Chapter 67

To return to that thousand-year-old crimson lingzhi mushroom, it had been blasted more than ten zhang away by the fierce shockwave, rolling to a stop behind a low wall.

Chen Chen let out a soft snort, opened her laptop, and curled up on the sofa, preparing to write her latest chapter. Zhang Zhe edged closer, laying his head on her lap with his eyes closed. Instead of pulling away, Chen Chen shifted her laptop slightly to make him more comfortable.

The three of them successfully arrived at the foot of the tower. Lifting their heads to look, they saw an octagonal wooden structure standing seven stories tall. Layer upon layer of flying eaves and interlocking brackets adorned the building, encircled by covered corridors with carved balustrades and white jade railings. Rising proudly against the heavens and plunging deep into the earth, the massive tower stood over thirty zhang high—towering, majestic, and awe-inspiring.

Mother Wang was clearly frightened out of her wits. Whether she had witnessed Nan Huike's methods with those people or not, she knew there was simply no way she could bluff her way through this time.

"I'm sorry." She used an apology to preface her words. No one responded; at this moment, everyone needed Yang Hui to finish speaking all at once, and anything else was useless.

At the same time, she secretly cursed inwardly. Yesterday, Yun Ya had told her he was "heading out early in the morning," but now the sun was already climbing high. She feared his expression would sour again.

According to Dagang's later recollection, Erlinzi had practically howled those words from inside the Santana sedan.

Although Luo Yu had spoken seemingly offhand, the viewers in the live broadcast room were far from calm.

After all, every Nobel Prize winner was a talent deeply valued by the nation, especially one with Chinese citizenship—how could a mere foreign celebrity ever compare?

Although his emotions had settled, the mere mention of why he had sought me out made him tremble with residual terror, carrying the lingering impulse to rush over, grab my legs, and howl in grief once more. Fortunately, he did not explode again and sat rather docilely across from me.

The selling continued until nine-thirty in the evening. In the end, fifteen items had been sold, leaving just five pieces of clothing.

Wushang's brow lifted slightly. He let the matter drop; after all, given the current circumstances, he simply did not have the time to quibble with him.

"Keep talking, perhaps I can help you make the final choice!" Seeing Su Wanmei's dilemma, I did not hesitate to voice the words she wanted to say.

Seeing that trouble was coming, Ju-xiang hurriedly told her children to pile as many dishes into their bowls as possible, then led them away from the main hall to eat in the safety of their own room.

Let alone the heart-pounding wait of the madman and the top-laner, upon seeing the attack completely erase the hero character from existence, Zheng Ming—the very person who launched the attack—felt the most heart-wrenching pain of all.

Sigh, so be it. She was better off meddling less in the affairs of the young. Yue Linghan alone was already headache-inducing and annoying enough.

Yet why would he fight to such lengths? Shouldn't he have rationally weighed the enemy's strength and made a decisive retreat, just as he claimed?

Liu Sanqian only knew a rough direction, her outstretched hand sweeping blindly through the void like a headless fly. After what felt like countless attempts, her fingertips finally brushed against a cold, solid object.

Only then did Ye Qingcheng let out a breath, looking gratefully at Qin Shao. "Thank you." Heavens, she had almost become the first person in history to choke to death from sheer greed while stuffing herself at her own wedding.

I had no desire to speak of poetry, songs, gazing at the stars, or watching the moon. Those beautiful, deeply sweet memories seemed so utterly ridiculous now that we were apart, and the vows of the past had proven infinitely fragile.

The moment this trace of timidity arose, Dallas steadied his mind and forcibly banished it, immediately unleashing his ultimate technique.

The corners of Mo Jingyuan's lips curled upward, his stern face brimming with chilling coldness as he continued along Bai Pianran's train of thought.

Yi Xuanya looked at them with a pitiful expression. She originally hadn't wanted to speak up, but having spent the early morning tidying the garden and then helping Linda prepare meals, her stomach was now practically sticking to her spine.

According to Yang Xu's directives, it featured a standardized eight-hundred-meter elliptical running track, a two-hundred-meter obstacle course, a shooting range, and a martial arts drill field—modeled entirely along the regularized lines of our nation's military.

In the end, driven to desperation, Ye Lan芳 forced her son onto the negotiating table, where he signed an "unequal treaty that humiliated the nation and forfeited its sovereignty." The contents of the treaty could well be imagined, with the most crucial stipulation being Jiang Hao's sworn oath never to see Du Ruo again and to sever all ties with her completely.

What An Tongtong said was indeed the truth. Hearing this, Jiang Bei-bei's expression softened slightly, her eyes filled with utter disdain. She reached out and patted An Tongtong's cheek lightly with a cold sneer.

Even with a will as unyielding as Zhang Yuan's, a slight tremor rippled through his heart, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

Su Miaojing was dressed today in a luxurious purple-red brocade long dress, draped with a matching floor-length outer robe that revealed her snow-white, delicate collarbone. A pink butterfly knot was tied at her chest, making her look both dainty and charming, and she wore a pair of light red embroidered shoes.

Her left fist transformed into a streak of rainbow light, striking Mall and sending him flying through the air as several bloody teeth scattered across the sky.

"How could such a thing be done?" a white-bearded mage condemned with a helpless sigh.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nan cast a surprised look at Huoye, the smile on his face unchanged before he finally shook his head dismissively.

Oh, damn it, where did such a prodigal son come from? Wu Chi felt a surge of intense jealousy. This carriage was priced at 900,000 in-game gold coins, belonging to the absolute top tier of transportation tools within the intermediary system—truly an extravagant luxury.

My heart grew cold. Deep in the night like this, could I have encountered that red doll? Taking a few more steps, I unexpectedly came across a tiled-roof house with lights shining from within and figures moving about. I let out a sigh of relief—it turned out someone actually lived out here.

"I just want to thank myself! So what! So what!!" Without lifting his head, Qin Xuan immediately buried his face straight into his bowl.

Accompanying them were their parents—those two large foxes. Why on earth would they appear here?