Chapter 35: My Foster Father, Please Accept This Bow from Your Humble Son

Qin Zhengyu cast him a glance, her expression grave as she said, "I don't know Lin Qiongqiong, but you, Sun Aolan, I know well. You are absolutely not Qin Shi Huang. Therefore, I believe Lin Qiongqiong can afford to buy that many cars!"

Disregarding the cream covering his body, Sun Aolan followed them to the 4S dealership downstairs. Through the glass, he pointed at the various luxury cars inside and swore a grand oath: "Fine, if Lin Qiongqiong can afford any four cars in there, I will..."

Meanwhile, the crowd talking nearby failed to notice that Gao Yang had already begun to levitate, carried by the purple mist beneath his feet, drifting off toward the distant river.

The person and the dragon were, after all, still young; no matter how much they cursed, their vocabulary remained limited. Before anyone knew who struck first, they ended up locked in a wrestling match.

The demonic energy grew increasingly overpowering, turning his eyes a deep, blood-red. His rationality began to slip away, yet a stream of crimson-gold martial energy within his body protected his heart, pulsing ceaselessly and remaining utterly unmoved by the demonic influence.

If Ling Muhua knew what he was thinking, he would likely vomit blood over such a ridiculous misunderstanding.

Vandervell and Romedal must have been regretting why, in that fleeting moment, they did not choose to follow immediately.

Resources were severely lacking. With the military eyeing them like tigers, He Hao had to increase the population at breakneck speed. Thus, even if this slum was unappealing, he had to maintain control over it.

Mu Qinxie demonstrated how to make the last three types of mooncakes. She would test the first two later, focusing on the simpler ones first; once they were proficient, she would move on to the others.

"You’re the one who’s an old scoundrel, an old bastard, an old rotten egg, an old shameless wretch," Shen Wei retorted. Her words sent Prime Minister Qin into such a rage that he lost his composure. Seizing the moment of his distraction, Xu Wei slashed at his leg. He collapsed to the ground, and instantly, five or six weapons were leveled against him.

Casillas was undoubtedly a highly experienced goalkeeper; his reaction speed during that era was truly unparalleled.

As they passed the Lantern Market, the group brushed past a rider. Zhang You vaguely felt the man on the horse looked familiar, but unfortunately, he wore a conical bamboo hat, making it impossible to see his face clearly. It wasn't until they reached the entrance of the Shen residence that he suddenly realized who it was: Could it be Zheng Yong? What was he doing in the capital?

"You're quite interesting," Kamio Haruko said with a laugh, seemingly unbothered, as if she had completely forgotten that she had been called an old hag by this very man.

"Haha, you've finally figured it out! But it's too late. Your new Protector Elder, Wang Chen, is now a turtle in my jar. There is absolutely no way you can save him!" the gray-robed figure cackled triumphantly.

Good heavens, for the young master to say such a thing at a time like this—it was truly audacious.

Within his clan, there lived an ancestor whose strength was at the level of a five-star Dou Zong, making him the most powerful person in the city.

"Fine, since you insist on meddling, I won't let you off!" Huang Yufen declared.

Shui Lingxi draped her left arm around Tang Haodong's neck, arching her soft, supple body as her scorching red lips met his sweet kiss. A heady, lingering fragrance filled the air, and the friction caused by her swaying body against his made it impossible for Tang Haodong to resist the surging tide of his own desires.

Just as the red lotus seed was fired, Wang Chen saw Xiang'er block his path. Terrified, he tried to pull back his strike, but it was already too late.

Qi Zichao and Wei Zhihong felt a shiver run through their hearts. Both of them were struck by a sudden realization, feeling as if they had committed a grave error.

Because the pain made me almost forget I was in a battle, I was struck by that staff, sent flying several meters away, and finally collapsed to the ground.

"I have a keen perception. Even if I cannot see, I can sense the movements of this snake-man. Besides, I am a man—a demon who has been on the battlefield, worked as an assassin, and betrayed his own kin. What is a little darkness and death to me?" Ye Wuchou replied.