Chapter 57: If You Dare Bully My Xiyu, I’ll Truly Dare to Hit You

“Is this Lin Xiyu’s home?”
Zhang Yuequan entered the courtyard, surveying her surroundings. Hearing someone ask, she turned around and met Grandma’s puzzled gaze.
“Yes.”
Grandma caught the disdain in her eyes, her heart sinking with a sense of foreboding.
“Is she at home?”
Zhang Yuequan’s manner was exceedingly arrogant.
“She’s not home. She went to the bathhouse and hasn’t returned yet.”
Grandma lowered her eyes.
The road into the mountains was treacherous, and the distance from the town was considerable. The people within the valley were accustomed to a life almost entirely secluded.
Lin Jie, meanwhile, was wholly unaware of the situation here. At this moment, he had just parked his car at the police station. Seeing Du Mengqing’s serious expression, an ominous feeling suddenly rose within him.
The sensation of standing still felt fixed in length, haha. The sensation of standing still felt fixed in length, haha.

Tu Ming naturally realized the situation as well. He hurriedly took out his Star Communicator to contact Dou Kang, the disciple of Jade Void Master, but received no response, tightening his heart with anxiety.
Dodging left and right along the way, his seasoned skill was evident—he carried a hint of an international spy. Liang Chen smiled, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then strolled leisurely toward the dense forest.
He was not the least surprised that Huang Yue’er remained until the end. After all, her strength was on a level entirely different from these so-called geniuses. The fourth prince staying was expected—he was of the royal family, after all. But what was Jiang Xie, the quiet and unnoticed one, still doing there?
“If trouble comes for me, Lin Yu, will you, Brother Chu, not regret it even if it means facing a mountain of blades and a sea of fire?” Lin Yu spoke, moved to the core.
“Damn it!” Ye Yang, Liu Xingyun, and all members of the Ghost Gate frowned and cursed, but then their eyes suddenly brightened, and their faces visibly relaxed.
The ministers straightened their bodies, all closing their eyes to rest. The situation remained unclear, and no one would speak unnecessarily.
Now, after hearing news of the imperial dragon vein from Nangong Mingyue, meeting Murong Zhen had become an imperative, even approaching him with a purpose in mind.
Ye Erya thought for a moment—it must be that her sister was called away to help with chores. She didn’t ask further, knowing that if her sister wanted to tell her, she would say so directly. If not, it was pointless to ask.
“What a pity! It was such a promising match. Looks like my karma is definitely set back this time!” Fatty sighed long and hard.
The busy servants of the Gu family were startled to see Gu Chenxi, usually never up early, awake at dawn.
That Taoist’s strength was surely far above the novices Zhang Fan and Lin Chongyang, but to Qian Dezhong, since he was a self-proclaimed ghost warden, he naturally hoped for someone loyal to himself, a trusted subordinate.

“Uh, then don’t go home. Sleep with me tonight!” Zhang Yuling said, pulling Han Lin’s hand.
Sange: I’ve asked several spirit officers, but none of them know Lingyin Temple yet. If I hear anything, I’ll contact you immediately.
I suppose only the big shots in the underworld could muster such a scene—who else would have such a presence at one in the morning?
I shot a sidelong glance at Xu Fu, watching as the fiery giant continued to charge toward us, still retreating. The giant finally stopped, and gradually, I saw a third eye appear on its forehead.
As soon as the opening ceremony ended, Lin Shuyou was ready to leave, but Wang Xiaolu would never let her off so easily.
The Liu clan of Taihang Mountain was divided into two branches: Immortal Gorge and Peach Blossom Valley, both descended from the bloodline of Liu Bian and Liu Xie of the Han dynasty.
Lin Shuyou had no more strength to run. This was no storm, nor thorns and brambles—this was ironclad fact. How could Lin Shuyou possibly confess again?