Chapter 228: The Humble Su Qing, His Adopted Son Is a Superman

Night deepened, rain grew heavy, thunder rumbled.

The wind and rain grew stronger; Andy walked through the night, eventually fading away, no longer visible.

Su Qing laughed happily, recalling twenty-seven years of companionship, gazing at the endless night, he murmured wistfully: "Wait for us, don't rush; that afternoon, I will go with Reid to find you!"

The violent wind and rain battered the glass window, producing a tinkling sound, especially pleasant.

Andy Dufresne, dead

Mo Yuan, after hearing a satisfactory answer, immediately thought that in the Si Teng world, although he hadn't altered the plot much, basically following the storyline, he hadn't become a king or hegemon like other transmigrators, yet he had no regrets; instead, gaining a sincere friend was wonderful.

"Wrong, it's that fifty-eight people among them are destined to die, especially those of the Jinluo Immortal Sect." Gu Nuan also kicked Fengzhi.

The maid Jin'er behind her was likewise dressed in night attire; despite her heroic and spirited appearance, she didn't look like a backyard servant lacking the strength to truss a chicken.

Su Chen's figure flickered slightly; he seemed as still as a statue, yet his palm now held a scoop of seawater.

"I know, my parents also have things to do." Gong Nuanxi nodded, pulled her collar close, and kissed her.

Qi Dao felt his temples about to split; he grabbed her arm and lifted her up directly.

Thus, the Ricen tribe made a wise decision: that day everyone was given leave, all took shelter in protective facilities. Meanwhile, all civilian equipment and most military equipment were powered down to avoid unnecessary loss.

Although consulting a mage entails some risk, Ye Qinglem is nearing level 59, the mage's awakening; Su Chen must know.

Their destructive speed, after continual practice, has become highly efficient. The Luo family martial art reappears in the jianghu: first a left-right sweep, then a great swinging hammer, then a move pulling up the willow, finally rotating the cannon turret to unleash a face‑blasting strike that utterly destroys a warship.

Su Bingqin still had the mood to compare Cheng Hengmo's current appearance with his earlier scaly face, wondering which looked better.

Li Chensha unleashed the Seven Flames Divine Technique; with a wave of his hand, crimson flames filled the sky, setting the entire blood‑red domain ablaze.

Feeling the scorching gaze of the golden‑haired light, Song Ci blushed, not knowing why she had chosen this dress—newly bought, a wardrobe treasure—intended for the company's tenth‑anniversary gala.

You punk, you used to be an organization member; how did you become like this after finding a partner?

Zhang Deng saw his anger, understood the superiors' intent, so he stopped wasting words, discussed some of Simaxu's demands, repeatedly agreeing. Simaxu was not stingy either, promising much gold, silver, and treasure, urging Zhang Deng to meet the Qi state's contemplation of Tian Ying to ease relations between the two countries.

Xu Wen believed that sooner or later someone would notice their oddness. As cultivators kept falling into various killing formations and traps, the Five‑Phase Gold Ship moved as if on level ground; anyone with a bit of sense could guess he held a map. This inevitably provoked a bloody clash.

"Still not giving up." Xu Wen gave a cold smile. The Divine Wood World and the Giant Spirit World descended simultaneously outside the Xieyue Valley. With a boom, all cultivators had no time to react; several fifth‑ and sixth‑level cultivators were blasted to bits.

"Follow my orders and dig downward on the Canglang Plain; the Wanlei Lake lies below." The black‑robed cultivator said coldly.

Those charging insects, even before they could self‑destruct, were all sucked in by the black light, turned into dark specks, and swallowed into the interior of the Xuanyuan Ding.

"How I know this is none of your concern; it's whether you trade or not." Ye Zang gripped the bottle and looked at Orochimaru.

The dazed Guo Xin, apparently frightened by Ying Min, released her grip on Wu Feng's arm, clasped her head and trembled on the side. Ying Min, having barely endured the pain, still had to pant while comforting Guo Xin.