Chapter 116: Qian Sanyi: He Chen, thank you for inviting my mother!

The next day.

A group of people gathered at the Rural Garden Community.

They had all arrived early, watching He Chen practice.

Xia Xue, like Lin Miaomiao, pretended to imitate him nearby, but clearly had no talent and wasn’t serious—she was just playing.

In contrast, Deng Xiaoqi, Lin Miaomiao’s best friend, learned with far more accuracy; after all, she was professionally trained in this.

Every movement made them look like a pair dancing gracefully.

Chen He shrank her neck, wanting to say something, but Wei Du sat across from her, two thick computer screens between them; she gave up.

The hospital staff had a group meal, the aroma wafting everywhere, making nearby patients envious for a long time.

“While Chu Tian hasn’t returned, the mage team keeps bombing. Zhu Long holds the front, healers protect the mages, Shou Yi and Po Tian stay in the center, and Chi Mei time their self-explosions.” Feng Busan arranged everything calmly.

In that instant, heaven and earth blazed with intense light, so brilliant that Tong Qitian, watching from afar, couldn’t help closing his eyes.

But she blinked out twice and saw no Qiao Jun’s figure. On the third blink, she saw Fire and Flame holding a golden rifle, looking down at her.

But this disciple recruitment exam was held at the front mountain, directly before the Five Academies, part of the Extreme Spirit Holy Sect’s mountain gate.

Gu Nianshen saw Lin Yiqian’s reply and imagined her usual cold yet deep affection; he frowned, frustrated—this fool couldn’t tell he’d come to pick her up and take her home?

Feng Mang smiled silently, clenched his fist tightly, and his spiritual power surged violently within him; he was no longer an ordinary seventh-layer martial cultivator.

The bounty hunters of the “Skeleton Guild” all frantically ran toward the outpost’s exit—this was beyond their capacity to handle; the situation was clear: if they didn’t flee now, none of them would escape—the explosions of the red ironwood were no joke.

“Your Highness, the day is late; we shall not disturb you during your wedding bliss. We take our leave.” Someone among the officials led the departure; the others suddenly came alive, bowing farewell to Xi Yin one after another.

As they rubbed against each other, their faces slowly pressed together, their breathing growing heavier; they seemed to enjoy this sensation, closing their eyes and continuing to rub, until Shen Tu Lingjing’s body gradually straddled Chen Tianming’s lap, their faces nearly facing each other directly.

Nan Gong Yu heard this and started the car again, slowly vanishing from Chen Tianming’s view. Chen Tianming pulled out his phone and dialed Shen Tu Lingjing again.

“F*** you!” The skinny guy, hit earlier by my brick, glared red-eyed, swung his military dagger wildly, and charged at me like a wild beast.

As if a breeze had passed, the black shadow vanished instantly upon touching the yellow triangle; the yellow triangle, after obliterating the black smoke, pressed forward unimpeded toward the floating lantern.

Finally, I neared the sound. I realized there was a corner ahead—the sound came from the other side.

They could test it with pebbles, making it even safer. Though they might starve to death before they found out.

Xiao Chuo’s face was filled with exhaustion, but she couldn’t abandon Han Delang; she prepared to take him home first.

A gigantic fist slammed hard into Lu Qi’s body; the terrifying impact struck him directly, with no resistance whatsoever.

“Your servant understands—I’ll send the message immediately.” Qin Chao smiled knowingly; when it came to pranks, the master was undoubtedly a master.

Su’s mother had always harbored resentment—her once-perfect family, her life of luxury, had been utterly destroyed by Su Yiran in a single day, plunging them from heaven straight into hell.