Chapter 279

"Won't you answer?" Ruan Hongzhuang asked softly as she watched Shen Siyuan stare blankly at his phone.

Shen Siyuan said nothing but directly answered the call.

"Mom," Shen Siyuan smiled and greeted her.

"Don't smirk at me—you know what I want to see. Get out of my frame," Huang Huijuan said sharply, frowning.

Ruan Hongzhuang watched nervously as Shen Siyuan spoke with his mother.

"Moreover, he must return the former Beiyang Navy and Yantai Naval University to the future Republic government," Feng Guozhang suggested.

Not only that, even several restaurants that usually did brisk business had temporarily closed—Wang Xuanlong immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Forget it, I'd rather admire some pines and bamboos," Peng Hao shook his head with a smile. The flowers were beautiful but delicate; if he tended them, they'd wither in no more than three days. Pines and bamboos, with their resilience, suited him better.

"That's so cloying—I wonder how they're arranging for Uncle Ancestor to visit Aunt Qianmei," Dong Zhanyun shook his head. "I hope Aunt Qianmei doesn't find out—otherwise, Sister Rui will skin me alive~!" Dong Zhanyun groaned.

Another screech rang out—eagle beak suddenly elongated nearly threefold! Its sharp tip became a golden dagger, piercing through.

Dong Zhanyun patiently asked several sensitive questions about the half-beasts; for a time, he still had strong reservations about the ancients' methods. The leopard-headed Kakanado himself understood humans only vaguely, his knowledge largely passed down orally from predecessors.

Now it was the dual-winged Feihong's turn to be astonished—was this really the Qinglong who used to tremble in fear at the sight of him? How could it now possess such power? Could it be related to the five-colored stone between its eyes?

Siyan swung her longsword, severing several approaching arrows. She hid behind another tree, watching helplessly as a wave of guards collapsed.

The pact of life and death—that single signature—sealed a lifetime, proving she would belong to this man forever.

All orthodox sects were systematically surrounding and slaughtering Shi Yan—facing this layered encirclement, where could Shi Yan and his companion turn?

Fang Hui nodded. He understood Lei Huan's meaning and had largely grasped the situation here.

Though these demonic bees were powerful, especially the queen, their minds were clearly dim. Lin Hao had received so many favors from them that he felt guilty—he couldn't bear to look into their innocent eyes any longer.

Xiao Feng's clone, accompanied by Youhua the flower spirit, vanished via instantaneous teleportation, leaving An Youxi and Chen Tiande staring at each other in place.

A slash of crimson blade-light flared, igniting the firewood and instantly illuminating the entire cave.

The mansion featured an indoor pool, a bowling alley, a wine cellar… all facilities were complete, with a vast land area—no need to step outside to enjoy countless amusements.

Fang Hui clenched his fist. Now, a single punch carried the same force as a Heavenly Emperor's divine body strike—and with his enhanced physique, his actual punch strength had increased more than a hundredfold from before.

Wu Hao gradually regained some of his former shrewdness, learning to advance by retreating—he truly did harbor a faint feeling toward Wu Qian.

Liu Hai remembered how, when he first heard this news, he had indulged in quite a bit of fantasy.

"Since you've come all this way, why not show yourself?" Having learned from the last time Mu Xue was captured, he wouldn't let the ghost slip through again.

Thinking of this, his previously hanging hands rose again, clasping Wang Lang's nape, beginning a tender, passionate kiss.

"Report, Uncle! We guarantee it!" the two children answered loudly. They'd learned this manner from Zuo Chenggang yesterday—and it worked instantly.

"Master, Your Majesty ordered me to bring some herbs—would you like to see them?" She deliberately didn't bring them over.