Chapter 42: Searching for Someone!

Wang Hao gasped in shock! Good heavens, those legs—unbelievable! A decade of pleasure would not be too much! Wang Hao was utterly perplexed, unable to comprehend the situation. What was wrong with this world? Why would a woman of such caliber be by the side of a country bumpkin like Chen Fan? For what reason? Wouldn’t it be better for her to be with a wealthy man like him?

Doctor Ju, deep down, was reluctant to go in, feeling that he shouldn’t get too involved in this matter. He thought that since he had discovered it, he ought to report directly to His Highness, rather than get entangled with Lady Bo, as if he were working for her. Seeing Shiyao’s demeanor, Shui Xizhi said nothing, only smiling faintly. By now, he truly believed that Shiyao had left home without money. Still, this was a perfect opportunity for him.

The Mountain Goat clan was the latest model for its transformation efforts, and now, brimming with energy, there would be no flaws in its disguise. This festival, which holds no traditional significance for Chinese people, is beloved worldwide for its fairytale atmosphere.

Four years ago, his severe injury had nearly been fatal; though he recovered, his body’s capabilities inevitably declined. Ditto gazed at the Fire Lion clan ahead, memories flickering through its mind like a slideshow. Upon hearing the words, Xiao Yan’s eyes shone with a sudden gleam; without even pausing to thank him, he took the item at once, then hesitated and solemnly thanked Wu Shaoqi. Yet Xiao Yan was certain that even if there were loopholes, the hospital would do everything to keep it under wraps.

Yin Shuying had chased after him, made him her everything, and so he never imagined he would lose her. Because he never considered loss, he had not cherished her enough. “Don’t do that anymore. If you need anything, just call me,” Yanyue suddenly said softly. Han Feng nodded to show he understood, feeling that Qiang had changed quite a bit—though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how, there was something unsettling about it.

After all, the Bai family was one of Macau’s five great clans, with wealth beyond ordinary imagination; even a mere one percent was an astonishing figure. After refining for half a day, Liutian left the Holy Tower to spend time with his family, only returning there at night.

Cao Dong’s body suddenly went cold, as if stared down by a terrifying being; his breathing grew labored and cold sweat drenched his back. Listening to Dr. Sun’s words, Prince Cheng couldn’t help but be greatly surprised, a hint of delight flashing in his eyes. His raised hand slowly lowered.

Beijing, once the capital of Huaxia Nation two centuries ago, had now become one of the country’s four great corpse cities—and the one with the largest zombie population.

Under the blessing of their formation, the soldiers grew even stronger, their speed increasing noticeably. The exhibition hall’s restrooms were not far from their booth; two minutes’ walk, just enough to hide before the crowds arrived at the event’s opening. Back then, when that man stormed into the Buddhist sanctuary, even the Buddha Emperor didn’t intervene—proof that his strength was enough to make the Buddha Emperor wary.

Of course, Lankai’s scenes weren’t particularly comedic—harmless, one might say. “Mother, Mother!” the second prince crawled toward them in despair, but with a gesture from Minister Qin, someone stopped him. The cult leader was unafraid, weaving left and right; with a deft twist and pull, he evaded the primordial attack.

Su Yang pushed the lane and tower directly, while Lang Ziyan’s Star Child rushed over, restoring his health to full. Yan Ming suddenly clenched the micro-battery in his hand; when he released it again, it had become a heap of scrap metal, falling to the ground. At that moment, Yan Ming experienced a breakthrough: his cells underwent a new transformation, and the faint light they emitted gradually grew brighter.