Chapter 152: The Tragic Plight of Su Baiyong and His Son

“Su Chan, Brother Ye, is there anything left to eat?”

After roughly ten minutes, the father and son had polished off everything in the plastic bag.

Yet even after licking the grease from the bag, they still seemed unsatisfied and turned to Su Chan and Ye Cheng once more.

“More food? You’ve already eaten four…”

“Best Frenemy of the Year—that title was made for you, wasn’t it? Delete those photos immediately. If you dare upload them online, I’ll expose all your skills and attack damage, including your werewolf form.”

Seriously? For his own sake, he was actually willing to betray his brother like that. Ouyang Jue was truly ruthless.

“Pack your luggage. In the time it takes an incense stick to burn, a carriage will be waiting for you at the rear gate.” The Crown Prince of Yan gave his final word.

“Well, all right, then. I’ll be your guide. But don’t ask me about historical matters—I don’t know much about them. I only came here last year, and I’ve spent most of my time cultivating.” Seeing the expectant look in Han Meng’er’s eyes, Mu Yi found it difficult to refuse and could only agree to her request.

What Shinji hated most was hearing that absurd claim that he lacked love for Pokémon. Slowking was already his Pokémon, so Shinji was even less willing to let his own Pokémon say such things.

While one side was busy delivering messages, the other was equally frantic. Although Wen Yukou was in charge of the Palace of Words, she had accepted the Xie family’s request to advise the Old Madam. Because she possessed memories of her previous life and understood the noble consort’s preferences and temperament after entering the household, she quietly instructed Madam Xie on what to do here and how to handle matters there, earning her considerable gratitude.

Suddenly, Zhou Tian’s eyes flew open. Terror still lingered in his pupils. He thought of his mother. He thought of the purpose behind his becoming stronger: to find her. He recalled the perilous situations he had endured and the warning given by the flood dragon.

Looking at the jade bottle in his hand, Zhou Tian pressed his lips together and thought to himself, I must find an opportunity to thank Zhou Yan properly later. I do not want to owe anyone a favor. But the spirit-nourishing liquid in this bottle is extremely useful to me right now, so I will have to let Zhou Yan’s favor remain unpaid for the time being.

Vesemir gave a faint sigh at this and turned his gaze toward the proprietress behind the counter. But when the battered woman saw his eyes upon her, she looked as though she had seen a ghost. Clutching her head, she fell silent.

“This is bad, Your Majesty.” The Nether Immortal realized something was wrong the moment he saw Yang Ting’s hand, but it was already too late. The Book of Reincarnation had fallen into Yang Ting’s possession.

“No, there’s really nothing like that. You’re overthinking it.” Zhao Gan answered with a solemn expression, though he roughly understood what had happened. It was most likely another trick played by Cao Dan.

Surrounded by a vast, empty darkness, was she to hide and flee from the Qi family’s pursuit, or be taken by the sinister and brazen Hunter King, Zhao Haijun, and locked away in an ice cellar? After thinking it over, she shut her eyes and hid inside the carriage, refusing to come out again.

The Snow Region—that was such a terrifying phrase. Chu Xuehai shuddered coldly and curled herself into a ball.

At that time, the imperial wall built from Chaoyang Gate through Xiaolingwei to the western and northern sides of the mausoleum stretched for forty-five li, and more than five thousand troops were stationed there to guard the tomb.

In the dead of night, Feng Yifeng secretly extended his right hand from the haystack, seized the sesame cake beside it, and slowly drew his hand back.

Of course, Lin Wan’er had misunderstood this. Guo Lin had brought Bai Bing along because he felt guilty toward her. In the past, whenever he cultivated outside, he had always left her in the Valley of Forgetfulness. If he did not take her out soon, she would probably become unbearably bored.

“You’re the one who wanted to kill Ling Yu. How could Ling Yu possibly ruin your future?!” Hai Ying glared furiously at Vulture’s back. He could no longer tolerate his third brother’s unreasonable ranting.

After placing the blood-jade bracelet back on Chuxue’s arm, Guo Lin sent out a thought, and she summoned the Fire Qilin as well. One man and one Dragon Guard mounted the Fire Qilin together and sped away beneath the energy shockwaves that swept over them without pause.