Chapter 58 Drama

His initial acquaintance with the Huo family was also a carefully orchestrated deception on her part. After she had deceived him, he began an investigation and discovered that she was not the woman abandoned by his good friend at all.

Out of sympathy, he took her in, only to be betrayed by her in return.

A trace of mockery flickered in Chen Xiaodao’s eyes. Very well, he had only felt a fleeting pity for her in the first place.

He stepped back two paces, retreating outside the door, and waved to the two guards, “Throw her out. From now on—”

Old Master Wang Xianzhi was leisurely smoking his dry tobacco pipe and chatting idly with neighbors when suddenly an unidentified object flew through the air, knocking the tobacco off his pipe and sending it flying over two meters away.

This mindset is what the strong most relish pondering. It is an instinctive response; no matter who it is, traveling a thousand miles just to kill an inconspicuous fellow is a blow to their pride. Hence, assigning disciples to handle matters plays a significant role.

The series of unexpected events caught the Eagle Squad completely off guard. Helpless, they watched as Zhou Yi delivered a beautiful long pass, sending the ball flying from the backcourt directly to the frontcourt, with McGrady already having sprinted past the halfway line.

“Anyway, none of this is our expertise, so we’ll just go with whatever you say,” Le Lang told the old Taoist.

They were well aware of the deep-rooted connections between the Turkish Youth Party and Germany. They did not place their bets on the new government but instead secretly coordinated, urging the Italians and the Balkan alliance to “take action.”

The Qingqiu Huayu Sect was located near the sea. To return to the Eastern Continent’s Purple Dawn Immortal, even riding Mu Zhaoxue’s Purple Gold Gourd would take over ten days. Now, with Mu Zhaoxue’s cultivation gone and her body weak, she naturally could no longer activate the gourd.

After accepting the mission, Zhang Quan obediently headed toward the Troll Forest. There was still a long way to go. These days, life on the road was truly not easy. The mission had a ten-day deadline; Zhang Quan could only go and assess the situation, then slowly start hunting monsters. In any case, time was on his side.

Sun Zhengyang glanced at Ye Feng, then after a moment, pulled a magic stone from his sleeve and casually tossed it to Ye Feng.

Yet beneath the calm exterior, it was hard to prevent people from whispering behind closed doors. In Changshou Alley, a family was quietly discussing the matter in their inner room, while a servant stood outside, keeping watch. The scene was shrouded in secrecy.

After an unknown length of time, Sanlang was so hungry he was sprawled face-down on the table. Le Lang and Acong looked toward the kitchen and finally saw Qiuxue carrying out plate after plate of food—some pitch black, others brightly colored.

I sighed, covered her with a blanket, and sat down beside her, helplessly leaning against the bed.

“Clang!” The clash of metal rang out, sparks flying. Su Xing was momentarily stunned. The Heavenly Star prison was sturdier than human strength could imagine. His strike had only managed to scratch its surface.

“Red Boy, I heard you have a longing for the mortal world… uh!” It was inexplicable. During the interrogation of Red Boy, Su Xing suddenly felt his heart race, as if a surge of fresh blood had been injected into his body.

There were also some local bullies. Their circling tricks might fool people for a time, but could they hide forever?

Walking further, they found the place renting tents and BBQ equipment. According to the reservation, they collected a large pile of supplies, loaded everything onto the car roof, secured it, and set off toward the mountain.

He didn’t have much money on him now—only some gold and silver coins. Converting them would take time, and lacking an ID card was another major problem. He’d have to deal with that later.

He often boasted proudly about these exploits, loudly proclaiming them within his circle. As a result, stories of talent scouts and prodigies circulated widely throughout the Eastern Sea’s pianist community.

“Hand it over!” Ruan Qingning extended her right hand flat toward Lu Ling, the chill radiating from her sending a shiver down his spine.