Chapter 152: Good Sisters

When Lin Jianming and his wife collected Duoduo's remains.

Shen Siyuan finally received the karmic merit belonging to Duoduo.

Thus, Shen Siyuan had already used four strands of karmic merit.

But he did not use it immediately; instead, he bought groceries and was preparing lunch.

Rarely having time to himself, he went downstairs to the supermarket and bought some vegetables.

"Xiao Yue, have you picked the celery leaves?" Shen Siyuan called out while stir-frying.

Yao Ran saw the expressions on their faces and couldn't help smiling, but he still strongly agreed—strict masters produce outstanding students. Without pressure, how could you know a student's limits?

He Chongbao was no weakling; he fought Guan Yu to a draw for thirty rounds before retreating, seemingly feigning defeat. He had also once trapped Lu Junyi's army with inferior forces, using demonic arts—yet still, he was one against many, a man who could temporarily disadvantage Liangshan.

Xu Yuan, who had just been weeping bitterly, instantly stopped crying and smiled when Li Junxiu assured her it was safe; she grabbed Li Junxiu's hand and kept pressing him for details.

Surviving did not mean the crisis was over; how to return to their own territory became Yao Ran's current concern.

Even as laughter still echoed, the ground trembled, and a rumbling roar drew nearer.

Xu Yuan was beautiful, no doubt about it, but she was far from breathtakingly extraordinary. Her beauty was quiet and unassuming—flawless, yet not perfectly radiant.

Lei Mingxuan saw my awkwardness and the filth covering me, understood at once, and a smile appeared in his eyes. "Come with me—I know where there's water." Lei Mingxuan walked off in one direction.

Huang Jinrong, Lin Feng, and Li San all felt a slight surprise after hearing Xiao Shan's words. So urgent? Something big must be coming. Shanghai's future sky seemed destined for turmoil. Huang Jinrong turned to Xiao Shan and said.

Soon after, the young man returned with a middle-aged man, escorted by Zhongtong guards, arriving at Shanyuan Restaurant. The middle-aged man wore black-rimmed glasses and a black Zhongshan suit, slender, his bright eyes now blazing with fury as he glared harshly at the young man beside him.

Chu Duojue seethed with suppressed rage. For this alchemy exam, he had planned to shine brightly—but now Xiao Ling had appeared, rendering his own achievements pale in comparison, and he had been utterly ignored by everyone.

I was desperate—this flower's sap is red. The flower I transplanted from his grave into the stone mortar in my courtyard is exactly like this. I once thought that if Jiang Lichen were gone, I'd eat the flower. Now, I truly reached out toward it.

With just a few faint words, Cen Rui implied he had the ability to completely remove Hua Fei from Lin Yi's side.

Yu Nuannuan stared in stunned silence as the man, one hand in his pocket and the other raised, seemed to give her a thumbs-up. She swallowed hard.

A single sentence conveyed all his intent: if Lei Ming could find the Dark God, he was useful; otherwise, he had no reason to exist.

If Bai Ye attacked Dongfang Ting, given Dongfang Ting's current physical condition, he would be no match for Bai Ye.

The plum-blossom stakes have three speed settings: beginner, intermediate, and advanced—the agility test uses the intermediate setting.

Then he thought of those who had spoken of sending his mother away. Since this place would soon be overrun, they might as well settle their own affairs first.

However, anyone who provoked Jiang Yunan, if lacking power, would end up in terrible misery—perhaps becoming a corpse outside Yaosheng City by the next day.

A flash of cold light vanished—the dagger Zhanxue sliced across Xiao Jiner's eyes, blinding her.