Volume One, Chapter 59: The Chicken-Killing Maiden

"This year? Who are you trying to fool?"

Xiangyu showed not a trace of joy, but rather a hint of worry.

"There's no telling what state my dad's illness will be in this year!"

Wang Dong's heart tightened.

"Didn't we say it's just hepatitis? While it's impossible for him to get well overnight, surely..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xiangyu grabbed him fiercely by the collar.

"You lied to me!"

Meanwhile, in the outside world, a pillar of golden light soared straight into the sky, crackling with countless bolts of thunder. Along with the appearance of the golden light, a massive typhoon emerged.

The button attached to Zhang Xiao's body began to vibrate silently and rhythmically. Startled for a moment, Zhang Xiao immediately realized this must be the signal Abdul mentioned earlier to notify all guards.

Furthermore, knowing full well that if Foxfire Kinjimon were discovered by the enemy, all intelligence of the Straw Hat Alliance could potentially be exposed, the Straw Hat Alliance still refrained from silencing him. This in itself showed they had treated the samurai quite fairly.

The foolish fellow, having finished burning the paper money, was just about to leave when he looked back and saw his mother covered in white hair, weeping miserably and asking why he no longer wanted her, why he would abandon his own mother just to listen to the words of that wicked Taoist.

With a deafening crash, Yinniang was sent flying from a direct kick, slamming violently into the gloomy giant boulders flanking the Road to the Underworld.

Lindi prepared to devote half of each day to this research. As for the remaining half, a portion would be used to study new witchcraft, while the rest would be focused on elevating his spiritual power—after all, spiritual power was the foundation of any wizard.

Don't let the big black dog's foodie nature fool you; in front of Lan Ze, it looked utterly silly and adorable. But Lan Ze knew this was only because it was him standing before the creature. If it were anyone else, or an enemy, it would be a completely different story.

There was some good news, too: Jeong Hyung-don had returned to two of his programs and taken on a new one. Well, that was the sort of thing that made the author feel a bit doubtful about their choices. Sometimes the author wondered if choosing the South Korean entertainment industry as a theme was a mistake.

Although the kick seemed deceptively light, the entire pirate ship instantly sank several meters. Under the immense impact, the vessel began to break apart and scatter, while the pirates standing on the deck were all sent flying through the air.

Within a bizarre and peculiar space, the projection of the Angel of Destruction and Kaila, the Angel of Light and Darkness, gazed with solemn expressions at this space filled entirely with seawater and the massive island situated right at its center.

"A fine sapling..." Xiao Yue gazed at Xing Wuhai ahead, nodding inwardly. With a flick of his finger, a tiny speck of golden light shot from his fingertip straight into Xing Wuhai's mind.

"Then how did you guys escape? And how on earth did you end up in Henan doing this kind of work?" I asked, puzzled.

Wang Chen failed time and time again, yet he refused to be discouraged. Through each successive failure, he seemed to gradually grasp the trick of it. In other words, if he just tried a few more times, he might actually manage to crack Dora's innate ability and pinpoint her location.

Then, the man continued, "Miss Murong needs to rest properly for now. Tell me once you've made up your mind." With that, he turned around and walked out of the cave.

After lasting for a few seconds, Mo Juqin's lips suddenly twitched, and just a moment later, she burst into loud laughter.

The luxury car Chen Xuezhi drove wasn't bought with her own money; rather, Wang Chen had given it to her as a gift.

Unexpectedly, the slithering slender sword took the opportunity to crawl a short distance along the large iron wok, slipping in from the rim to strike directly at Ye Haochuan's forehead.

Lately, the cult had indeed made some moves, launching a few successive surprise attacks. However, they seemed to be merely probing actions, and all of them were beaten back by our forces.

Because of the distance, Yanzhen could not see the struggle of Yan Yinyi, Yan Tongyi, and the others, but he knew for certain that their Golden Eagle and Silver Swallow Formation would inevitably be destroyed by the Fire Crown Prince. Yanzhen could easily picture Yan Yinyi and Yan Tongyi meeting their deaths at the hands of the Fire Crown Prince.