Chapter 135: Rescued!

In truth, the helicopter was already flying at a low altitude. With the aircraft descending another hundred meters or so, it was skimming perilously close to the surface of the lake. It was an extremely dangerous maneuver, but the method Chen Kexin proposed was truly viable! Why not shout? That would create sound! Suddenly...

Zheng Zhilong looked toward Miaoxin and the others again. Unconsciously, Miaoxin had retreated back to Miaoyan’s side, a look of embarrassment on her face. The other monks remained silent, no longer displaying their former demeanor.

Ever since he had seen the stage play, he felt as if he had found a new breakthrough. Since magic had reached a bottleneck, would changing his perspective lead to something fresh?

Sigh! It was yet another tragic story of a family ruined by gambling. Although clichéd, such occurrences were far from rare, and knowing it had happened to Miao Lili made it truly heartbreaking.

Mo Qi felt a surge of amusement upon hearing this. He imagined Director Wang would never dream that the Yohen Tenmoku tea bowl was currently inside the car, tucked away in a spatial ring. No matter how thoroughly the police searched, their efforts would all be in vain.

Sneering inwardly, he exchanged a few more blows with the Golden Armored Corpse. Because the Big Dipper Seven Kill Formation formed by the Golden Armored Corpses was constantly shifting—unlike the static formation at Hanghai University—he changed his strategy. Instead of blindly charging forward, he circled the specific Golden Armored Corpse in front of him, dodging or striking with ease.

A love for challenges, a thirst for thrills, and a desire for an extraordinary life—this was the fundamental reason he chose magic, and the driving force behind his struggle.

Wang Bujue smiled helplessly. Even he only intended to kill He Bailong, but Bimei was persistent, determined to slaughter all of He Bailong’s kin.

Chen Zhenglong decided to throw caution to the wind. Since death was imminent, there was no use in being afraid; he might as well get the last word in.

Chunteng was still contemplating how to discipline the two cubs. The rabbit spirit looked over at Yuan Shilang, who was being bullied so miserably, and felt a bit glad about her own identity as a spirit; otherwise, it would have been the two of them suffering such treatment.

Lance hung his head in frustration, feeling stifled. After all this time, he couldn't even find a girl from the Shangjiu Association.

Listening to the dial tone on the other end, it was a long while before Kunta finally put the phone down, his handsome, thin lips curving downward.

Since no other spirits had emerged yet, he was temporarily representing the spirit realm. When he had the time, he would negotiate with the government to include specific provisions for spirit marriages in the marriage law, ensuring they were not only legally protected but also unrestricted by race.

Lou Yuting was slightly stunned for a second, then laughed out loud in satisfaction and contentment, his straight, white teeth showing in a rare, wide smile.

After Atan dropped the lawsuit, the Chen siblings dawdled for a week, secretly paying off all their debts. Since the money wouldn't be theirs in the end anyway, they cried heart-wrenchingly as they liquidated all their assets and donated every cent.

"Why aren't you sleeping in the tent? Why are you hiding in the dark?" Wen Chu was choked with frustration. Thinking of how he had secretly kissed her and threatened to force himself on her earlier, her anger flared up. This shameless old man was truly despicable.

"This one was splashed with red wine last time. Change into another one." His tone and expression were exceptionally calm and serious.

Compared to his own parents, Fu Si was actually most intimidated by Song Boyan. Even if Song Boyan seemed easygoing, that was only true as long as his uncle hadn't lost his temper.

"What is going on here?" I turned my head to look at Beiyue, only to find that of the three, Beiyue's expression was the most wretched. Seeing this, a vague sense of foreboding rose in my heart.

At the brothers' words, they immediately recalled the sight of their courtyard, left barren after the trees were felled years ago. For a moment, neither had anything to say, and they fell into a heavy silence.