Chapter 119: The Prince’s Mansion Pool, A Sudden Terror While Swimming

"His mother used to run a small business, stewing pig heads and offal to sell at the vegetable market," Lin Xiyu said, making no attempt to hide the facts. "I heard she made quite a lot of money; she was a 'ten-thousand-yuan household' way back in the day."

"Pah." Relying on her superior talent for gossip, Wu Meng conjured up a dramatic narrative: "No wonder his father liked her. It wasn't her he loved, but her money. Once he had her married and the money in his hands, he started looking down on her."

"His mother—"

A Dongfeng Warrior, devoid of license plates and bearing the emblem of the Mad Dragon Squad on its hood, pulled up beside him and came to a stop.

"Impossible!" Situ's hands trembled incessantly. He slammed a palm down onto the table, the corner of which cracked at the impact. A splinter pierced his palm, and only when the blood began to flow did he regain a shred of composure.

Ren Yao felt his face flush. He didn't know why, but the more he interacted with the Immortal Maiden, the more he felt like he was approaching a vortex, drawn in deeply. What comforted him was that the Immortal Maiden seemed more human in his presence; once, when he missed a ball, she uncharacteristically darkened her expression, a sight that made his heart bloom with joy.

"Manman, Manman!" Song Meizhi shook the chubby frame of Yan Qingman, genuinely anxious now.

"We've eaten too; we were just in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala. Our home is so lively, isn't it?" As Yan Muqing said this, he recalled scenes from his time back home, and a sudden, sharp ache rose in his throat.

Where? The man in black was shocked, sensing a gust of wind from behind. A cold light flashed, and a drop of blood landed on the long sword in Sun Tiantian's hand.

Tang Yang listened to everyone's suggestions and followed their arrangements. He approved the request immediately, giving everyone a joyful time, and even dispatched a private vehicle to provide round-trip transport. A thoughtful, excellent leader.

Li Roumei’s original worries were instantly eased by Cao Yan's words. She followed Cao Yan into the main hall and ordered dinner to be prepared. After ten years, it was a rare occasion to sit at the same table; one must cherish it while it lasts.

Qin Guan hurriedly expressed his humility. He knew his own limits; how could his meager skills compare to those of the Lingying Sect? He had simply been blessed with good fortune.

Calculations showed that if they only farmed normal instances, Mo Yan would not recoup the equipment investment he had made for his members within a year.

Because of this, it was no surprise that those with ulterior motives held a deep-seated hatred for Li Zhi. In other words, it was hardly strange that the Li family, where he resided, had long been the target of schemes.

"You... you, why are you asking me that?" Lu Qingyi gripped her handkerchief tightly, truly both delighted and startled.

"Yay, Brother Long Hao is indeed the best." Ling Wu danced with excitement, though she froze the moment she saw Brother Long Hao clench his fist.

It must be said that many had wanted to become Taoist followers in the past, though none succeeded because they lacked the necessary aptitude. Then again, if one did have the talent, why would they ever settle for Zhang Ye’s grassroots, workshop-style Taoism? After all, the authorities had never officially declared Taoism the state religion.

"Come down. I won't beat you." Shen Zhongnan stood with his hands behind his back, his face serene, as if he could see exactly what his son was thinking.

"Don't let your guard down just because Xiao is dead!" Akira turned to look at Takizawa, only to find he lacked the expression of one who had survived a catastrophe. He was simply staring blankly in the direction where the special-class investigators were battling. Akira paused, then followed his gaze.

At the very least, let her be the one to consume him. Sanpo lowered her head, tears quietly flowing from her eyes. Long Hao seemed to sense something, but after glancing at the clearly struggling Sanpo, he offered a cryptic smile.

Once someone took the lead, the remaining soldiers hurriedly threw their weapons to the ground, placed their hands on their heads, and squatted down obediently—the intent to surrender was clear without a word.

The Ogre that appeared before Su Yang looked exactly like the boss from the game: short, upright white hair, a bare upper body, and muscles that made Su Yang envious. Most astonishing was his left hand, which seemed to have mutated into a dark red claw.