Chapter 255: Ba

October golden autumn, the autumn breeze brings coolness.

The Cold Dew solar term is approaching; the white birch forest in Huairou's Labagoumen is deepening in autumn hue, while the ginkgo groves seen everywhere in Sijiucheng are still brewing into gold.

At ten past noon, the air still brims with a fresh scent.

Inside a certain courtyard on Chaoyang Street, four people sat around a stone table under the pear tree—namely Su Qing and his three companions, who had returned from Ga ze bu qing half a month ago.

Seeing the astonished gazes of Hu Bayi and Wang Pangzi, Su Qing smiled.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed and struck Dan Ran Lan's back with awe‑inspiring might, easily piercing the Divine Light Shield Technique of Constant Cultivation Self‑Achievement, bursting out from his chest and vanishing a hundred li away in an instant; only then did the sound of a dragon‑like thunder roar straight into the nine heavens arrive.

Behind the bar, where the young man's empty hands lay, a dog‑shaped silhouette wrapped in golden chains gradually appeared, its lustrous colors flashing like a hollowed‑out artwork made of pure gold—though it was alive.

The Black and White Double Evils fought desperately to block, but even together they were no match for that cultivator; they could barely hold on, and their lives hung by a thread.

Lin Qingxuan's mind stirred; he quickly retracted his golden sword, then sent out his fire sword, yet to no avail. Undeterred, he recalled the fire sword and drew his wooden sword.

Di Chongxiao nodded, but still uneasy, he wrapped a strand of divine light around Bai Ma's body before re‑comprehending the Fourth Layer Awakening. Di Chongxiao picked up a stone, etched a spirit seal with divine light, then used the seal to enact a Space‑World Transfer, moving a piece of wood from the corner into his hand; he re‑etched the seal and moved the wood back to the corner.

Seeing Xia Feng walk over amid the crowd's escort, knowing he was the leader here, they realized their fate lay in this young man's hands, and all turned their gaze to him.

"Thank you for caring about me—I'll get it ready for you right away." I pretended not to understand her hidden contempt, had the auntie ring up the sale, and Liao's mother bought five boxes of plain yogurt. Two fifty‑cent coins in hand, I was delighted.

Han Jin Yu's appetite grew huge; she seemed never to get full, and her face and body gradually became plump.

Although Yi Xian's condition is very poor now, the competition isn't something you can just throw together; once everything is ready, she should have recovered, and she could even gain one more experience before the championship.

The other elves here likewise noticed this after a moment; after taking one last look at the departed lord, they donned their helmets and hurried away.

As soon as the words fell, Xi Ling Jing flicked the wolf treasure off his shoulder with a look that said, "You haven't bathed, don't rub against me."

"Let's discuss it first." When Ning Yuan Lan pressed his body against him, fearing he might lose the chance, he reached out and pushed on his chest, asking to work things out.

After two lifetimes as a person, after all the twists and turns, will she finally have a shelter from wind and rain, and someone to share moisture with?

But after all, he is no longer the ignorant youth of old; since the other side presses him thus, as long as his heart remains clear and bright, he need feel ashamed of no one.

At the very center of the capital stands a towering building four hundred meters high—a sight exceedingly rare in the Iron Wall era.

He knew that, as the emperor of Cang Lan, Qin Yue would hardly be someone who easily shows weakness; he merely excelled at exploiting others' psychology and seizing their weak points.

But as things stand now, it seems somewhat complicated—whether because power has arisen three times, or because of a contemplative, joyful mood, or because of a killing intent that rushes to the heavens and a fierce, overbearing absoluteness.

Those who had mocked Xue Meng flushed with embarrassment, now nowhere to hide, and hurried away.

Seemingly dissatisfied with being interrupted midway, the heir's face darkened slightly; he gave a soft hum and jumped down from the carriage. This left Luo Han bewildered, staring blankly at An You Ran, not understanding.

The milky flavor is rich, lingering long between lips and teeth; it also carries a hint of minty coolness, making the taste quite special. Zhou Xuan's eyes lit up, and at once he felt a fondness for this ice‑cream of unknown brand.