Chapter 471: Lu Rong

As the words fell, a grating sound like two iron plates grinding together suddenly pierced the air; the clump of blood exploded silently, and upon hitting the ground, it transformed into a tall man.

Chen Hang saw he was about twenty, appearing quite young, yet his temples were utterly white, gleaming like liquid mercury.

He had long eyebrows and sharp eyes, dressed in brocade robes and a jade crown, wrapped in a deep crimson smoke that seemed light as a flowing ribbon, yet somehow gave the impression of impenetrable solidity—as if forged from iron mountains, imposing and unshakable.

Chi Han didn’t look up, still staring intently at the news on his phone: a big-shot from XXX entertainment had raped a celebrity and taken photos.

After Wu Hao’s accident, Cao Ge, considering the Empire Group and the Wu family’s influence, forcibly suppressed it.

In the natural space, all the ice figures marched in neat rows toward a single point, strangely uniform.

When saying it was inconvenient, Yun Luotian deliberately lifted his arm, wrapped layer upon layer in bandages.

An Xia had already learned it was her own servant who had called the police when she was choking Su Ninghuan’s neck.

She rolled her eyes, thinking: buying a house in the county? What’s so impressive? He’d get one on his own merits eventually.

Ye Juechen didn’t slash down with his sword; his blade merely lifted slightly, then settled back down.

“Thanks,” Xiao Shuai smiled, took the cigarette, lit it, then glanced around the shop.

But he had gradually grown distant from her; this time, he simply couldn’t hold back and wanted to ask if she was truly behind it.

After flying along the valley for a while, the plane entered a relatively flat region, where distant ground showed faint outlines of a vast complex of buildings.

Su Qingyue froze, her face instantly brightening—but that joy was immediately doused by Mu Jincheng’s words.

The fact that HuanYu Company issued a warrant for her arrest proves it—anyone targeted by a death contract from villains must be the best of the best.

She always trusted her instincts; the uncle had goodwill toward her, so she dared speak so freely.

He was originally named Suisheng, given by his mother when she was alive—casually, without care or expectation, an unplanned birth.

The future trend of the CNC machine tool industry is the integration of intelligence and autonomy. This was the level CNC machine tools had reached before Zhao Shanhe’s time travel.

Minos glanced at her; he didn’t want to speak, but seeing Kana’s frantic expression, silence might spark chaos—he had no choice but to become a free tour guide.

Kang Mangang agreed with Leng Qianmu on this point: clear rewards and punishments, straightforward with his brothers—no empty talk. If wrong, admit it; if wronged, correct it immediately.

“Shh, don’t say that lightly—someone might hear, and that could get you in trouble.”

The group fell silent; Qingzhu had already noted down the key information they’d spoken.

Chen Erzhu nodded without a word, immediately chose a safe spot, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating the Divine Dragon Body Refinement Scripture.

Dark energy—Yang Kun knew the term—but the Earth he came from was still in its infancy regarding dark energy research. As a joke went: “There are as many dark energy models as there are dark energy experts,” revealing the chaotic state of dark energy theory.

“You truly have no regard for old ties—you’re ready to break with me,” whispered Doctor Xu, as if reluctant to let go of something, lingering, nostalgic, suffering through the severance.

Li Zongnan trembled as he opened the envelope; the letter contained only a few lines—indeed, it ordered them to leave the camp immediately, from Cui Zixuan.

The old minister is an old minister—his analysis was simple, incisive, piercing straight to the heart.

The Special Operations Group was none other than the Red Robe Army, renamed. It learned the martial arts left behind by Liang Zijin.

The attackers came swift and fierce; the Foundation Establishment disciples of the Arbitration couldn’t even react. Meng Fusan barely had time to summon his great bell magic treasure—but against a hundred assailants, this defense was like a drop in the ocean.

He didn’t think so; whether or not beasts were responsible, he’d clearly seen those shadows—they were human silhouettes.

Liu Wan had been in high spirits, but upon hearing the last line, he fell silent, suddenly no longer wanting to speak to that smooth-tongued man.

She said nothing, but at those words, Cui Zixuan’s breathing quickened. He pulled Jiang Mi close and said hoarsely, “This time, no need for Ami to serve me—I’ll serve you instead.” With that, he reached to unfasten her jade belt.

Yan Danyan was entranced; the bitterness she’d felt moments before vanished, swept away by the smile in those eyes.

Song Yunqian was surprised to see her; Wen Yi was too. Both were startled. Wen Yi’s shock came from never expecting to meet him; Song Yunqian’s came from assuming she was Zhu Ge Ming’s beloved, never imagining she had ties to General Zhu.

After Liu Qing took the Qiankun ring from Duan Tu, he intended to call Chen Long and Mo Li back to the village to rest—but an unexpected event occurred.

Su Nan said nothing; the white shirt on the big boy dazzled her eyes, and the shifting, dappled light and shadow seemed to plunge her back into her old campus life.

That home—the home without him—she truly didn’t want to return to, not even having the courage to open the door and fetch her luggage.

Ye Ningbai felt her head spinning; she paced in circles endlessly. This was truly unbearable—she had no idea how Gong Qiming would mock her once he emerged.

“And I’ve already given you the hint—so now you blame me?”

Linglong’s lips held a faint sneer as she spoke.