Chapter 537: Take a Day Off—I Have a Sore Butt…

Take a day off—I have a sore butt…

In Ma Jing’s camp, Zhao Xuri also performed very actively. From the start until now, aside from Rickerme’s passes to Wu Lei, Rickerme had almost no chance to pass at all, and Zhao Xuri perfectly executed Simone’s demands.

Additionally, what caught his attention was a curious fact gleaned from the beast’s memories: deeper beneath the ground lay an even more ferocious beast, guarding a spiritual herb more advanced than the Jiang Ling Xue Li.

As for energy, interstellar travel requires too much time—they had to find something capable of sustaining the journey, which is why they “recruited” so many researchers into the lab.

When they heard “he and To come from the same country,” the reporters across from him, even though they already knew, instinctively showed expressions of surprise.

And with that smile, Bei He finally caught a glimpse of the old, enchanting Zhang Jiuniang in her face.

Wei Lanshan’s aura had just surpassed hers—how was that possible? Ye Zhenwei racked her brain but couldn’t understand.

Lu’s father could only grit his teeth and keep cooking; fortunately, some longtime customers hadn’t left, still craving the old taste of Lu family cuisine.

It’s just unknown whether, when the energy within this treasure accumulates to fullness, something unexpected might occur.

For the Chinese team now, only two matches remain before they reach the pinnacle of the world.

The order of Wu’e Island doesn’t care who owned these items before they came ashore—it only cares about what happens after they arrive.

But she came here specifically to accelerate the child’s development; she couldn’t leave so easily.

“Ma Jike, you’re from the Life Clan, aren’t you!” Bu Ke’s sudden remark made Ma Jike frown.

It seems Lian Yin Shangren left six jade boxes altogether; now four have fallen into my hands—this trip was indeed worthwhile. Li Si smiled happily, reached out to caress the jade box, then moved his hand—a white light shot toward the box.

In this quiet environment, one’s mood inevitably changed a little. Xue Gao didn’t want to break the silence; he even treasured it. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’d just woken up and wasn’t yet adjusted, or for some other reason.

Then, Ling Feng smiled lightly, pressed her lips, whispered a few words to the man—as if explaining Xue Xingran’s identity. Thinking of the troublesome scraps of cloth Ling Feng had left behind, Xue Xingran frowned, ignored their behavior, and turned her gaze coldly elsewhere.

Thinking this, Chen Lei glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly kissed Lu Bingbing’s lips several times.

After speaking, he glanced at Rong Qian; Rong Qian kept her head lowered, as if too shy to raise her face and meet their eyes.

“Seven-Colored Dream-Dazing Powder—though not highly toxic, those who ingest it fall into a three-day, three-night sleep.” Su Xiao grinned wickedly.

Early autumn, night like water. Cicada songs faded gradually with the passing time. The vast, winding cliffs and peaks were utterly desolate; only the wind rustling through leaves occasionally made a hua-hua sound.

Boss once said, the best way to deal with men is the beauty trap—once they soften, nothing’s a problem.

In fact, Zi Qi asked this question every day and listened to this story every day. She held deep reverence for her mother, because her mother had once saved the world.

“Hehe, don’t worry—I know my limits. I won’t do anything out of line; otherwise, I couldn’t answer to Minister Puslin!” Yet, as if sensing their thoughts, Ye Yun muttered to himself.

Alright, alright—who else but Big Brother and Second Brother’s Master? Fine, compensation it is. I’m not short on money, and I won’t let Big Brother and Second Brother suffer.

His urgency meant nothing to Dong Cheng; his brows knitted tightly into a “ Chuan ” shape, his eyes flickering as if calculating something.

According to Old Man Qin, the Liu family’s power once rivaled the Zhou family’s—how is it now that no one has even heard of them?

As Ling Luo’s thoughts churned, Huang Lan summoned Wu Yi, followed by Tianji Zi.

“I understand. Stand guard outside and call out twice if anything happens.” Mo Mo said.

After bidding farewell to the two True Saints, Qin Jiuge’s avatar remained in the Eternal True Realm, while Taishang and the Buddha swiftly arranged to notify the powerful beings of the Eternal True Realm and the Reincarnation World that Qin Jiuge would soon give a lecture.

The piercing “wuuu-wuuu” sound gradually plunged both humans and demons into sorrow; whether Spirit Realm or Earth Origin Realm, all felt grief and desolation, tears streaming down their cheeks.

Qiao Yimo sneered, crossed his arms, and leaned back against the handlebar of the treadmill he’d just used.

Let’s return to the pitch: Torres barely dodged an opening and shot—no threat, easily caught by Mandanda. Today, Marseille’s defense on him was tight: front pressure, rear ambush.

Today, just as Qiu Chengfeng arrived to inspect defenses, he ran over upon seeing Zhang Yu. When he spotted Ouyang Mu too, he was stunned—but seeing the fire mark deliberately exposed on Ouyang Mu’s forehead, he sighed in relief.

“Hmph! Get out. From now on, you’re no longer a guest sage of Nanque Manor.” Yan Nantian waved his hand. Though losing a Divine Power guest sage was regrettable, he didn’t consider it significant.

To prove the persuasiveness of his words, Yang Kaixiu directly pulled out a vial of green liquid.

“Then let’s head to the Xu family first.” Zhang Yu nodded. When Xie Yong saw Zhang Yu agree, his expression brightened.

The sparks formed a circle that revolved around the void, creating an unusual scene—as if connecting to another world.

“Let’s eat first. We can pack our luggage this afternoon—it’s not late. The food’s already been prepared by me and Mom, kept warm in the pot, just waiting for you to come back.” After unloading the luggage from the ox cart into the house, Li Suxin said.