Chapter 857

The Li family’s New Year’s Eve dinner was somber in the first half, with Han Chunmei in tears, but the latter half became deeply warm.

Especially the three babbling toddlers, who played a vital role as emotional glue for the family.

“Yi yi ya ya~ Baba~ Baba~”

“Guo guo~ Guo guo~ Wo chi rou~ Wo chi rou~~”

Xiao You’an, nearly eleven months old, clung to Li Ye, his tiny finger constantly pointing at the dishes on the table.

Even Luo Lan Na, this Kaiōshin, was stunned—not by the deaths of Xidu’s people, but by the incomplete yet terrifying power left behind here.

“Your Highness, the White Physician has arrived.” The maid entered with an elderly man, followed by a young man carrying a medicine chest.

To speak of a “War of National Destiny” is strictly forbidden—no state in the world permits such words to be uttered by any Guoshu practitioner.

Suddenly, at that moment, GT Vegeta spotted a familiar yet unfamiliar figure; Vegeta froze, then his face paled. “Lei Chen—that bastard is here too.”

Though both were Planetary-Level outliers, Zhu Yi still found the terrifying magnitude of this technique absurd.

Niu Yiping naturally laughed it off, thinking: I’m not running a commercial street—I just tinkered around to see what happened. What’s there to report? At most, it’s a market test game.

From the “God’s” perspective, the Sun God Nika came from beyond the heavens, appearing suddenly one morning.

Seeing the female look over, Lingling instinctively turned her gaze away, then realized: Did she just compliment me? A smile crept onto her lips. Hmph, we’re even now.

Not long ago, that Luo Ye stormed into the Sacred Palace’s outpost in the Twin World, demanding another battle against the mechanical dragon who defeated him.

The duck was clueless, didn’t understand anything—I had to organize, categorize, and summarize its abilities myself. I’ve worn myself out worrying over it.

After all, the Gun God’s aura is still only at the beginner stage, unable yet to unleash its true power.

After pacing around the room, Ke Qingyun grew bored, pushed open the door, and stepped outside; Tangyuan followed right behind.

The electronic parts they found were specifically designed for spaceships to provide propulsion; Han Yi was very satisfied and quickly stowed them away.

“Deputy Commander, give your order—I will obey without hesitation,” Fang Yue added immediately. Xiao Yi entrusting him to lead the Taiyuan Regiment composed of Xiao clan youths was the greatest honor he could receive. Since the death of Inspector Ding, Fang Yue had devoted himself utterly to Xiao Yi, and now he threw his full support behind his lord’s younger brother.

After speaking, Xing Linglong tossed the crescent blade in her hand; it transformed into a streak of starlight and shot toward the Star Clan’s avatar.

Pulling her fur hat tighter, Simo glanced at the sky. Though no rain fell, clouds blanketed the heavens—tonight, neither moon nor stars were visible; Hogwarts lay utterly shrouded in darkness.

Zhou Chang glanced at Wang Xuan, silent for a long while, then finally spat out one word: “Go.” He then prepared to leave with Tie Zhen and Yan’er.

“The Dingbian Army’s first leader is Xiao Lang. One army arrives, seven armies stand guard. Even the mighty Xiongnu bowed before Commander Xiao. He has no wounds—on the battlefield, who could harm Xiao Lang? Do you know how heavy his axe is? Eighty-three catties!” The black-clad man said with reverence.

“You two are late on the first day of school. Should I turn one of you into an alarm clock?” Professor McGonagall said sternly.

At this moment, Jin Feng dared not even think of confronting Mo Ke—Mo Ke not coming to cause trouble was already a blessing.

Ranran hadn’t even had time to boast about her impressive achievements when Si Mingyi called her—he’d noticed she was in low spirits and had come specifically to take her out.

Gao Fengyi was now the undisputed leader—it was already a settled fact; all that remained was to announce it publicly.

“Xiaotian, you’ve disrupted my sleep completely. Stay here and chat with me,” Master Huo smiled, his expression gentle, like an elder gazing at his most beloved junior.

She sighed again: I’ve gone mad missing my child—I see him in everyone. Over the years, I’ve searched desperately for him; countless people have lied to me, and I’ve mistaken others for him too. Repeated failures have turned me into a frightened bird.

The Yin Demon, wielding a demonic rune treasure, slammed a palm forward, successfully shattering Hao Tian’s state of unity with the Dao. Though blasted backward by immense recoil, he had finally broken Hao Tian’s divine art.

Yet Gao Fengyi made no resistance—she simply submitted quietly as Lin Feng pressed her head beneath the faucet.

The two immediately agreed and expanded the business rapidly. Under Qin Na’s guidance, they leveraged the former Prime Minister’s old connections to establish a network of outlets across Nuocheng and its surrounding regions, allowing Qin Na’s gangsters to all profit handsomely.

“Big brother, once we cross Yunmeng Marsh, we’ll be safe!” Xiang’s voice was excited, as if relieved he didn’t have to make a painful choice.

Leaving aside Luo Hou Laozu, trapped above the Nine Heavens, a shocking event erupted within the Qilin Clan.

The Headmaster snorted. “Wang Xuanlong, I don’t repeat myself. Pack your things and leave now—or don’t blame me for using extreme measures!” His eyes flickered with confidence.

Qi Xin sighed inwardly: Your Highness, do you have an addiction to climbing walls and trespassing? Why do you find this so endlessly amusing? And is it really appropriate to visit a girl’s bedside in the middle of the night? Still, he now understood one thing: General Peng’s affairs at the General’s Mansion mattered more than those within the Prince’s Palace—he must always stay informed.

Fei Liangyan didn’t know how to face Shi Yi, for his lack of trust had caused Shi Yi to suffer such grave injustice. Fei Liangyan felt ashamed—he had treated Shi Yi terribly.

Added to this, the environment was tranquil, far from the imperial capital, and often hosted secret meetings of court officials.

Chen Zixi smiled faintly. “Very well. Actually, Wang Xuanlong’s ordeal today traces back thousands of years,” he said, his gaze growing distant.

At the time, the dynasty mobilized massive forces to exterminate him, but the Golden Core cultivator’s abilities were inscrutable; he vanished completely, evading capture. Eventually, the dynasty exhausted vast manpower and resources, enforcing extreme lockdowns, until the “Chanxue Demon Lord” faded into obscurity.

“Dong Zhanyun was fully focused on preparing for his tribulation. ‘Boom! Boom! Boom!’ He felt the heavens and earth tremble—a crushing, overwhelming force began to descend! He formed his first hand seal—Yellow Heaven, Thick Earth—trying to use his omnipresent bodily defense to withstand the first lightning strike.”

He didn’t rush to catch the flying bullets; instead, he turned slightly, clasped his hands together, then sharply pulled them apart—just as his hands separated, three bullets arrived before him.