Chapter 509: The Bread Is Smooth

"Ugh, I don't know." Song Xiuyun spoke honestly.

She knew little about Jiang Nian; most of what she knew came in fragments from Xu Qianqian.

She had interacted with him—familiar yet strange.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just curious," Xu Qianqian fiddled with her phone. "I just feel... this guy's kind of weird."

"Weird?" Song Xiuyun frowned. "... What kind of weird?"

"I'm not worried, but the research progress might be extremely slow—I'm afraid I'll be stuck here for a while," Xiao Yaqing said reluctantly.

His Mixed Body Golden Form had reached the seventh layer, becoming terrifyingly strong—but now he was injured, not because his Mixed Body Golden Form was weak, but because this stele was too formidable.

The car carried mostly rabbit and fox pelts, of decent quality, along with a few mountain leopard skins and one mountain-patterned tiger pelt.

"But Chief Meng, the brothers haven't eaten yet. We were just about to eat when they interrupted us," someone muttered.

Lan Duo's strength, honed through years of brutal self-discipline, erupted fully—his shoulder and arm muscles swelled and bulged, locking firmly against Mo Fanchen, absorbing the full force of his charge.

But upon seeing him today, she realized Ye Shanghan was nothing like the wealthy man she'd imagined.

"Lan Duo?" One of the team members heard the boy with the hooked finger say the name and repeated it louder.

Guo Yongchao had never encountered such a situation—he stared at Zhong Wei lying on the ground, amusing himself yet helpless. After all, this soldier had perfectly completed his mission; now he couldn't reprimand him or hit him.

But the black corpse stood firm, struck by multiple bullets, utterly unfazed. Lin Kun knew zombies had lost their souls, so bullets couldn't harm them—but still, their flesh should have slowed them, yet this black corpse was as solid as iron; bullets sank into its flesh, leaving only a few holes.

It flowed so heartless, so cold, so hard, so fragile! Indeed, Tang'er had shed tears only twice in her life.

Otherwise, anyone with even a little knowledge would know kidney failure is serious.

She'd been sold out by her own boyfriend—that camera was huge; she guessed her future marital home would be filled with her own black history.

The Qiangwu people feared that the presence of other races would cause human unrest, so they incorporated many of these races into their ranks, turning them into aids of the dynasty's rule.

A plain-looking British man standing behind Bohr sighed and rubbed his forehead, offering Lu Ge'an an apologetic smile.

She blew a heart toward the fans, sparking plenty of interaction—soon, a crowd of Tang Yu's fans gathered around Hengdian, while Ye Shiyah's grand entourage drew not a single shout, silent and empty.

During this time, Zhang Xinyu had been confiding in her high school best friend about her inner thoughts.

At that moment, the pressure vanished entirely; Youming Liuhuo relaxed completely, without hesitation, leaping into the air and dashing toward the man—right into his arms, before the horrified eyes of Youming Huojun and the others.

Zhenzhen sighed, fell silent, and stared at the dishes before her, sinking into deep thought.

Now Gu Pan could be certain—his strange behavior last night was definitely related to Ye Chen, though how exactly, she truly didn't know.

Fortunately, as Bai You and the others watched the night curtain being attacked, a force like Yin-Yang Qi, spinning like a Bagua diagram, suddenly blocked it—its powerful rotation absorbed every incoming flame and sword qi, turning them all to nothing.

After trying Tang San's newly invented cultivation method, the Six Strange Ones of Shilai found it worked exactly as Tang San had claimed—and they were instantly thrilled.