Chapter 152: The Master of Sound Dao, Elder Chen! Let You Soar! (6K)

At dusk, the sun slanted westward.

Yanle Street had lit its lanterns early; carriages and horses lined the streets like dragons, crowds surged thickly, and courtesans in ornate attire welcomed and saw off guests.

"Oh my, Master Qin, you've finally come! I've been missing you so much~"

Seeing a short, stout figure in the crowd, Chunlan's face broke into a smile as she swayed her waist to greet him.

"What, didn't I feed you well yesterday?"

Qin Shou reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, grabbing her buttocks.

As the surroundings fell silent, from distant void, the wind howled as a storm reversed its course and arrived before Xu Mu and the others in the blink of an eye.

Yet when Li Zhonghe passed by the Municipal Committee office building, he had to stop, for he saw that Xie Tiancheng's office was still lit.

The mysterious man shrugged inwardly: Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" was surely a timeless classic—"When golden wind and jade dew meet once, it surpasses countless moments on earth; if love endures, why must they be together every dawn and dusk?"—it had swept across the entire Jiang Nan.

Tang Xiao had just flipped through a magazine, found it dull, and tossed it aside on the table, then sat beside it playing a mobile game.

Or, under conditions of low power, cultivators from the Lost Continent did not emphasize soul cultivation, focusing only on bloodline.

Indeed, after only a moment, Zhang Tiansong's eyebrows twitched; his closed eyes reopened, filled with delight. The next instant, his figure was gone from where he had stood.

Li Zhonghe watched their retreating backs in silence, mentally planning what he would say and how he would speak to Wei Guobiao later.

To become a Great Witch, one must, beyond Dao cultivation and magic power, combine one's own Witch tribe innate talent to forge one's own Witch artifact, then cultivate it over time to realize the Witch Dao.

Seeing the helplessness and pleading in Yue Yingfeng's eyes, Bao nodded silently, then slowly stepped back until she left.

But soon, new news arrived. Chen Ke had appeared in this era like a sudden butterfly; the butterfly effect would inevitably manifest. Someone suddenly exposed Chen Ke's connection to Yuan Shikai—"the imperial court was shaken."

"Dragon Queen, this is a pill! Don't move after you swallow it!" she said to the Dragon Queen Empress.

As Professor Kong's expression sharply changed and he hurriedly shook his head, Zheng Jianguo spoke: "Comrade of the Public Security, I came to report him for posting big-character posters slandering my reputation. When I asked him to remove the poster, he even dared to resist and tore my clothes."

Unfortunately, the old leader will retire next July; after that, there will be no senior leader left who can speak up. Jiang Xiaojuan felt her career was likely at an end.

"I'm fine with anything." Xia Zhi looked at Xia Meng, who had barely spoken; she nodded and said simply, "Do it this way," and no further discussion followed.

After finding them, Long Zhanyan released the King of Curses and placed all the cursed insects into the space of the ancient divine weapon, Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword.

Zheng Donghua's stomach ailment had not flared up recently, largely because the Helicobacter pylori may have vanished—meaning it was cured—or due to increased resistance from dietary changes, though the bacteria might still linger inside and require testing to confirm.

Wang Yin's He Yi Li, clad in golden, magnificent battle armor, bore a solemn and luxurious design and style.

But for anyone else—even those Yue'er was currently training—she would feel not the slightest pity.

Seeing the content, An Yalun's hands began trembling with excitement. "This is… how do you have this?" He looked at Fan, bewildered at how he possessed his younger brother's records.

On the other hand, Li Kui and the others had already set up a grill outside the dormitory and begun barbecuing.