Chapter 810: 158. Sun the Old Daoist: Are you teaching this Daoist master how to do things?

158. Sun the Old Daoist: Are you teaching this Daoist master how to do things?

As the water prison environment brightened, the dull-witted young man by the corridor slowly woke up.

After opening his eyes and looking around, he crawled up from the ground.

He first walked down the staircase, returned to the room outside, and took a look.

There were no traces of Yun Xiangyi having returned.

Ouyang Rong returned to the water prison inside once more.

In truth, he had been in a half-dreaming, half-waking state just now; aside from hearing a crisp sound of a wooden fish at the very beginning, which was the nightly delivery of vegetarian meals—

As the water prison environment brightened, the dull-witted young man by the corridor slowly woke up.

After opening his eyes and looking around, he crawled up from the ground.

He first walked down the staircase, returned to the room outside, and took a look.

There were no traces of Yun Xiangyi having returned.

Ouyang Rong returned to the water prison inside once more.

In truth, he had been in a half-dreaming, half-waking state just now; aside from hearing a crisp sound of a wooden fish at the very beginning, which was the nightly delivery of vegetarian meals—

As the water prison environment brightened, the dull-witted young man by the corridor slowly woke up.

After opening his eyes and looking around, he crawled up from the ground.

He first walked down the staircase, returned to the room outside, and took a look.

There were no traces of Yun Xiangyi having returned.

Ouyang Rong returned to the water prison inside once more.

In truth, he had been in a half-dreaming, half-waking state just now.

For some reason, it seemed he had a strange dream, and in the dream—

After a long while, the dark clouds scattered with the end of the melody, dyeing the sky azure; Ji Huiyu tapped her toes lightly and descended step by step.

The next day, Yao Yi and the others embarked on their voyage to Switzerland under the personal farewell of Chairman Cuba, while James flew to England in a rush that very night.

Lawyer Zhen fainted directly upon hearing this; fortunately, Mayor Lai had stronger composure and could still endure it.

Later, when the groom had soothed the guests and returned to the bridal chamber, he discovered the bride was missing. The scene was in total disarray, as if someone had forcibly broken in.

His own engineering team could no longer keep up with the work, so he had no choice but to subcontract some of the construction to the Third Construction Company and other such enterprises.

Wu Xuanming did not want to hear Xingcun Luona recount the history of Chunzi's rise and fall; he only wanted to know how Chunzi had colluded with Xingcun Luona to persecute Meizi and Gu Qiankun. Thus, Xingcun Luona was wasting her breath for a long time, and not a single word could enter Wu Xuanming's ears.

Guo Changxing left, and Ji Tianchang was also pushed into the operating room; the hospital began to get busy.

"Why don't you go sit outside for a while, or watch some television?" Wang Jing said. Spoon did not feel comfortable staying in this room any longer; after giving Wang Jing a resentful look, Spoon walked to the living room.

"Suddenly, I feel that you, worthy brother, are not interested in the wine." Having met the Guo clan, Gongsun Sheng said to Xie Xin with a pointed remark.

"Pah, you shameless thing, it's you who doesn't want to pay it back!" Xuanyuan Xiao's voice was clearly a bit loud, causing the tyrant to frown slightly before he shut his mouth.

Quite a few people had already arrived at the scene and were gathered together chatting; amidst the clinking of glasses, their manners were elegant and their conversation extraordinary.

Song Shi covered his ears but still couldn't block it out; he felt it for a moment and finally determined with resignation that the original scumbag was indeed the biological son of Old Man Song and Mother Song.

The events of two years ago have never left my heart; I often wonder, did I do the right thing? Is this imperial throne really that important?

At this, the man was directly stunned; he hadn't expected that Xiao Yunfeng, who appeared so frail, would be so spirited.

Jun Wan composed her emotions, released Empress Dowager Shen's reluctant hand, and finally stepped onto the carriage for the return journey.

Most importantly, in the last three hundred years on the Star Fall Continent, there hasn't been a single recorded Venerable of the Profound Spirit Realm.

She was actually right; although she had seized imperial power together with Zhang Jing, without Zhang Jing, she wouldn't be able to be a good emperor either.

Strangely enough, for a martial artist, his hands were rough and calloused, yet touching her delicate skin, she didn't feel any pain.

Cheng Qing climbed up from the deep pit and went straight to the all-intelligent workbench. Originally, there were two workbenches here; because of the overlapping nature of the blueprints and limited materials, she had long since put one away. At the time, she also had the mindset of preventing the Corpse Flint Monsters and wild beasts from destroying the territory's equipment to vent their anger when the dangers of the night arrived.

Yan Yushen, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, kept watch by the bedside all night, feeling depressed; could his calculations be wrong?

When Jiangzhou said this, he did not look at 136, but instead looked at the other three Icarus members behind him, including Qian Xiaoying.

Listening to those slurred words, and driven by curiosity, Christie relaxed her suppression of Number One slightly, intending to hear clearly what exactly he planned to say.

The intense light in the room scattered, and the faint white light that had been on the shredded paper scraps suddenly vanished. ===== CHAPTER 811 =====