Chapter 53: The Nightclub Where You Can Watch the Hunk Show

Jiang Mengnan’s vigilance was indeed lacking, but this time, for the sake of her best friends’ grand feast, she had summoned all her strength to keep her mouth shut.

Upon receiving the mating signal from the cultivator surnamed Xia, the Black Pond Dragon King immediately let out a long howl toward the sky.

Even she herself seemed somewhat embarrassed, even doubting how she had uttered such words.

He had some kinship with this inn; otherwise, he might not have had this job at all.

There was no hope from Wu Meiniang’s side. If she didn’t take matters into her own hands and provide sustenance, Yang Yuhuan would truly starve today.

While their mid-level yang practitioners were still relying purely on physical attacks, Ji Shengyu had already begun to manipulate the demonic organs.

Leng Shan said nothing, merely placing the large black bundle he carried onto the table with a clatter. From within came the sound of metal striking metal.

Tang Tian’s Haotian Hammer not only carried the sound of a sonic boom but seemed to be infused with soul power itself. The arcs of electricity flowing inside the hammer emitted intense sparks as the hammer descended.

Before I could even sing the next line, the curse mark on my chest suddenly sent a sharp pain coursing through me, and with the hot water flowing over it, the sensation was unbearably fiery.

“Did you make this yourself?” Seeing the chicken soup Xu Youyou offered, his voice softened noticeably.

Today, upon seeing that his mother was already seventy yet still striving tirelessly for her children and grandchildren, Zhao Fuxiang’s resentment toward his father Zhao Zhikuan deepened. That was why he insisted that Kong Shouzhen eliminate the Shen family. He absolutely would not allow his father to wrong the mother who had sacrificed so much for the family.

Later, when the braised meat arrived, Old Zhao and Old Zhou drank quite a lot. By the time the other tavern patrons had left, only Old Zhao remained.

After arranging everything, Zhao Fuxiang returned to Haidian Island. He still needed to check on his father Zhao Zhikuan to see how the steam engine project was progressing.

Lv Fei glanced at Wang Tian, fully aware of Wang Tian’s capabilities in this area. His understanding of ancient texts was obviously lacking, but that was inevitable given the short time and the absence of formal training.

Although it was said to be the territory of the Dragon Hidden Evil, it was really just like an ordinary nomadic household—only that the tents were larger, the materials better, and there were more of them.

Originally, Li Dabao was going out, but upon hearing that Madam Gu had brought Gu Jin to visit, he became immediately displeased.

Lan Motian vanished from where he stood and suddenly appeared behind Ye Zheng. His right hand was wrapped in terrifying lightning.

The atmosphere on the scene instantly grew tense and charged with hostility. The host hurriedly announced the competition rules to divert attention.

Though Lin Yan wasn’t mentioned, Ouyang Yun no longer wished to entangle with Lin Yan. With his shameless nature, there was simply no way to defeat him.

Qu Siyao turned her head, too shy and angry to look at Su Mu. How could he possibly know when she was ready?

The stout man respectfully lit a candle, tiptoed, and placed it on the floor above. The candle’s flame was faint and flickered precariously, truly nerve-wracking. The stout man already held the black-gold dagger and black donkey hoof, waiting for the candle to die out.

“I heard it. So that’s it. Something must have gone wrong with the oil drum over there!” I said anxiously.

Ye Zhenzhen’s eyes shone with an indomitable light—cold and icy, yet burning like a flame.