Volume 1, Chapter 60: Abnormal

Shen Zhao simply waved her hand.

"What's done is done, and explanations no longer matter."

However Zhou Huanxu chose to view her, she would let him be.

She no longer cared anyway.

After last night, she had finally seen through this person completely; he was definitely someone with a severely derided mind.

Chen Yuan pursed his lips.

What Shen Zhao said wasn't entirely unreasonable, but it was also a fact that he had set her up.

So, after a moment of thought, he said, "The matter you asked me to help you investigate last time—I will keep an eye on it for you."

The delicate young man, this pitiful child, had spent the entire night sweeping the floor accompanied by the sound of his own grandfather's snores.

At this moment, above Xie Sheng's head, thunderclouds covering two to three hundred meters of the sky bore down oppressively.

A familiar roar came from afar. Hua Jun stood frozen in place, her ears twitching continuously, thinking she was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

After spending nearly half an hour burying Tang Yun with the help of the two men, Jiang Liang, the group resumed their journey.

"Got too much money to burn? Don't travel expenses cost money when running back and forth?" Feng Shanxing merely used this as a pretext to brush it off.

Crying out inwardly, a fiery red handprint, fully a meter wide, expanded from Jun Yan's hand and shot forth, lunging fiercely straight at Liao Ming.

At this moment, Han Cai'er appeared from out of nowhere and approached Chen Hao. Despite the cover of night, one could still make out her pale complexion and despairing eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Fengyan, shouldn't our plan be brought forward?" Qingyangzi asked with rapid breathing.

"This..." Hearing this despairing percentage, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

In appearance, it was no different from other tridents, except that its brightness and luster were clearly elevated by a notch.

She walked over to the desk, and upon hearing the sound of the chair shifting behind her, she turned around in surprise to find that Zhan Junyu was still there, and was pulling out the chair for her with the utmost gentleness.

If they hadn't known, so be it; but since they did, she would execute that plan—using Tang Luo as bait to capture a few more formidable experts.

Long Ci didn't doubt Lin Zhong, but he was worried that as more people gathered in the future, various problems would inevitably arise. Should the world plunge into chaos once more, he would be forced to step out again to quell everything.

Had it been earlier, he would have asked. But having witnessed Tang Luo crippling Cao Shijie firsthand, he truly didn't dare, terrified that this ruthless man might misunderstand and cripple him as well.

Mom and Dad were still at home. If Father Wen shouted and screamed outside the door and they heard it, they would investigate the matter thoroughly. What should she do then?

Especially seeing his smug smile and recalling how he had spanked her, she grew even angrier, her teeth itching with hatred.

The control room and console had a total of twenty seats. After everyone sat down, there were still five seats to spare.

Two days had passed. Lang Xiaoyue and Beiming Hanxuan came every day to check on Murong Qingran, though they didn't stay long. After exchanging a few polite inquiries about her well-being, they hurried away. This suited her intentions just fine, bringing more peace and quiet to her ears.

Suddenly, a hum resonated. The blind man and the immortal old man drastically changed expressions, leaping outward toward the distance simultaneously.

Looking as she did now, let alone Xia Qiqi, no one—regardless of who they were—would ever recognize her as Lin Ya'er.

Only a single team had come from Tianjiang City. There weren't many of them, but back in the days of Tianjiang City, they were all prominent figures.

At this moment, both inside and outside the gates of the royal palace, not a single guard was to be seen. The two remained silent, stepping silently into the palace.

After Tong Hua's door closed, that door also began to slowly vanish. In the end, only the door through which Shi Le had departed remained.

In that patch of heaven and earth, only the old monk remained. The auras of the other three spirit-grade entities had completely vanished at this moment, leaving only three pools of blood faintly visible in the forest, dazzling and striking.

Signaling the Quetzalcoatlus to approach the source of the sound, Fang Yuan soon caught the chants being shouted by the thirty-odd people below.

If this succeeded, it would represent yet another breakthrough for them in performing symbiotic organ separation surgery with a low mortality rate.