Chapter 251: Welfare Home or Zoo?

After listening to Old Yu's words, my doubts only grew. I asked him a few more questions, but he couldn't answer most of them, so I finally gave up.

Han Mingyue couldn't help letting out a soft laugh. Who could have imagined that Mo Xiuyao, once the dream of countless spring chambers, wild and unrestrained, untouched by any tender emotion, would now be so anxious? Thinking of herself, Mingyue Young Master gazed into the distance, a calm, serene smile touching his elegant lips, a quiet release in his expression.

Seeing the two had reconciled and wanting to break the awkward silence, I pulled out a cigarette, tossed one to Hong Kaiyuan, lit one for myself, took a drag, then raised the question about the pyramid.

Xiao Lingyu and Jing Xian didn't believe it either, but they had no good explanation—only a sense of deep strangeness.

The first to step forward was not from among the Ten Great Powers, nor from any of the other nine except Hunyuan Xingchen Sect.

With joy, Lin Han's eyes even reddened, yet he paid no mind, his face lit with the long-absent color of delight.

The desert ahead was also well-known on Feiyu Continent, called Luoshi Desert, named for the stones that constantly fell from the sky. Of course, these stones were not meteorites from the heavens, but sand and rocks whipped high by desert winds before crashing down.

"This wound didn't touch bone or tendon—it's not serious. Just keep it dry for a few days and it'll heal," Du Xiaoli said as she bandaged it.

He saw the ground outside the palace was badly damaged, surely from years of constant battles—the craters and depressions clearly left by combat.

With the six Zhenmo Immortal Pearls gone, the defense collapsed, and the malevolent entities of the Xueyan Demon Array, along with the blood-colored talismans, posed a grave threat to Xiao Lingyu; the Pojiao Golden Shield alone could not fully protect him, as blood-colored talismans kept slamming into his body.

These strange things weren't that strange—don't assume ancient people had never seen anything. By the Song Dynasty, crocodiles were common in Hunan, Hubei, and elsewhere, even the rare panda.

The big man smiled, dismissed the two beside him, then slung an arm around my shoulders, leaning in close. His hand was extremely heavy, powerful—pure brute strength, among the strongest I'd ever felt. He looked like a formidable fighter.

Their flesh had melted like ice cream, slumping to the ground, revealing white bones slick with thick red fluid. In the air, besides the stench of decay, there was another peculiar odor.

"You won't keep up with Qi Qian right away, but you can privately study with Teacher Qi. The crew has many veteran actors with excellent acting skills."

Jiang Xuehe wasn't happy, but she had no choice—this wasn't the time to break ties with the Jiang family.

Tonight's meal was especially abundant: cornmeal buns, a large bowl of pork stewed with potatoes, stir-fried cabbage, and a big bowl of pickled vegetables.

Faint golden light, like scattered stars, surged from Faming's body and merged into the surrounding golden glow.

Lu Ziming raised an eyebrow, silently baffled—wasn't Peak 8th Stage powerful? It was extremely powerful! How many in this mortal world could even reach 8th Stage?

At that moment, Jiang Xuehe was just leaving the Gu household with her sisters when a man, fearless, charged straight toward Gu Sixian.

Su Qiaoqiao mentally filled in the scene of a modern psychiatric hospital, and a shiver ran through her.

She sensed the magnetic field nearby was off—the evil spirits beneath might be impossible to purify, and there might even be a clue to a demonic cultivator.

After speaking, You Tingrong tightly wrapped her arms around Shan Yunxin's neck, burying herself in his embrace, too shy to even glance at his reaction—her face already flushed crimson.

"Someone inside the meteor shadow is collecting…" The old man stared at the figure beside the massive crater, his expression grave—anyone appearing here now could not be ordinary.

Later, Sang Yun thought: "I gave my heart to the bright moon"—wasn't that just a stupid argument over bed matters?

"Let's go. Pretend we're leaving first, then wait for me farther away," Xiang Yunsheng said, turning back the way they came. Everyone nodded and followed him away.

"Delicious! I never thought you could cook so well!" Qin Tianming exclaimed.

Sang Yun curled up on a park bench, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves and falling upon her.

The next day, Xia Fanxing woke early, went to the kitchen, and made Nannan a fried egg—the yolk shimmered with golden luster, looking delicious. She also grabbed a sticky note and wrote on it.

The veteran disciples exchanged glances, each with helpless expressions—how many more of these freaks were left in this year's new class?

Within the formation, Murong Yi and the others felt utter despair, watching the crashing gray thunder, their hearts turning cold, slowly closing their eyes as they awaited death.

Before the audience could react, Lin Ruofeng sprinted along the curved corridor straight to the rear performance stage.

"Alright, Big Brother, take Master Tan and the others back first—I'll help Brother Cao out." He Ming knew that right now, Cao Mingxuan could only talk to him. Though he was a police officer, none of those present cared about his title.