Chapter 564: Father

“This little thing doesn’t need to trouble Ruan Ruan—you should learn to get a driver’s license.”

Shen Jianjun looked at Shen Siyuan, his eyes tinged with disdain.

“It’s fine, Uncle—I have nothing else to do at home anyway.”

“I thought you’d ride your motorcycle over,” Shen Siyuan said.

“How long would that take? Besides, carrying all this stuff on a motorcycle isn’t practical.”

Thinking of the huge pile of items just stuffed into the trunk, it seemed

“Before we start, I’ve got one demand—you’re not allowed to use your immortal sword,” Jiang Tao said, knowing Zhang Fan possessed an immortal-grade weapon and wouldn’t be foolish enough to fight him head-on.

Lin Mohan stared at the flickering screen, watching the sorrowful scene, his hands instinctively crossed over his chest, his zombie-like face expressionless; he slightly turned his head toward Cai Bing’er.

The sound of the giant sword striking the ground was accompanied by hysterical screams; many were crushed into pulp beneath its weight. People scrambled forward in panic, yet the giant sword always seemed to follow them as it fell—yet avoiding these dangers wasn’t hard; anyone with even a little cultivation and sharp eyesight could manage it.

“You!” Bai Xiyan was about to speak, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her shoulder and lost consciousness.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately tensed and went on guard—except Gu Fan, who felt the ghostly aura faintly resonated with something familiar, almost like a long-lost kinship to him.

Shen Xinyi had finally figured it out: her Gu Master didn’t just lack household sense—he was a freeloading scoundrel who could eat at anyone’s table without invitation, and there was no meal he couldn’t get.

Liu Zhenming saw Zeng Da address the director as “Old Bian,” and the director politely call Zeng Da “Master Zeng.” Recalling how, back at the provincial bureau, the director visited Zeng Da’s office daily to pay respects, he wondered: just who was this Zeng Da?

“Prince?” The servant stared in shock—he’d meant to flatter, but ended up getting slapped. He couldn’t understand why.

Because of Su Jin’s foot injury, the couple completed their wedding bows in one go, then Zhongli Luo carried Su Jin toward the bridal chamber.

“That’s true—should we go help pull him out?” another, younger disciple asked the group.

In this endless void floated countless shining stars, each glowing with a different radiance, each representing a separate world.

“Husband, what’s wrong? Are you short on money?” Chen Xiyao noticed her husband’s slightly uneasy expression.

As an enemy, admiration is one thing—but showing mercy in battle isn’t just an insult to yourself and your opponent; it’s outright stupidity.

Since the timing worked out perfectly and both were present, might as well say it all now—the longer you delay, the worse it gets.

People like Luo Kai, ordinary folk without ties to major powers, didn’t understand the power of the Human Dao Treasure; otherwise, he’d never dare parade it openly. After all, top-tier factions had launched attacks on Qin Ling just for the Human Dao Treasure.

Though their hearts were filled with confusion, these Ni Kingdom generals and common soldiers all comforted themselves with the current situation.

She didn’t know why she risked her life to say that, but instinctively hoped maybe Su was playing both sides.

Fortunately, Old Xu had truly picked up a few tricks during his time at the restaurant—the dishes he made were truly excellent.

Thus, she hesitated whether to continue playing—but before she could decide, someone outside sensed her awakening.

Li Zicheng’s army, after rushing for two days, reached Gong County, less than a hundred li from the strategic pass of Hulao Pass. The peasant rebel commander of Gong County reported that Ming troops had already garrisoned Hulao Pass—roughly three to four thousand strong, equipped with numerous firearms.