Chapter 328: Tang Tang's World

"Not eating at home?"

"Mm, we're going to eat hotpot. We'll come back to pick up Tang Tang and take her out to play." Shen Siyuan said.

"Hotpot? That must have been Ruan Ruan's suggestion, right? Sometimes I even wonder if she's really my daughter — how can she like such heavy flavors?" Jiang Yingxue said.

"Maybe it's related to personality." Shen Siyuan said.

"Could be." Jiang Yingxue said.

It's hard to say. Although taste does have a bit to do with personality, the connection

It was not beyond Chana's expectations — Natsu had, after all, endured the tens-of-millions-degree flames he himself had unleashed.

"Die!" That man's Wu Gong came step by step, each palm strike fiercer than the last; he wanted to defeat Qin Yue in a single blow.

"I originally thought it was just coincidence, and I even tried to convince myself of that. But after so many similar things happened, I could no longer persuade myself it was coincidence." the patient said helplessly.

For the people of this world, it was simply an impossible fantasy. Even a powerful mage, just chanting a spell alone needed more than two minutes, and there was also the restriction of not being interrupted.

"Is that so?" Kurumi asked doubtfully, then put on the sunglasses to try — she couldn't see anything at all. These weren't sunglasses at all, but a prop that blocked vision.

A few minutes later, in a private room of the Zhejiang Province TV station cafeteria, that middle-aged uncle who had barged into the restroom and, without a word, grabbed Ye Feng wanting to "act like a hooligan," was pressing a hot egg against the bruised, swollen eye socket Ye Feng had given him with one punch, while humming softly.

Chana, who had barely managed to come back to his senses, immediately gave himself a fierce round of self-scolding.

"Surprise my— forget it, I won't scold you." Takahashi Azuma held back the urge to curse. Cursing the moment one opens one's mouth is, after all, not a good thing — he's a father now, so he should act a bit more mature.

When he returned to the twins' room, the twins had already been unable to wait and were playing with the toys they had bought. Seeing Sephiroth come in, they only looked up and gave a quick greeting.

He transformed into a towering, ferocious demon — only this way could he bring his overwhelmingly powerful explosive spellcraft to its absolute peak.

This was a laboratory filled with a terrifying atmosphere. A crystal-embedded magic chandelier cast a pale glow, illuminating the dimly lit experiment table below. A humanoid creature, with half a wing attached, its outer skin stripped away to reveal raw red muscle and blood vessels, lay on the broad dissection table.

When everyone came back to their senses and focused on the corpse-strewn ground, that sword-light rose once more, its momentum even greater. This time everyone saw clearly — it was Huo Xuan. However, Huo Xuan, charging into the air above the corpse-strewn ground a second time, was still bounced back.

An old man at the counter before him glanced at his age for a moment, paused, and wasn't too surprised. With his right hand he placed his jade stone into an array on the counter table. After a while, he took the jade stone out and handed it to Nangong Yunyao.

Looking at the lineage, although our twenty-eight direct disciples hold all the key positions of the Taiqing branch, the true core pivot is the hidden piece Senior-Uncle has placed down — Junior Brother Yue.

Mu Sanqian secretly reflected that Huo Siyuan bore almost no resemblance to the brutal general described by the man in red; he wondered whether the current General Huo, who was attentively waiting on them hand and foot, was merely putting on an act.

Meanwhile, the figures on the cult's side kept dwindling — the ones who suffered the heaviest losses were those disciples at the martial-practitioner cultivation level. After being slaughtered by Nangong Yunyao and the others, only five of them remained in the end.

Of course, the price was also enormous. The burning of the dan-sea would bring a tremendous backlash to the cultivator, and would absolutely not be employed unless it was a life-or-death moment.

Even if captives regained their freedom after the war, they had no land and no money — they could only grow poorer and poorer. Those inspirational stories of poor people becoming rich through hard work were, after all, not commonly seen in reality; at least, none had been seen in this town.