Chapter 615

Li Agong opened the door and saw a middle-aged man and woman of extraordinary bearing; he froze in surprise.

“Who are you looking for?” Li Agong asked.

The visitors were none other than Tao Guangxia and his wife, who had been specifically requested by their daughter and personally instructed by Shen Siyuan over the phone; naturally, they gave their utmost care.

“You must be Li Agong? Xiao Xiao is your granddaughter, right?” Tao Guangxia smiled and asked.

“Ah, yes, that’s me.”

Li Agong replied, but still didn’t understand.

So Li and Kong Shu took turns guarding Manager Wang, even having hotel staff bring meals in—since the thing could take human form, I used my ghost eyes again before eating, confirming it was real before daring to eat.

At this moment, Captain An’s gaze toward Li Wei had changed—not the old disdain, but something far more complex.

After speaking, Wang Biao deliberately glanced at the four raw jade stones Jia Sidao had acquired; whether by surface appearance or purchase price, Jia Sidao’s stones paled beside the salt-and-pepper yellow jade stone Wang Biao and Hao Dong had bought together.

Alex’s massive claws shimmered with brilliant energy flows, keeping all monsters at least two meters away.

Regardless of whether Jiangdong’s rulers had plotted, with Liu Biao’s army on the move, Liu Yu finally prepared his forces and marched them in full force toward Jiangdong.

“Yes! One in Cangzhou in the north, one in Guangdong in the south!” the elder, whom everyone called Daye Ye, said.

At that moment, all three suddenly changed expression, turning their gazes toward the direction behind them.

Inside the ring stood a colossal alchemical furnace, its silvery-white surface engraved with nine crimson flame patterns; on the front were the characters “Dan Ling,” their strokes rugged and ancient, radiating a vast, primordial aura. Merely sensing the energy of these two characters gave Xie Yun a faint but profound insight into alchemy.

Two roars rang out—one of despair, from Zhang Fei; one of fury, from Guan Yu.

I finally opened my eyes, woke up, and immediately wondered if it was my turn on duty—I checked my watch: past one in the morning.

Wang Yang rolled his eyes; he would never believe such words, no matter who said them.

At a moment no one expected, a brilliant blade of light erupted from the demon sword’s palm, like countless jellyfish tentacles writhing, slicing through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

Shen Zhangtian also laughed heartily; they were delighted. In Shaodu Tian’s heart, Zhao Ruozhi and Shen Zhangtian were his closest friends.

Wang had once risked great danger to meet Lu Shuqing; last night, the black threads he’d planted on Lu Shuqing had inexplicably lost control—he knew the Black Thread Demon God had found Lu Shuqing.

Frost and snow had already fallen; the sweet potato leaves were all blighted, their stalks shriveled and distorted.

A faint, clear voice rang out—calm, gentle, utterly free of worldly turbulence—yet brimming with a rigid, vast power, like celestial words, dissolving all combat intent the moment it reached the ears.

Moreover, the Buddha’s later-displayed power indicated his human and financial resources surpassed Wang Yang’s; though Wang Yang could mobilize the Crimson Dragon Special Forces, he needed valid reasons to do so.

Miyamoto Sanwu couldn’t help but feel a headache; in the end, he had to speak personally, promising reporters some big scoops later, but for now, ordering them to stay beyond the operation perimeter.

“If I ever see you again, I’ll smash your mouth!” Pei Qian gritted her teeth and stormed off to the workshop.

Even without direct contact, the attack’s searing heat caused space itself to burn layer by layer, as if about to melt.

Once the old man left, the classroom erupted even louder—even the teacher slamming his desk couldn’t quiet them.

After returning home, Wang Xuanhuan had already informed Steve about their departure the next morning; the old man had also contacted his comrades, given Wang Xuanhuan their phone numbers, and they’d spoken, confirming their train schedules.

But since he had chosen this path, his fate was sealed: total annihilation, ashes scattered to the wind. No other outcome awaited him.

As soon as Group A’s match began, it immediately drew every eye in the arena—after all, our group was called the “Group of Death”; no one could ignore it.

“Old Wang, where did that cousin go?” Fatty still fixated on Liu Yiyi, asking endlessly, his eyes darting everywhere.

Suddenly, chaos erupted—several men with weapons charged straight toward Li Yue. At first, Li Yue didn’t think they were after her; only when the men slowed behind her and raised their weapons did she realize.

After telling An Jie, I left Yude Building directly; An Jie went upstairs—she was now wholly focused on college entrance exams, no longer caring about worldly affairs; besides, she’s my sister, and getting into a good university was her dream—I, as her younger brother, naturally supported her fully.

Knowing she hadn’t eaten well last night, he had breakfast prepared with perfect nutrition, timed to arrive just as she woke up—perfect timing, wasn’t it?

Looking at Bai Lan beside him, Feng Yong felt even more helpless; if not for Wei Huaqing, Bai Lan wouldn’t be like this. If anyone harbored more hatred, it was surely the person beside him.

In an instant, Shi Yao’s face turned deathly pale; unconsciously, her hands clenched into fists.

His car crept forward at a snail’s pace; other cars blared their horns, but his remained silent, never cutting in or jockeying for position—strictly law-abiding.

Now… only three years had passed… he’d already forgotten his own words. The Yin Shixiu who once pitied her longing for home now asked why she chose to return home as a teaching assistant instead of staying in Bath.

After seeing Song Ci’s latest Weibo update, Han Aoyu couldn’t help but shed bitter tears for his granddaughter; he left a comment on her post: “What a clever child.”

“Pointless,” Shi Yao sneered. If theft was inevitable anyway, why waste money?

In the northeast corner of the room had stood a large stone; Li Dong hadn’t paid it much attention at first, but by accident, a sideways glance revealed a faint crack along its edge.