Chapter Forty-Five: “Ah!”

What Iron Man said in The Avengers was spot on: he is a spy, a spy within a spy, and he has enough secrets to repopulate the earth. If it were any ordinary family, Lu Zichen might have actually managed to kill them, but the person before him was Liu Yifan.

However, no one says such things for no reason, especially after drinking. As the saying goes, liquid courage brings out the truth; some things one wouldn't dare utter normally, but once a couple of drinks are down, they spill out uncontrollably.

Zhang Shanshan muttered incantations while shaking a copper bell with her right hand. When she opened her eyes, she quickly sprinkled glutinous rice over Zhang Shanshan's abdomen, laid peach leaves across her chest, dabbed a rooster's blood between her eyebrows, and scattered yellow paper around her.

Chen Wan smiled faintly but said nothing, knowing that talking to the person in front of her would only make her angry.

She no longer knew how to evaluate Long Chen. Should she call him courageous, or simply courting death? After a moment of silence, Nianshang was the first to regain his senses, bursting into a loud laugh before casting a sneering look at Long Chen and shouting.

Only then did he realize that the detestable winged spirit cat had grown in strength over the past few days and was now capable of putting up a fight against a mid-tier silver rank. Just moments earlier, he had ordered the mid and high-tier beasts to surround rather than attack, letting the low-tier beasts exhaust Qianhuan's stamina first so they could capture it in one fell swoop.

When Zhang Ziming said this, he didn't even glance at Liu Yifan. Anyone with half a brain could understand the implication behind his words, especially since among everyone present, only Liu Yifan was dressed in cheap, off-the-rack clothing.

Suddenly, the scene from his dream resurfaced in his mind. Li Xiaojhe muttered to himself, "The people beneath the earth died with eternal regret." Then he picked up his phone and played an audio recording he had made yesterday.

At that moment, the man named Wei Jun stepped forward. Drawing the scimitar from his waist, he slashed directly toward Mu Qibing, attempting to defuse the crisis for Gu Ping.

This was the first time Gu Enen had ever seen Sheng Shiting angry, and in that instant, she was completely and utterly terrified.

It's actually quite nice, a voice deep inside emphasized; this is what makes a true vampire, isn't it?

Lin Shenshen opened her eyes and saw Jin Yang first. Perhaps due to a sleepless night, the man's complexion was somewhat pale, with dark circles under his eyes. His white shirt was rumpled, and a shadow of dark stubble covered his chin, making him look utterly exhausted.

This caused an uproar, stirring a thousand ripples. Such a talent—more precious than the rarest flower seeds—how could he have been neglected and left in the slums until now?

She was indeed feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it, having never had anyone utter such sweet romantic words to her in front of so many people.

Baiyou Liuxi slipped a bracelet engraved with dragon patterns onto her wrist. Though very delicate, it turned out to be a matching pair with the phoenix bracelet she already wore.

Yet, what could he say? It wasn't as if he didn't understand Su Wanru, but he couldn't stop her, and he was painfully aware of that fact.

The Queen Mother of the West fell into an eternal slumber within the Jade Pool Palace. In Chongchong's words, she would be caught in dreams within dreams, unable to extricate herself.

Jun Wuxie was a figure she had never even dared to approach; high above and aloof, he was the supreme overlord of the world.

Murong Shengxiao's pupils constricted as a sudden sense of foreboding welled up inside him. He gazed with a heavy look at the man in magnificent purple robes opposite him, feeling as though an intensely dazzling light radiated from his entire body—the supreme dominance of one who could settle the universe with a wave of his hand.

"None of your business!" Li Wei said, suddenly feeling a cool sensation on her face, only to realize he was holding a handkerchief.

A serving of minced pork with eggplant and a bowl of luffa and egg flower soup—Han Qiqi whipped them up in no time, and judging by their appearance, they looked quite appetizing.

In future generations—meaning the present—every living creature wished to reply, but it felt as though a thousand words hung heavy at the edge of their lips, far too weighty to be spoken aloud.

Mengmeng's grandmother had never seen Wang Ruoxin fly into such a rage, nor had she ever heard her use such a tone, not even when she was being abused by Jiang Yu. Mengmeng's grandmother was somewhat frightened, standing frozen in place without uttering a word.

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Her father still cares for her deeply. It's just that because of his work, he often goes away for months at a time. I haven't seen him many times either, let alone you all," Meng Yao explained.

Su Linhan said nothing more, merely furrowing his brow as his gaze swept past a servant standing behind that person, a flash of subtle light passing through his eyes.

"Alright, then we'll be leaving first. Goodbye, President~" Xu Jingjing packed up her things, waved goodbye to Liu Xu, and walked straight out, ignoring everyone else.

Looking out at the campus of University A, Han Qiqi thought to herself: He should be registering today as well. We're bound to run into each other eventually. I wonder what his major is and which department he's in.

Majiang let out a yawn and sighed, genuinely envying him. As Luo Qi headed out, he overheard Majiang telling Guan Xinyue that he might as well summon two beds so they could all just go to sleep, since Du Zhengyi would likely be interrogated until dawn.

Everyone except Aunt Bing wore an expression of utter astonishment, for apart from Aunt Bing, not a single person had noticed a figure hiding in the void.

Another matter that provoked a fierce reaction among the audience was that some of the participating contestants turned out to be foreigners.

The next moment, Du Yan actually sat cross-legged in mid-air, the violent aura within his body gradually subsiding and slowly stabilizing.

If one blindly believes they are acting for the good of their family, forcing them to do this and that, or even reducing them to servants while ignoring their personal wishes, that can at best be considered foolish filial devotion, or more seriously, sheer self-righteousness.

He was already working on the biomass natural gas project demonstration base, though it was located on his two large ranches in Nevada. Those two ranches didn't have too many cattle yet, and building dedicated barns, pipelines, and fermentation tanks would take time.

With a twist of my five fingers, Liu Yunye's body was hoisted into mid-air, suspended from the trunk of the fusang tree. His twin sabers clattered to the ground, his legs pulled backward by silk threads and bound along with his hands behind his back, making him look just like the Red Boy subdued by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Oh no, there's no time!" Xiao Youyou cried out in intense anxiety and panic, her operations becoming chaotic.

In a fraction of a second, Yang Chen felt as though the entire air had frozen, and the atmosphere grew extraordinarily esoteric.

"Simple. Because from this moment on, the Ancient Martial Liuguang Pagoda belongs exclusively to me!" Seeing their expressions, Zhong Zihan nodded in satisfaction and said with an easy smile.

The moment the door swung open, a surge of air rushed over them, blowing the red hair atop Amor and Ilya's heads into disarray.