Chapter 28: The Peacock Spreads Its Tail

The courtyard allocated by the military unit was quite spacious. It featured a main house with three rooms and a central hall, flanked by a kitchen and a washroom. The washroom was small but functional, and most importantly, there was a water tap right at the kitchen door, accompanied by two large ceramic vats.

The other side of the yard had been fully cultivated, and leaning against the wall was a stack of bamboo poles, left for her to build trellises.

As for the drawbacks, the furniture was rather sparse; aside from three beds, there were only one or two wardrobes and a cabinet.

Just as Gu Yi, feeling rather disgruntled, went to take a quick shower before heading to work, Song Keke in the next room opened her eyes.

Once the location was confirmed, Ji Wuchen called out to the three high-level Venerable-ranked experts. Upon learning that there was an entrance to return, the three of them flew over one after another.

Bai Yao had just promised his mother he wouldn't bicker with him, so he simply ignored his words and continued to snuggle up to Bai Yu.

Having already made an impression on those two men, and having made Bai Ziyan look even more handsome, she was certain to pass.

Fortunately, the large hand holding hers was both dry and firm, providing the strength to support her nearly collapsing body, allowing her to finish walking the red carpet with a look of calm composure.

While he remained uncertain, Jing Cixuan had no such reservations. She had never dreamed she would return; after being dead for over ten thousand years, she was back in the Demon Palace.

The man rushed over immediately. Gu Meng tried to resist, but the man backhanded her, causing her head to strike the nearby door. As she tried to stand, the man pressed her head down and quickly fished out her mobile phone.

When Shen Yunshu was asleep, Jun Mucin would secretly take out the jade pendant, carving marks of love into it based on the imprints he had previously left with his spiritual power.

Inside the operating room, Gu Meng was in agonizing pain. She could feel the doctors performing the surgery, and she felt her life force being stripped away once more. Then, her world plunged into darkness.

"Start the live stream!" Having witnessed such supernatural and scientifically inexplicable power, the General did not hesitate and immediately ordered the helicopter hovering far from Song You to turn on its camera.

Having followed Wen Qihang for a long time, Tan Fengyi naturally knew he was just blowing off steam. At such times, he would lash out at anyone nearby. Although his words weren't overly harsh, it was the final shred of reason suppressing the fury in his heart.

Ye Liushang’s expression was indifferent. Though he didn't know the details, he had clearly observed the shifts in the landscape of the Yi University campus.

The tiger-like warrior of the Tang family hesitated for a long time, but as he saw Ye Liushang about to head upstairs, he couldn't help but step forward to block him.

Moreover, this Purple Flame Tiger seemed to have gone mad; it didn't dodge at all, employing a purely suicidal fighting style.

After all, Xu Qionghua was an early-stage Heaven-ranked expert, while he was only an early-stage Earth-ranked one. The disparity in strength was vast, and since Xu Qionghua had used her agility to launch a sneak attack, it would be a humiliation to her reputation as a Heaven-ranked master if she couldn't kill him.

Seeing Nangong Ran’s stubbornness, Xi Feng was left with no choice. He apologized to the three people from Snake Valley, walked to the edge of the pit, and then, holding a torch in one hand and clutching Nangong Ran with the other, he leaped into the hole. As soon as Xi Feng entered, the light of the torch vanished, and the entrance was instantly swallowed by an ink-like darkness.

Dong Mei nodded and said, "I recognize him; he is the cousin of the Feng family." Having said that, she did not hesitate, walked in to place the tray on the table, and gave a graceful bow to Xi Feng.

Yi Han was startled. Thunder crackled, and a bolt of lightning instantly manifested, colliding with the oncoming glow.

In front stood a young man in black robes, looking to be about seventeen or eighteen, yet his pupils were incredibly deep and vast, as if they belonged to an old man who had weathered the ages, filled with the traces of time.

"So that's how it is." Seeing the Golden Wheel Monk act this way, Huang Rong was completely certain that everything was the handiwork of this person. Her heart was shaken—who could command such a powerful expert? Just what kind of sacred figure was he? To think he could make the Golden Wheel Monk so submissive.