Chapter 206: Goodbye, Grandma

The method for cultivating the Iron-Eating Firefly was actually not troublesome; after Shen Siyuan told Zhong Xiaonan the process and precautions one by one.

She finally understood why Shen Siyuan had asked for her help.

Because cultivating the Iron-Eating Firefly was simple: just enough metal, a suitable temperature, and using some artificial means to make it lay eggs; it was not complicated at all.

For Zhong Xiaonan, who understood the habits of insects and ants, these were as simple as eating and drinking.

"When did you learn to be independent? Every time you have to ask for my help..." Senior Brother Yang said with disdain.

"I... why did you suddenly think of finding me? Where is your boyfriend?" Li Meng pretended to be polite; in his heart he calculated, could it be that he also fancied his artistic aura and was preparing to upgrade?

In just half a day, Li Wen had gained one hundred thousand Heavenly Dao Points; although not comparable to those great powers, if this continued, the gains were still considerable.

One that was pitch black like a shadow, but if observed closely, one would discover that within the blackness were faint green spots; that stiff face was constantly changing, one second still pitch black and numb, the next becoming vivid... like a human, within which it seemed countless faces were struggling constantly....

"I'm just afraid you'll think they want to rob you, when actually they want your life." Han Li continued talking to Fang Ying in the car.

A 20,000-meter attack warship was not high-end; how did they dodge the top-layer attacks to reach the lower layer?

Those who fell into demonic madness due to gluttony initially only harmed themselves; when reaching the extreme, they ate everything, unable to distinguish between friends and family and food, thus causing many horrifying disasters.

Originally, the plan was for his own company to show some support; now, it was necessary to bring the entire group to do this disaster relief activity together.

He looked down, his pupils shrinking in fright; immediately he performed a backbend, narrowly avoiding a ball of Sun True Fire emitting green smoke.

"Do you think that with my terrifying strength, I need others' support to become captain?" Zhao Fan said.

Suddenly, Ye Lingshan leaned on Zhao Zixian's shoulder, eyes closed, looking very content.

Su Yi came in and saw such a scene; everything in this world was changing, yet only this palace remained day after day, year after year, in this same state. The Imperial Kitchen was even more unchanging, as if no matter what changes happened outside, there would not be the slightest alteration here.

Yan Yu was now completely awake, knowing the speakers were Zhang Li Shi and Wang Liu Shi, the two wet nurses brought from the manor today.

"I just wanted to give this to you." Hongzhou took a yellow silk embroidered purse from his waist and handed it over.

"What nonsense? If we came together, of course we leave together." A Liang carried Quansu on his back, strode toward the window, and leaped out.

Thanks to this, just as Shijia'er had finished half a cup of sundae, Xiang Ye's brain could function normally again.

The two silently lit cigarettes; two men, two pairs of eyes, deep and bright, destined to be no ordinary fish in a pond.

This old man had wisdom, a big-picture view, knew when to advance and retreat, understood reason, and worked seriously; although not a business-type talent, he was absolutely an outstanding administrative management talent.

"They're fighting, and they're getting beaten pretty badly!" Lu Junqing, who was always responsible for coordinating with the underground forces on this side, spoke up, causing Li Chen to be greatly surprised.

Bai Nian wore a grimace. "You scratch up her face, and I'll let her go, how about that? One face for one life, very fair, right?"

Early the next morning, before the Leshan Hall could make any move, Jiang Nuan took A Wen and left the Xiaoyao Wang Fu. Today was the eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month; for others it was just an ordinary day, but for Dou Ya, today was his wedding day.

"Formless Staff!" Seeing this invincible ancestral weapon, many people couldn't help but secretly draw in a breath of cold air; even the Supreme One felt a chill.