Volume 1, Chapter 67: Jiang Qin's internal alarm bells rang wildly as she abruptly lifted her gaze.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw that she had already begun eating with extraordinary earnestness.

That appearance could truly be described as utterly absorbed.

In other words, she did not spare him even the slightest glance.

As for what the truth of the matter actually was, perhaps only those directly involved knew, and Zhang Tao was merely deducing based on his own thoughts.

However, now was not the time to dwell on such things. His next return to the country would not be until the end of the season, around late May or early June. During these next few days, he needed to have a good time and let his tightly strung nerves relax a little.

"Since the Master is not receiving guests, so be it. But what about the compensation previously promised by the head of the Chen family? Does it still count? Besides, our two clans suffered numerous casualties in order to assist the Chen family," Bi Jiasuo said, hitting the nail right on the head.

Apart from sleeping, there was truly nothing else Li Xiao could do right now. Since the system had encountered a bug and he was unable to fix it himself, he could only pin all his hopes on Peppa and the technical department.

Li Xiao had not expected to run into Hinata here, but after a momentary flash of surprise, he understood instantly. Hinata had presumably come for Naruto.

After scoring, Shi Hao did not get up to celebrate. Instead, he lay motionless on the ground with his left hand clutching his head. The other Paris Saint-Germain players were just about to celebrate when they realized something was amiss and hurriedly signaled to the referee that Shi Hao might be injured.

Whether Zhao Dehan was scared out of his wits or had other plans, he actually put away his fishing gear and let the giant croaker crawl right past him. Just as Chen Feng was about to step forward to catch it, Zhao Dehan took a stride forward and blocked his path.

Hearing about this person's bizarre and wondrous journey, all the disciples felt a chill run down their spines and gasped aloud, clearly frightened out of their wits.

Upon reaching the late stage of the Vajra Realm, however, one would have already birthed the Eighth Consciousness spatial awareness, and almost everyone was capable of "soul-locking," though the range of soul-locking varied depending on the strength of one's primordial spirit.

Then he felt a tinge of amusement; right now, he looked rather like a rustic upstart who had just entered the city, terrified that others might discover the large stash of silver hidden in his money pouch.

She was dumbfounded. Her brain instantly crashed, her lips trembled, and she stuttered to a halt, left completely speechless. Yet Xiao Kuang was acting far too smug—just look at those starry, dazzling eyes of his, which were practically blinding.

"Many thanks to the Manor Lord for saving my life... but... where is Kong Xiaowu?" Seeing that Kong Xiaowu was nowhere to be found, Yin Mo felt a surge of anxiety. Given the dazzling sparks and the sky full of crimson burning charcoal from earlier, the consequences of those embers falling on a person were simply unimaginable.

Hearing that their aunt actually considered watching cartoons as a way to relax, Yue Yi and the others were all quite astonished.

Inside the room, the figure of Master Daoxuan was seated cross-legged on a straw mat. Chains were wrapped tightly around each of his four limbs, securely binding him, and those four chains were anchored to a glowing azure treasured sword.

Until they sprinted close, mere meters away from the zombies, the gun in Long Fei's hands emitted the angry roar of death, clearing a safe passage barely wide enough for two people. The surrounding zombies surged like boiling water, swarming toward the two living humans. The safe passage they had just cleared was swallowed up and crammed with new zombies in the blink of an eye.

He Kun seemed to let out a long breath of relief. He slumped heavily into a chair, massaged his temples, and appeared to feel a momentary sense of ease.

Among the crowd, those with quick minds could understand why only a single scroll was being passed down to them, and thus, no one said anything more.

Every time he heard that she had met with some misfortune, he seemed to turn into this state—anxious and bewildered. It was like this five years ago, and it was still like this five years after. Whenever news concerning her reached his ears, he would invariably grow intensely agitated, which worried Xing Jue, making him fear that he might fall in love with her all over again.