Chapter 53: Do You Think I’m Good Enough?

"Xiyu has been sensible since she was little, unlike the younger one here, who only knows how to get on my nerves."

These words were pleasing to the ear, and Chen Xiulan’s anger visibly faded, replaced by a smile.

“My grades are good too,” Xu Yi muttered, unwilling to concede.

“Yes, our little Yi is very clever as well. He started school at five,” Lin Xiyu gave Gu Bin an approving glance and pulled her younger brother out from behind him.

“Five years old, that’s—”

Xing Ziyue watched the chief walk into the house, a faint trace of sorrow flickering in her eyes. She began to inspect the scene outside, searching for footprints and other clues, but her attention seemed divided, and she deliberately kept her distance from that house, glancing at it from time to time.

Due to the extreme ground temperature, the frozen volcanic rats thawed quickly after hitting the ground.

Shangguan Yun was also unwilling to fall behind. Without the urging of the Three Heroes of Jincheng, she followed closely behind Nangong Po into the courtyard.

Seeing that Bing Leurong had nothing more to say, Bear didn’t spare him another glance. After all, it was none of his business.

This time, both of them had already set aside thoughts of life and death. Though Du Hui’s arrival shocked them, it did not frighten them into despair.

The audience below the stage shouted one after another; their hearts, which had once looked down upon that person, were now repeatedly astonished and silenced.

A few days later, Yu Weiyan took Song Yan out as planned. In a secluded spot outside the city, she staged a show with Song Yan, perfectly scripted for the shadow division members who just happened to be nearby. What those shadow division agents saw was nothing but a carefully choreographed display of affection.

Nangong Yan sensed the change in Xing Tianyu. Suddenly, she kissed him, her full chest pressing against him. Her passion reignited his desire, and with a swift movement, Xing Tianyu pinned her beneath him once more.

The higher a phantasmist’s level rises, the harder it becomes and the longer it takes. It had cost him so much time and effort to rise from level four to five, and now, in less than a night, he had dropped a level.

As he walked away, Naruto looked back and unexpectedly saw the emblem of the Fan Clan, still sitting there, stealing the spotlight.

Li Mochou, seeing that Huang Rong had arrived, furrowed her brows, then smiled slightly: “So it’s Leader Huang. I’ve long heard of your fame, but didn’t expect to meet you here today.” She didn’t want to offend the leader of the world’s greatest sect and thought it best to leave now and find another chance to kill Yang Gang and Lu Wushuang.

Thus, Robinson smoothly cut down a career-high 71 points; his second-highest was only 43.

Jiang Donghuan waited quietly for Hwang Miyoung to appear; he had much he wanted to say to her.

They were elusive, always maintaining single-line contact. When they appeared, they were masked and cloaked, their identities concealed, addressed only by code names.

Now, although there was just a single drop of the true yin-yang water, one drop was enough. It was sufficient to trigger a transformative leap in the treasure bodies and manifestations of anyone present possessing them.

“The report finally came in. This mysterious young man in black is Xiao Fan—the one who decimated the Eight Directions Legion and then wiped out the entire Crown Prince’s Faction,” said the dark-faced general, his tone suddenly bitter.

Yang Gang had gone to bed fully dressed. Recognizing the familiar voice, he leapt up and opened the door, only to see Lin Chaoying standing outside, her face fresh as morning dew, smiling brightly.

Chu Liuxian had no idea how anxious Chen Guanhai and Lin Canghai were after they returned home from their encounter at the mountain gate that day.

Wu Yanluo’s once jade-like skin now appeared dull, as though covered by a layer of ash, losing its former allure.

“If you leave in the future, what will happen to Irene and her child?” François suddenly asked another question.

No matter what kind of firepower he faced, he could not be destroyed. He would always tenaciously reassemble his body over and over again. More and more team members broke down in horror before this spectacle, as if fighting a ghost—an enemy that simply could not be vanquished.