Have you completely lost your mind?!

As soon as Zhong Chengyi finished speaking, Song Xingzhi let out a soft chuckle, his gaze drifting lazily toward him with a hint of banter.

"Oh?"

"Chat with you?"

Song Xingzhi leisurely dusted off some nonexistent lint from the hem of his jacket, his eyes wandering over to Zhang Chunxiu and Zhou Mingli, who were busy bustling around the stove.

"I reckon shooting the breeze and gossiping about everyday household matters with Sister Chunxiu and the others is a lot more interesting than going off to have a 'man-to-man talk' with a kid like you."

He paused—

What the hell! What was going on here! Xiong Qi, who had always been a master of evasion, was actually sent flying by the rebound force. For a moment, Xiong Qi, who had never experienced such an attack before, was completely caught off guard.

Lin Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "I haven't been studying colored ink painting for very long, so I'm too embarrassed to attempt a full-page piece for fear of ruining my master's reputation." However, looking at the complete artwork now, Lin Xiaoxiao actually thought this approach wasn't bad at all; on the contrary, it possessed a unique personality and a rather wonderful artistic conception. It felt just like a black-and-white vintage photograph where the figures suddenly came to life.

Jinqing's cheeks burned as Meng Jun's bronze-toned, robust chest came into view right before her eyes. Biting her lip with a smile, Jinqing reached out and pressed her palms against Meng Jun's chest. Such a bold initiative sent a jolt through Meng Jun's heart, nearly making him lose all self-control.

Suddenly, Xiong Qi noticed a phenomenon that was entirely advantageous to him: the opponent had not emerged completely unscathed from the previous attack. Looking closely, one could spot an inconspicuous dent right where the adversary's armor had been struck, the edges of the depression bearing the scorched traces of high-temperature melting.

"Uh... I..." Lingxiang also realized that what she had just said might have been a bit too harsh, and she awkwardly averted her gaze.

Clearly, these attackers had come precisely to search for this object. When they confirmed that the item was correct, one of the leaders among the attackers took the repacked silk pouch, tucked it safely against his body, and then waved his hand to signal his remaining subordinates. Without bothering to clean up the scene, they directly departed from the place.

"Old Li, the Dark Dragon International Interpol has already sent people over to escort him away. How are things on your end? Any trace of Zhenzhen yet?" Situ Aotian asked.

"Hmph!" Gao Mohaha had no way to refute Yan Qing's words, swallowing his frustration in vain. He then turned around and instructed the servants to rebuild the fighting ring so as to arrange his match with Qingyuan.

"Breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn?" Suddenly, such a phrase popped into his mind, bringing with it a bitter-sweet, exasperated feeling. How could this demon possibly advance in such a manner?

He didn't truly not care about his own background, but he understood that since he was the good-for-nothing whom his master claimed botched everything he touched, what good would it do even if he found out?

With that shameless yet deadpan remark, he pushed open the door to his office and made a "please" gesture.

Ma Dong couldn't make sense of it either. You could say Yu Lanmeng was setting a trap, but the two thugs she found were utterly mediocre. Rather than calling it an ambush, it was more like a test to probe his side's capabilities. Judging by the fact that she had even prepared the money for medical treatment, she clearly had no confidence whatsoever in the people she had hired.

Although none of them held their lives dear above all else, if they could achieve the best of both worlds, wouldn't that be even better?

Turns out the synthetic material of the wooden door was wood! According to Qin Xiao's conjecture, wood could be obtained by dismantling wooden materials.

Yan Fengjia didn't want to bring any more trouble to his senior sisters, and besides, what his master said was right: being able to survive and thrive out there in the pugilistic world was the true skill.

In an instant, Ye Diedie ran into danger, which immediately threw Xiao Hu into a panic amidst the pile of skeletons. Seeing two long, pale bone arms lunging at him, he neither dodged nor evaded; instead, he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, merged his body with the blade, and tumbled back through the air.

Yan Ruyu patted Li Tianchen's elderly shoulder, scaring Li Tianchen into dropping to his knees with sweat streaming down his back.

Xiao Xiner was also a loyal fan of this game because it featured a remarkably powerful character customization system alongside a multitude of gorgeous outfits.

Now, everything depended on Ao Bing. The moment he issued a currency of the primordial world that gained mainstream recognition, the Falling Treasure Money would immediately abandon Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao, actively casting itself into his embrace.