Chapter 330

The kid already drooled a lot, and now he turned into a little stream—his neck towel was soon soaked through; if you squeezed it hard, you could probably wring out water.

Luckily, Mao Sanmei had foresight and brought a new one, but Shen Siyuan feared she'd soak that one too, so he stuffed a ring of napkins around her neck, looking rather silly.

The two aunts across from him laughed heartlessly, though not entirely without restraint.

He felt all his strength had been drained by the strange, alien environment around him; he tried to think, but found no thread of clarity.

She stepped into the apartment, clucking as she surveyed the spacious lobby, glancing here and touching there, as if she'd never seen such things before.

"No, no, I truly have matters to attend to and cannot travel with you; please forgive me," Mo Li declined again.

Bai He dared not wander off this time, sticking tightly to Lady Bai, for Lady Bai had warned her that if she caused another scandal today, the Bai family would no longer tolerate her.

The entire courtyard was tasteful, with flowers, grass, paths, and numbers forming a scene like a painting. Taking a deep breath, he caught the faint fragrance of blossoms in the air. Wang Teng's mood improved. When he stepped outside, the grounds were brightly lit, and the murmur of drinking voices drifted faintly to his ears.

She knew a bit about the Jin family's affairs; she'd warned Ye Lan before, and the mess she was in now was entirely her own doing.

I don't think my charm spell failed—the fury on Wang Teng's face startled Galya, though he'd already noticed: "Teacher Galya, are you really here to see me?" Wang Teng's tone carried a chill, but his smile was sincere.

He Ran returned to Jubao Building, tidied up the shop after dinner, and went home to sleep.

He was a wild, unrestrained man; if the rumors were true, he'd been involved with his two cousins, so his father sent him away to prevent the young diplomat from fighting his uncle.

Soaring between the mountain ridges, Ye Cang reached his peak speed—each step launched him dozens of meters forward.

Zhu Zhu called out "Grandfather" and "Uncle," and quickly told them the important things that had happened at home.

The Qingyun Sect disciples were first shocked, then delighted—this was truly the true disciple of Elder Wuyai; so outstanding, far surpassing the imposter, and they felt honored.

The shopkeeper heard this and thought it a good idea—perhaps he could sell even more, earning extra spirit stones to make up for the losses.

Fortunately, they'd covered the carriage with red cloth; if they'd known they were hauling away fitness equipment now, they'd be furious.

"I don't know much about the Ōtsutsuki clan; before meeting Ōtsutsuki Ichi, I didn't even know such a clan existed…" Hei Jue fell silent for a moment, then spoke, revealing all he knew.

But the Rain Ninja who had long lost faith in Hanzo wouldn't suddenly regain hope because of Mu Shan's few words—they ignored Mu Shan entirely.

I instantly lost my temper—given this girl's skill, she must've held back on me just now.

Ding Ce frowned at the half-basin of chicken meat Du Xuening had brought over, hesitated a moment, said nothing, and finally turned toward the cellar.

Jiang Zijin passed by the Accounting Office and saw Bian Chenyi, exhausted, just about to enter when her big brother phone rang.

"I'll beat you to death!" Tu Ming roared, leaping into the air, unleashing a storm of staff shadows upon the Thunder Beast.

"Damn it," the prince cried out in pain. Yueguang walked toward him, holding the Youlong and Chufeng swords.

The four from the Shaquan tribe, seeing this, wouldn't let such an opportunity slip—they surged forward instantly, spiritual power swirling into blades, striking straight for the hearts of the Yingli tribe members.

In that moment, Lan felt as if she had detached from this world—everything around her was blurred.

Jiang Xie couldn't help but marvel—this sword style was far more elegant than his own nameless sword technique; every time he used the nameless sword technique, he felt overwhelming shame.

The spiritual sea outside Jingshen Guiyi Palace surged instantly, and streams of xuanhuang-colored energy burst forth, flooding directly into Jingshen Guiyi Palace from outside.

Whether Father approves no longer matters—what matters is that if I believe something is right, I must do it.

"My friends are in District Thirteen; for their safety, I can't go back," Mu Feng whispered.

Shen Feihui gazed at the mist-wreathed Xuan Yuan Mountain, recalling he'd been away over a decade, hadn't seen his master in over ten years, and now, finally back, his heart stirred with emotion.

Though Wu Shuang revealed nothing about Qian Ye, Zhu Yan'er sensed something was amiss—she guessed Wu Shuang wouldn't let Qian Ye off easily.

Ningning made only one bowl of noodles for Tang Ning'an, then added two eggs. Whether from hunger or because Ningning's cooking had improved, Tang Ning'an thought it delicious beyond anything she'd ever eaten—she even drank the broth.

Thick fog seeped in; Shao Yang instantly realized he'd been locked onto by the Lingchi Liao. Without hesitation, he spurred the Tyrannosaurus outward, his body launching like a cannonball sideways.

The pill was pure gold, with faint, wavering energy resembling twin dragon-like forms gliding across its surface.

"I'm originally from Luoshui City in Zhongzhou. By chance, while traveling, I met Ling Xiao Chen, the master of Zongyun Peak, and came here with them," Qian Ye said briefly, not wanting to conceal his origin but unwilling to detail his ordeal.