn't help wondering whether this person's deeper meaning was satirical.

If this person really is from another plane, how could they possibly travel from Bashu to the Northern Desert in such a short time?

Gao Xin waved his hand, indicating that Purple Dust, this A‑level wanted criminal, is under someone's protection; there's no need to flee from him, this true fugitive.

At this moment the doorway was already crowded; Huaying's shout called out Yu Nanyang and Shen Jing Tong, while the maids and servants all wore curious faces, not knowing what was going on.

Hu Hai saw the two big fish and thought Jiang Li had caught them in the river; his heart ached.

Glancing at the time, the opening ceremony was about to start; under the staff's reminder, he entered the gallery of the art museum together with the media.

Ning Yue's expression froze; Zhang Ye saw that and immediately realized he'd misspoken, hurriedly correcting himself.

"Big Brother, we went to capture Dong Lihua, but we ran into a highly skilled expert who beat us." The leading brute lowered his head in shame.

The street had fewer people than usual; many were discussing Zhuge Zhongchang. Seeing Ouyang Yiyi and others in official attire, almost everyone avoided them. After passing a few streets and turning a few corners, they arrived at Lord Ximen's mansion. The messenger who brought the reply then escorted Lord Ouyang Yiyi toward the Council Hall.