Chapter 591: Phone Call

"Puppy?"

Shen Siyuan had just finished breakfast when he received a call from Zhong Xiaonan.

"Yes, it's what the little ones Dou Dou and Duoduo asked for. The circus dogs need to be dealt with somehow. They want to adopt two of them, saying... saying you agreed..."

Zhong Xiaonan glanced at Dou Dou and Duoduo beside her; the two little ones were looking at her with eager eyes.

"These two rascals..." Shen Siyuan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling quite helpless.

"Senior, I said I wish to enter your sect. Can you answer my question from just now?" Mu Yichen saw Lin Mo's reaction and felt like laughing, but he did not show it, maintaining his poker face as he spoke calmly.

In a certain room within the Kunjing Tribe, golden light flowed outside, clearly marking a Soul Transformation Realm barrier. Inside, a graceful figure paced back and forth with furrowed brows, her jade hand holding a delicate hand seal, then pressing against her wheat-colored pointed chin. After a moment, a flash of inspiration struck her mind.

"Indeed, the little skills of Third Grandfather can only be passed down to me," Yang Genshan said with a chuckle.

In the morning, her mood was bad. Since she had rarely become so happy, he decided to let her have her way, letting her eat to her heart's content and play to her heart's content, venting all the negative emotions of the day.

Tears streaming down her face; this wave of pressure by status had completely erased even the setting of favorability with Teacher Liu.

Thus, the two of them wandered around the desert with A Lan. Whenever they discovered a plant they had never seen before, they would marvel at it for a long time.

The Myriad Methods Immortal Academy almost drew upon its strongest power to guard that sliver of hope for life.

But the moment she thought of his pompous use of the word "gentleman," a shiver ran down her spine. Those two words seemed utterly mismatched with his serious demeanor, so Xia Xixi was certain he was lying through his teeth again.

Hearing this, Li Yanyang nodded and did not follow, though he certainly could not wander aimlessly; instead, he kept watch on Ouyang Feng from the perimeter.

Finally, there was one more thing: he was given Duan Lengru's phone number. After Kong Deming obtained Duan Lengru's number, he found the Fengyuan Group very strange. Was the Vice President even fired? What exactly was the Fengyuan Group trying to do?

It was just such a simple sentence, but to Sun Zhou's ears, it sounded like the explosion of a high-yield heavy bomb.

Zhou Tianhu and Qi Canglong, who were watching the battle from the side, both looked in surprise at the youth wearing a straw hat. His body was already covered in scars, yet an unyielding spirit kept him standing firm, even defeating and knocking unconscious Lin Wuhai, who was dozens of times stronger than him.

"Long Ge, you may leave. The Demon-Slaying Token is far too precious; I cannot give it to you," the head of the Long family said after taking his seat on the dragon throne in the center of the great hall.

Regarding this news, Chen Ping was not surprised—after all, during his conversation with Consort Xiao, he had already anticipated this outcome.

Regarding this news, Chen Ping was not surprised; after all, during his conversation with Consort Xiao Shu, he had long foreseen this outcome.

Looking up at the tenth floor, a kind old man smiled. His eyes, weathered by a lifetime of hardships, shimmered with the light of wisdom. Facing death, which drew ever closer, he showed no panic, reluctance, fear, or anything else; there was only boundless serenity and hope.

"So you mean, Mayor Chen, that you consider this matter my responsibility? That I shouldn't have targeted you and 'forced' you to do this?" Du Xiaolian asked with significant meaning.

"Pfft~~~" Long Ge spat blood and was sent flying. Big Long Ge flew over immediately to catch Long Ge, because Big Long Ge would not allow Long Ge to be killed by Long Ge while taking advantage of the situation.

Seated steadily in the control room, the two operators of the positive and negative Yin-Yang magnetic poles curled their lips into a disdainful sneer. Smoking cigars, they casually pressed a red button.

【25】 "He himself possesses a Thunder Spirit Root and dreams of taking on a disciple with a Thunder Spirit Root; how could he miss this opportunity?" said a cultivator among those who arrived with the big man surnamed Zhu, one who appeared quite old with graying hair.