Volume 1, Chapter 56: Third Brother: Little sister is going to break off the engagement with that Fu scoundrel, that Fu scoundrel is so pitiful

Chu Mian and Chu Xian returned to VIP Room 1, carrying numerous shopping bags and chatting and laughing merrily.

Inside the ward, Lin Yueru was sitting on the sofa.

Taking advantage of Li Wang's daze, Fu Bai had already straightened his clothes. He looked fresh and neat, making it entirely impossible for anyone to imagine that just moments ago, he had engaged in a fierce battle in a place devoid of even a sliver of light.

Ever since Mei Mengfei fell ill, he immediately notified his relatives and friends, who then arrived one after another to pay social visits and offer favors.

Besides, even if he were to come up with this idea, why on earth would Tao Dayong trust him and believe that what he said was right?

Fang Yuan's heart was shaken violently, followed immediately by wild elation. Such immense power might well belong to a superior-grade magical tool.

The young man let out a whistle, and dozens of ugly, massive ominous beasts leaped out from the forest, surrounding Tang Wu.

This tone of voice was one Nanke had heard before; it basically appeared in anti-Japanese television dramas, the kind of tone protagonists used when confronting spies.

Erwa walked in with a large black dog, which was carrying a large platter of grilled fish that exuded an enticing aroma.

Nanke reopened the eyes he had just closed. He was well aware of his current condition; although he could still breathe, he was practically reduced to a cripple.

Then, he produced two second-rank intermediate giant sword magical tools and handed them to Lu Yuan'er and Han Yin, letting each of them take one.

Though called the Guizhou Business Association, it actually included many prominent figures from the southern region. Those people were merely investors who collected dividends without interfering in operations, but the energy that could burst forth when such individuals were bonded together and a genuine need arose was truly unimaginable.

Due to the majestic medicinal power surging within his body, Lu Shan found it somewhat difficult to control his strength. Almost every punch he threw carried overwhelming might, creating sonic booms through the air bursts.

Of course, they hoped Chen Feng's hand would recover not just because of his superb skills, but also because they were brothers and sisters—who would want to see the hand of one of their own crippled?

Mu Cheng hurriedly poured him a cup, his eyes fixed on Mei Ziyan. Seeing the faint, gentle smile hanging on her face, he finally heaved a sigh of relief, feeling as though a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty moves were played. Mu Yao said, "You turned my reward into a decree of marriage between Mu Yu and Dongming, but the Eastern family refused. Choose something else, and I will do my best to satisfy your request."

"Even if you don't recognize me, you should at least recognize this Frost Shield." Chen Yan summoned the Frost Shield once again.

The two of them seemed to share a telepathic connection as they asked questions simultaneously, instantly making the atmosphere inside the ice-and-snow cabin somewhat peculiar. This time, Xia Yunqing also felt a bit awkward.

Wang Wei clenched his fists tightly, which Huang Yangming observed clearly. Wang Wei was naturally furious at such blatant provocation, but he had promised the curator that he must obey the curator's instructions; otherwise, it would be bad if the old man fell seriously ill and couldn't get back up. His eyes darted around as he gazed longingly at Curator Huang Yangming.

As for Chu Zheng, he remained seated calmly in his original spot, drinking by himself as if the people all around him were simply non-existent.

At that time, the ending I envisioned was much the same as that of the official. Because from the very beginning to the end, I have been vehemently opposed to taking the law into one's own hands.

The upper half of its body, being pinned down, went limp in a matter of seconds, and the light in its yellow pupils gradually dimmed.

"Speak!" Mister Wu maintained his patience, having already formed a rough estimate of Chen Jing's strength in his heart. Judging by his ability to intercept the Creator's spatial jump without any warning, this fellow's strength was definitely superior to his own... but exactly how much stronger was he?