Chapter 30: Homeward Bound!

When he finished speaking, Chen Fan shuddered. However, the man in white seemed to have no intention of making a move, which allowed Chen Fan to relax his guard.

"Chen Fan, my folding fan must be in your possession, isn't it?"
"Nangong Tian bought it and gave it to you, correct?"

These words caused everyone...

The gentleman's remarks greatly satisfied the viewers in the livestream; they had long been annoyed by Domineering, and just now Domineering had sent a Treasure Map, so Red Hair's fans hadn't cursed him.

Ming Hanfeng frowned; he seemed to sense a terribly unstable force raging within the Earthspring.

This time, Bark Bark Bark was teaming up with the gentleman against Zhou Xing. Logically, these major streamers should be supporting them.

At the thousand-meter boundary, ruined iron nets were everywhere, entwined with dried vines.

Although I had reached a similar conclusion myself, hearing his cry made me tremble uncontrollably. The excitement of the old scientist ahead confirmed my judgment.

"If you're going to Qiang, why not bring more people?" Cang Wensheng knew he couldn't dissuade Cang Jiuyao, so he stopped trying. Seeing she only brought Baihua, whose martial skills were not particularly outstanding, he couldn't help but worry.

Over in Wen County, the completion rate of the nine-year compulsory education was only about fifty percent; few attended school, so topping the class wasn't a difficult feat.

Gao Yuan was deeply moved. Feifei truly was considerate—her actions had been a tremendous help to him. Now his only headache was Lin Jiao.

Worm endured the pain and activated the Sublimation Pearl. A flash of golden light eased his suffering somewhat. He tried to steady himself, but the spatial turbulence here was so fierce that he couldn't stop at all.

When others looked over, what use was past brilliance? A single stain could plunge her into hell.

"President Ou, would you like to dive with us?" Zhuo Ling invited warmly. Since he said he was here to greet them, Zhuo Ling would treat him courteously.

Meng Xia paused at his words. Indeed, popcorn could distinguish unusual objects.

The village was small; Chu Jiu hadn't expected Zuo Lang to go to such lengths to make this thing. She felt a bit helpless, but still sat down obediently.

A scream sent the Jiang residence into chaos. Some, sensing danger, fled immediately; others trembled as they reported to the authorities. Such a grave extermination could not be concealed—especially since this was the Jiang residence.

He had been in seclusion for a long time and felt stifled. It was the perfect opportunity to visit the Hall of Merit to claim treasures and techniques.

Truth be told, even if he hadn't asked, Chu Jiu would have helped him. After all, since she had taken him in, they were family; helping him would do her no harm.

Yang Mengmeng shot Xiang Ming a glare: "Auntie, I'm in the middle of a fight, and you're spectating! You even brought sunflower seeds, fruit, drinks, and a whole platter of fragrant steak and lamb skewers."

He had gathered so many Red Sun Stones simply out of desperation, chasing a last hope. Unexpectedly, Qin Ming brought Lin Jing back the next day, which astonished and touched him deeply.

His words were harsh; even Yang Sixian, accustomed to mocking others, couldn't take it. Her face went pale, and tears welled up in her eyes.

He immediately contacted Nanhua and arranged for troops to move toward Huo Liang City, coordinating with Meng Yi and Meng Er.

Moreover, Wei Xiaodong broke through another cycle in his cultivation of the Profound Spirit technique that day. He wondered if new skills or ancient formulas had appeared. Tonight, he planned to find a quiet place and cultivate again. Wei Xiaodong told himself.

Her ice-blue hair fell naturally, hiding her chest, with shimmering droplets hanging from the tips—like the tears of the ocean.