Chapter Thirty-Six: Don't Find Me Annoying

Su Zhengxiang gathered the pickled vegetables, fermented bean paste, and the dried vegetables she had been saving since early spring into a jar, then carefully packed them into a basket. Gritting her teeth, she took five eggs from the egg jar.

She glanced into the house and called softly to her eldest son, who was bent over the table writing. Slinging the basket over her arm, she stepped out the door.

“Knock, knock—knock, knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?”

Su Zhengxiang cleared her throat twice, trying to soften her voice.

After Tang Song finished speaking, Nan Tian remained silent, his brow furrowed as he lowered his head in thought. Tang Song did not interrupt; having fulfilled his promise, the rest was no longer his concern.

She forced a smile, helplessly saying, “Dongliu, don’t be mad at my sister. She didn’t mean it.”

At that moment, Chen Qingyan’s phone vibrated. Nan Mocheng instinctively turned his head to glance at the bed.

If one’s mental resilience were weak, reading those vicious and venomous words might drive them to despair.

Shen Anran nodded. Most of the scenes for this production were filmed recently in the newly constructed film city, and she truly had no private matters that could interfere with filming.

“I’ll get something for you to eat.” Mr. Rabbit got out of bed and opened the thermos, slowly pouring out some red date and ginger tea.

Xiao Yimo thought it through. If it were truly a passage to another continent, subsequent explorers would surely discover it or disappear, yet nothing had happened.

Luo Shuihan’s lips curled slightly. He had thought Qian Rao would say she didn’t want to know, but surprisingly, she chose not to play by the usual rules.

Chong Ai felt his life was truly tough. Last night, he seemed near death, but after a single night, he was full of vigor.

A tremendously powerful sword aura was born within the Interpreter, faintly radiating a terrifying energy capable of cutting through the world and incinerating all.

The monks silently chanted in their hearts, their regard for the Mo family son suddenly soaring to its peak. Tomorrow would be the final battle determining the fate of the Buddhist sect.

This was why, upon hearing Huang Yiming’s call for reinforcements, they had come at once, rushing over breathlessly. Had it not been that Yang Xingguo initially only required twenty men, perhaps even more would have arrived.

Tamara sighed lightly, then her expression turned serious. An aura not weaker than Ivy’s quietly spread out, instantly counteracting the violent energy surging around Ivy.

Xie Quan’s so-called overseas connections were actually ties to a criminal syndicate, a fact he accidentally revealed during one of his boasts.

Though the Blood Bodhi radiated a fierce, overwhelming energy, once ingested, the sweet nectar did not ravage the internal organs. Instead, it was like drinking a celestial elixir; wherever it passed, it brought cool comfort, as if floating on clouds, so pleasant that Qi Yun lost himself in bliss.

At this moment, Jiang Yang’s once pristine white robe was wrinkled and dust-stained, no longer pure as snow. His smooth long hair was also somewhat disheveled.

“It is said that before the Immortal Daoist practiced cultivation, his family was engaged in the textile dyeing trade,” an elder Taoist revealed the secret. The crowd suddenly awakened, realizing the truth was surprisingly simple.

A core disciple in the mid-stage of the Divine Steel realm suddenly glared at Jiang Xuesong, his voice turning sinister.

“That fellow has set his sights on you. Even if I were willing to yield, he would not easily let me off. Especially for your sake, I cannot bow to anyone,” Lin Chen said solemnly.

Lin Chen snapped coldly, conjuring the Blood Dragon pattern that coiled around the Killing God dagger. Within the Blood Sea of the Dragon Soul Ring, the Blood Dragon pattern wielded nearly limitless power. Combined with the Blood Demon Dragon’s suppression, the Killing God dagger was far from docile.

During the video call, Bai Shiqiu appeared on the large screen, conversing with Mr. Ma. Naturally, Li Ruigang and several others from the Orlant Club were present beside him.

Liu Hui personally handed rings to each team member. At this moment, Shen Xinglou and Jiang Yinglian were also invited onstage. This moment belonged to the honor of the 519 team.