Chapter 171

The bald senior brother spoke with a hint of skepticism: "I've observed Brother Lin Mo; he's upright—hardly the sort to do such a thing."

"Besides, I've noticed Brother Lin Mo's attitude toward Sister Zhuang is clearly different—there's a touch of youthful infatuation, so he wouldn't…"

The short old man scowled and cut in sharply: "You're a pharmacology researcher—what do you know about youthful infatuation?"

The bald senior brother retorted:

"Why wouldn't I know? You yourself—"

The male alien watched the giant cigar flying toward the pyramid, sighed, and stepped into the building before him.

At last, Old An in the capital discovered An Nan's resignation. Upon hearing the news, he flew into a rage.

Qin Yao's photo had already been distributed to the hotel's senior staff; seeing Qin Yao in person, their thoughts at that moment were identical to Sun Zhong's.

"This teleportation tower is still as towering and magnificent as ever," Zi Jin said thirty minutes later, gazing at the colossal structure rising before them into the clouds.

The ancient families within the Divine Capital had long been aware of the hidden currents stirring deep within the Great Xia Empire.

His Adam's apple bobbed twice; Lu Jingchuan ultimately swallowed the words "I'm sorry."

The Yin-Yang School, the Mohists, and the Founder of the Military School all felt uneasy under Chen Nan's gaze; they could no longer hold back and began channeling their divine power, preparing to strike together and teach Chen Nan a lesson.

Kang Ming and Old An both froze, exchanging a glance. Old An thought: See? More trouble already. Kang Ming thought: It was fine just a moment ago—how could he suddenly fall ill?

Li Fei cried out in alarm: "There are so many demon soldiers—forcing our way through will be difficult; many will die."

Before she could finish speaking, Chu Anran acted immediately—two slaps later, Chen Yan was left dazed.

After a full day and night of travel, Qin Xiao's party arrived in Chengdu Prefecture by noon the next day. Qin Kui's group, having abandoned their grain carts to travel light, caught up with them the previous night.

Over the course of a month, the three major sects nearby gradually stopped believing, began to suspect the area, and more and more curious outsiders started poking around.

A two-parent family isn't necessarily happier than a single-parent family; for a child, a two-parent household filled with constant quarrels and lack of affection is worse than a single-parent household bound by mutual dependence.

Having grown accustomed to chatting idly with the old man every day, Qin Xiao found the sudden silence hard to adjust to.

Here, he sighed again. "I have other matters to attend to—I won't trouble General Qin further." With that, he bowed slightly and walked out of the camp.

Chen Fan glanced at the crowd, hands clasped behind his back: "Beiqi, Chen Fan… I've come to speak with your ancestral elders." His tone was utterly calm—but that very calmness instantly enraged them.

Though he knew this provocation wouldn't work on Shen Xiaomeng, Nan Gong Yu used it anyway, because he believed Kong Tongsheng was the kind of rigid, pedantic man it would affect.

Zhang Yuqi's usual pick-up trick—but now he scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

The next morning, while Kang Feng still slept, he quietly slipped back his filthy underwear, hid it away, and had just finished washing up when his phone rang—he picked it up and nearly threw it across the room.

Seeing the saliva on the ground, faintly red under the moonlight, Ye Yan felt he was the unluckiest man alive.

"The roots seek to devour everyone to strengthen themselves—" Lin Xue Xianzi said softly, her expression grave.

Should the situation turn unfavorable for Jin Shengzhe's side, Lin Xingliang and the others monitoring the situation would deploy their helicopter fleet to Area One to rescue Jin Shengzhe.

As Liu Huazhen exerted his full strength, his cultivation base was laid bare: the peak of the Heavenly Level—just as extraordinary as Li Daoran's.