Chapter 56: A Canary Dares to Pick a Fight with a Heavenly Flame?!

Zhao Kuo ordered his men to carry Zhao Dan back to the Luling Marquis Manor. As soon as they entered, Zhao Dan was tossed aside. Zhao Kuo then summoned his trusted aides, such as Mao Sui and Zhao Yuan, and issued a series of commands.

He wanted to scream, to shout, to throw caution to the wind, to figure out everything. Yet, a profound sense of powerlessness welled up within him; he realized that he was utterly helpless against this matter.

"You... ouch..." Seeing him shrieking like a ghost, the executioner increased the force. Nangong Su's expression twisted in agony, and being overwhelmed with his own torment, he no longer had the strength to curse anyone.

Brainwashing him with these words day after day, she had grown numb to them herself. The initial shyness had long since vanished, and the more she spoke, the more fluent she became—most favorite, most handsome—anyway, she could attach the word "most" to anything regarding the Grand Duke.

Listening to my rapid-fire deluge of words, the prisoner finally calmed down slowly. His out-of-control emotions gradually receded, and those vertical golden pupils regained their clarity, yet they were now tinged with a sense of bewilderment and helplessness. He slumped into the chair, staring blankly at me.

Actually, Rong Mofeng was just stubborn! He mainly considered that if he put Shui Mei in his sleeve, it would sway back and forth, and she definitely wouldn't be comfortable. That was why he changed his mind and placed her inside the front of his robe instead.

The magical artifacts collided, and dazzling light waves scattered in all directions. A mortal could never have withstood the force of that treasure; even Shui Mei was shaken all over by the light wave, her fox fur blown into a thoroughly disheveled mess.

Of course, plain congee was sold much too expensively outside. The cost of living in Chengbei was too high, where a single bowl of congee could cost five yuan. Lingchen often found this incredible—five yuan could buy a lot of rice; if she boiled congee at home, it would last her a whole month.

In this split second, the heavily wounded four-armed Desolate Clan powerhouse did not counterattack immediately. Instead, surrounded by an increasing amount of indigo divine light, he repeatedly executed void-piercing footwork, forcibly pressing toward the people of the Yuhua Family.

Big brother took out a short sword adorned with purple crystal from his spatial storage item. The patterns on the hilt were intricate, and it looked like it had a certain age to it.

And the person who caught Yu Xingwan a step ahead of Shen Zhuo was none other than Supreme Elder Yu Zheng, Yu Xingwan's undeserved father.

Her face was contorted, and the hatred erupting from her eyes resembled that of an evil ghost crawling up from the depths of hell.

"This is the legendary paradise of vegetables—the Sky Vegetable Garden!" Souji Kanda, who had also snapped out of his shock, explained to the three members of Sōkai.

Liu Qi naturally took the principal seat, while Liu Bei occupied the seat of honor. However, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei seemed to have no intention of taking a seat; instead, each gripping their weapons, they stood as guards behind Liu Bei.

Leaving aside everything related to it, it was undoubtedly already under the strict surveillance of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau. Furthermore, the method of resurrection itself was a flawed product tampered with by the Shepherd, harboring extremely serious problems.

He had already made up his mind: once Xiao Huo left, he would treat Long Hao and his disciple to a fine meal.

Wushuang nodded speechlessly. Since he could no longer extract any more intelligence, he simply chose to stroll around the ship to familiarize himself with the environment and prepare for next time.

"Dian Wei, pass down the order: Lin Mo must be captured alive! I have great use for him!" Cao Cao gazed at Lin Mo on the city gate, his heart blooming with joy. He had searched everywhere for him without finding him, only to obtain him effortlessly without a second thought.

With a single punch, he directly shattered the pervasive sword radiance, which then fiercely slammed into the old swordsman, causing him to vomit blood endlessly.

A figure stumbled over, nearly colliding with her. Fortunately, her reflexes were sharp, and she deftly sidestepped to avoid it.

Immediately following, two giant red energy rings with a diameter of several thousand meters appeared above and below Musashi's hull. These two rings, one high and one low, completely "encircled" Musashi's main body along with the other rings she had previously released.

These days, the "Dream Ranch" sold nearly 500 tons of forage to the outside world almost every day. Dozens of large trucks departed from the "Dream Ranch" daily, fully loaded with dried hay and silage, heading toward major ranches across the entire United States.

The "Ginkgo Village" in October had entered its most beautiful season. Leaving aside the village's inner and outer ginkgo trees that shone brilliantly like gold, both sides of the scenic road were lined with fiery red maple leaves and chrysanthemums swaying in the wind, creating a naturally delightful scenery.

The ghouls were only preoccupied with scrambling for and tearing apart the corpse of Will in front of them, failing to pursue Tangdun, which gave him enough time to sprint to a safe distance.

Between the two of them, a violent energy vortex suddenly whipped up. The ground cracked entirely and began to sink rapidly.

Thus, they discussed countermeasures together, urgently drafting an action plan to intervene and pacify the situation, while simultaneously reporting to the elders.

Xiao Lan had no objections to this. Although such work was somewhat more arduous, it also offered greater challenges, and her income would correspondingly increase significantly.

By this point, not a single person throughout the village harbored any resentment toward Chen Sanlang anymore; their feelings had transformed into total trust and reliance. They held only one thought in their minds: once they got out, they would truly have a place to live and food to eat. Aside from Chen Sanlang, there was no second person who could grant them all this.

Xu Niangniang did not speak either. Gripping a punt pole with both hands and collecting his focus, he suddenly thrust the pole forward—swish—clean and decisive. When he lifted it again, a large fish was already impaled on the tip of the pole. It appeared to be over two feet long, extremely plump, and its tail was still thrashing incessantly.

The Thousand-Thread Web was a binding technique with very low lethality, capable only of binding people. However, once someone was bound by it, it was exceedingly difficult to break free; it could neither be burned by fire nor cut by blades, making it formidable.

Ghost-Fear-None knew Zhao Guohuo extremely well and was also aware of the secret behind the Ghost-Fire Arrows. For Zhao Guohuo to attempt to kill him with Ghost-Fire Arrows was sheer wishful thinking.

A duration of 30 seconds truly did not amount to much. Qing Zhiyan charged all the way without resting, and since they also drafted three marksmen, those mere 30 seconds were indeed worth conceding.