Chapter 87: When the Seed Sprouts

"Good!"

Han Han leapt up and swung his fist with all his strength.

Han Renjun watched as Jiao Guobiao collapsed with a crash; his lips trembled for a long time, yet he couldn't utter a single coherent sentence.

When their family of three waited for the show to air, the parents chattered at Han Han for a long while, but by the time the program reached its midpoint, the two of them fell completely silent.

Nothing else—just couldn't accept it.

They couldn't accept it from the very first sight of the design, and by the time

"Aren't there any more intimate terms between us? I don't even mind if you call me Jianjian!" Deadpool looked deeply aggrieved.

But what Lin Tianya never expected was that after he had smoothed his mother's meridians and brought her to the stone door, preparing to take her outside the Ice-Cold Ancient Cave to remove the ice poison, he discovered the stone door sealed by a powerful prohibition.

A yin entity of such profound cultivation, imprisoned here for a thousand years without escape—how could they, whose cultivation and strength fell far short of its own, possibly remove it from here?

A tender smile flickered in his eyes; then Si Lühen took Liunian by the hand and walked toward the bedroom.

I quickly handed him the towel, then stood up and pulled out some tissues to wipe his ears; as I wiped, he suddenly yanked me hard into the bathtub. Unprepared, I tumbled headfirst into the water, swallowed several mouthfuls, and got water up my nose. I leaned over the tub's edge, coughing uncontrollably, coughing as if I were dying.

Quan Shaochen's words truly crushed Su Yiqing. How could this possibly be "fine"? Would she even dare show her face again?

"Manager, should we gag her?" The man holding my right hand glanced at me and asked.

Suddenly, the world blurred; amid a swirl of black smoke and a faint sulfur scent, they stood before the door of a house.

After finishing the first wall, Lin Tianya and the other moved toward the second wall. The next instant, a transparent glass dome appeared before them.

I shouted aloud; Bai Mujiang's figure froze for a moment—but only for a moment—then resumed retreating.

Mu Ximo affirmed it: from the moment An Ruoran was kidnapped to the final push off the cliff, someone behind the scenes was pulling the strings. Five years as an undercover agent—just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

These miners had abysmal military discipline, but their sheer numbers and superior weapons overwhelmed them; they crushed these regular soldiers with sheer human-wave tactics.

In the next instant, my consciousness entered the illusory realm—I entered the Third Layer of the Furious Dragon Tower alongside Bing Chi, as comrades, to face the Second Heavenly Lord together.

He immediately began tracing the flow of crystal-stone ore along the path it took before the fall of Heilunsa Mine Star; about ten minutes later, he successfully pinpointed the Golden Heaven Domain's Space Smelter No. 231.

One man couldn't hold back and struck first—it was a member of the Sima clan, whose hatred for Xia Zixuan ran deepest; countless members of their clan had died at Xia Zixuan's hands.

Ye Qingcheng was flustered; her reputation was already poor, and now this scandal would stir up another storm across the city.

"How am I being unreasonable? I'm just following your own logic." Ye Qingcheng shot back.

Afterwards, everyone exchanged pleasantries and returned to their own territories; Qiao Hua, after giving Hu Ya some final instructions, led his men back to the Hundred Flowers Demon Valley.

As one of Huaxia World's top-tier corporate entities, he had seen countless shows produced and recorded, appeared as a guest on some, and sponsored many others.

"Rip!" The word slipped from Xie Sifan's lips as if his speech became law; the enormous, one-zhang-wide demon head was instantly torn apart.

Long Xi Shengzun's Fourth-Element Venerable Realm was, in Wang Xu's eyes, nothing but an ant—a single finger could crush it effortlessly.