Chapter 62

Xia Haoran let out a long breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes. The moment they opened, two streams of five-colored light, about an inch long, shot out from them. It was not until his eyes were fully open that those two rays of five-colored light vanished into the dark night.

The staff in the establishment were accustomed to greeting all sorts of guests and possessed a sharp eye for telling people apart; at a glance, they could tell this person was someone of importance. Without a moment's hesitation, they hurried to the backyard to invite Mother Xu.

Scarcely ten minutes later, countless reporters swarmed once again before the doors of the Chase Bank. None of them were fools; everyone guessed that today's meeting at Chase Bank was by no means as simple as the acquisition of Mobil shares—more than half of the heads of the top ten financial conglomerates in the United States had appeared right here.

"They didn't hand out money today... the manager said it's distributed once a month." Ling Xin subconsciously clutched her coat, where all her money was safely kept.

Perhaps this society was divided into classes, but that was something absolutely never reflected in Wang Haoming.

Similarly, the Singaporean officials attending the meeting, including Lee Kuan Yew, Goh Chok Tong, Wong Kan Seng, and Lee Hsien Loong, were somewhat perplexed as well. Lee Kuan Yew sat at his side, smiling and nodding, without any intention of chiming in.

At this moment, not only was Mu Qingqing's gaze fixed on the courtyard, but even Li You followed the servant in looking inward.

Watching the fatty and the others chatting and bantering away, a knowing smile appeared on Xia Haoran's face.

The next day, Qiu Ruo still had to take Su Yi's place on duty at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so she told Yun Rou to stay and keep watch over Su Yi. Yun Rou had always been fond of play, and after staying in the room for a while, she found it unbearably dull. Seeing that Su Yi was fast asleep, she slipped out of the room on her own.

"Damn! That's so long!" Attila was astonished; he had only worked here for five years and could already barely stand it.

The green-robed man, Xuan Shang, slowly opened his eyes, gave Ling Feng a indifferent glance, turned around, and untied the ropes binding Yun Hai.

"Although this mortal cuisine lacks inner divine energy and spiritual power, it really tastes wonderful," Feng Jiu said between bites, her mouth gleaming with oil.

The autumn scenery of Lingyun Mountain was tranquil and picturesque. Walking up the stone steps, one was accompanied all the way by blooming wild chrysanthemums. Their fragrance drifted on the gentle breeze, blending with the sound of the mountain wind rustling through the woods, creating a sense of being far removed from the mortal world.

He returned to the water dungeon once more. Looking at the person bound by iron chains in the water, his heart felt as though it had been seared in a boiling pan of oil.

"We'll live here from now on. Let's go!" Qin Muyang's cold voice pulled Yang Jinxin back to her senses. As she walked inside with him, she cast a frowning glance at his furrowed profile, roughly piecing together what this conflict was all about.

Although Dai Jin had anticipated various forms of humiliation from Xiyun, she never expected the latter to dump such a difficult dilemma upon her. As a person under suspicion, how could she dare speak up for her family? Yet, was she simply to endure this and let Xiyun point fingers and hurl insults at her father?

She never imagined that her previous scheme against Daizhang not only failed to cause Dai Jin any harm, but instead directly cost Lihui his life, while also helping Daizhang successfully rise to become the grand marshal of the Shengqi Army. This matter had already left Xiyun gnashing her teeth with hatred.

"Hmph, you can't even sleep quietly," he sighed, though the smile at the corners of his mouth betrayed his wonderful mood at the moment.

Suddenly, I felt that with me as the center, a vast expanse of airspace had been carved out, severing its connection with the main space. The carved-out space was the region engulfed by the spreading flames, covering a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers.

The passageway on the second floor was noticeably shorter than the one on the first floor, and there were only a sparse few stone chambers lining its sides. Moreover, the weight of the stone doors had already reached over one hundred thousand catties; unless a master at the Martial Venerable stage came in person, it was impossible to open them.

Feiyu was dressed in exceptionally plain robes, quite different from her usual attire, making her complexion look less cheerful and talkative than in the past.

Clinging to this notion, the Marquis of Lingxian resolutely decided to follow his original plan and seek an audience with the Duke of Ning.

Han Danmeng remained unyielding and relentless. Han's father furrowed his thick brows, his belly full of anger over her previous ignorance, selfishness, and behavior.

"Didn't you contact the organization? Just listen to Xiangyang. Remember, you are the protagonist and you have protagonist armor; you won't die, and nothing will happen to you. I believe in your ability!" Lin Ke was cheering Ke Tian on.

However, the outside world was not actually peaceful at the moment. The sudden gust of howling wind swept up a drifting dandelion, sending it straight into the mouth of the chattering Mr. Oak. He instantly stopped talking, spitting out the fuzz with a couple of "ptui" sounds.

Even so, Lin Yifeng could easily tell that if one went back a few years, she would undoubtedly have been a stunning beauty.

At this moment, they were sitting in a casual restaurant in the first-floor lobby of the shopping plaza, drinking beverages and chatting.

People walking usually paid no attention to what was overhead, but that long row of apartment buildings provided Xavier with a convenient path for tracking.

"Ling'er, I heard that your Hangzhou is going to hold another battle of life and death. It seems I've arrived at a truly opportune moment," Cha Ruling remarked as he gazed at Shangguan Ling, who was sitting gracefully and sipping tea.

The young cadre finally came to his senses after that kick, a fresh layer of dense sweat breaking out across his brow. Thinking back, he felt a lingering fear: Why the hell was I flapping my jaws so much? The young cadre desperately wished he could find some linen thread and sew his mouth shut.

With a single sword strike, he blocked thousands of palm prints, producing a sound that shook the heavens. The noise reverberated throughout the entire flower boat, leaving people wondering where the deafening sound had originated from. The most shocked of all were Gu Buque and his party outside the pavilion; they stared with wide eyes toward the roof of the pavilion, intensely eager to know what on earth had happened.

"Don't say anymore, I don't blame you!" Zhang Yuhan said calmly. She had already figured it out last night—this matter could not be blamed on anyone else; if blame was due, she could only blame herself for being too conceited.

Realizing the nature of that unconscious glance, the head nurse let out a long breath. She was still stunned by that look and filled with heartfelt admiration for this massive teenage soldier—so manly, truly so manly.

"Then I'll be leaving." Watching Huyan Xu's retreating back, a trace of sinister coldness flashed through Zhang Yuan's eyes.

At this moment, Shenxing Wuji once again felt the sinister nature of the human heart. Looking back, seeing that Ye Yuhuan still wore a slightly dazed expression, he could not help but grasp her hand. A wave of warmth surged through, and Ye Yuhuan, who had felt somewhat chilled all over, instantly felt much more comfortable.