Chapter 227: The Lady

Yin Xingyue and Zhao Xuerong, whether there was a vehicle or not, either got on or walked, so they quickly returned to Haichao Community.

"Why are we coming here?" Zhao Xuerong asked curiously.

"Of course to find my brother," Xiao Yue said as if it were obvious.

"He lives here?" Zhao Xuerong was surprised.

This community didn't look good at all—were immortals this poor?

Xiao Yue nodded.

"But why

Since Xie Yan gui had returned, he would not have come unprepared; inside the hall stood the flower wine brewed by Xie Heng, more than enough for the aunt and niece to drink their fill.

But even if this plot were to unfold again, the six states he now faced were no longer the same six states as before.

He Dongchen stepped forward, seized Li Xiuyan's wrist, took back the photo frame from her hand, and returned it to its original place.

Lin Wanyin immediately got off the bed, lowered her gaze, slipped on her slippers, and requested to go downstairs with He Fengmian.

Lin Mumu continued: "But a few years later, they had another son—they completely forgot about me. Since then, I hardly saw them."

The reason was simple: the 【Wasteland Source】 had granted her the third-tier advancement information for her second vassal, the Treefolk: 【Withered Wood Sentinel】, and could enhance the magical life-draining ability triggered when ranged attacks hit creatures within her divine domain.

He Dongchen's powerful aura pressed down, leaving Yin Qianyue with nowhere to escape, filling her with inexplicable anxiety and a racing heartbeat.

Jiang Fan, seeing this, hesitated slightly, then leaped forward, jumping out the window of the bamboo pavilion and heading straight for the training ground.

Amid a series of muffled thuds, piercing whistles cut through the air, and the earth itself seemed to tremble.

This 【Common】-quality mechanical construct, lacking offensive power, possessed the 【Taunt】 trait, enabling it to draw ranged attacks to a certain degree—useful against powerful single-target strikes.

Additionally, Gu Yun's deep-seated hatred for Yang Ren was intense, as he blamed Yang Ren for Qiu Luan's death.

After speaking, Yang Hu opened the yellow silk wrapping the box, revealing a finely crafted, exquisitely made jewelry chest. He lifted the lid, and the dim wooden room instantly glowed with brilliance—a full box of pearls, bright in color, perfectly round.

Lian Yi's lips curled into a familiar smile; she clung tightly to Shen Tu Ying's arms, feeling both content and proud, yet still unaware of what she truly wanted.

The Buddha sat cross-legged atop a golden lotus, ten thousand rays of Buddhist light descending, his gaze filled with compassion and mercy; behind his gentle tone lay his usual dominance and unquestionable authority, as if Jiang Hao were a pitiful soul drowning in the sea of suffering, with only obedience to his commands offering a glimmer of salvation.

Just as Yang Cong was filled with questions, a voice arose, making Yang Cong feel as if he had found a savior.

The 【Great Fire Wall Spell】 is an advanced magic; once cast, it forms a fire wall five meters in diameter and two meters high surrounding the caster. Once formed, the wall cannot move—this is why Brook dared not stir. Once the wall fades, he will likely be killed by the lizardmen hiding nearby.

At this moment, Shi Qingwan lay on her side facing the door, wearing only a gossamer-thin silk robe; with no other covering, her graceful, exquisite figure was fully exposed to all, utterly visible.

But I simply cannot remember—it feels excruciating, like never finding something desperately needed.

A young man from the Royal Research Institute echoed: "Take the recent development in the dye industry by Western nations: in 1873, French chemists Cruikshank and Bretonnière obtained a brown sulfur dye through roasting experiments involving brown coal, steel filings, paper, and leather with sodium sulfide and sulfur."