Chapter 52 Chapter 52: A White Lie

There are not many people in the mall, scattered in twos and threes, but a combination like Wei Yang and Shen Yao is extremely rare.
Wei Yang's beauty is proud and dignified, resembling a peony of the utmost gorgeousness.
As for Shen Yao, he looks much more youthful, acting entirely like a younger brother next door in front of Wei Yang. Yet, when faced with girls who take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, he directly radiates an indifference that keeps strangers at a distance.
Wei Yang turns her head to glance at him sideways...
Looking at the interface of the "Artifact Spirit", Luo Yang mutters to himself in his heart with a trace of slight confusion.
Opening a restaurant should be a good idea; food is the paramount necessity of the people. With the secret seasoning recipes he collected at the Seven-Color Peak, it would be difficult for him not to become popular.
"Um... I didn't mean to abandon you." After a long while, she slowly spat out those words.
Gu Che ponders for a moment. Although he hasn't watched many variety shows, he is well aware that once such talent shows enter the finals, contestants have no control over their own circumstances and must sign contracts with the managing entertainment agencies.
Since both of them have left, Princess Ying follows the general trend and gets up as well. Princess Bai feels helpless, terrified of angering the Fifth Master, and has no choice but to stand up and take her leave.
Whether due to a problem with the sound system or not, the head of the intelligence department's voice sounds exceptionally chilling.

He has grown accustomed to the indifference and ugliness of human nature, so he can simply smile off the vicious remarks of certain fans.
Just at this moment, Lin Shishi happens to rush over, her eyes instantly turning red at the sight of her parents collapsed on the ground.
"Ci'er, our engagement has not yet been annulled, and the position of the Third Prince's Consort will always be reserved for you," Pei Jiangze does not forget to say to Jiang Ci with deep affection before leaving.
He also knows that his abilities cannot function underground—no, to be precise, he cannot activate his abilities while ensuring everyone's survival.
"I am going to present you all with a gift to repay you for helping the Northern Pride Kingdom uncover the truth!" Northern Pride Imperial Wind waves his right hand, and at that moment, an elderly man of over sixty years of age steps out from behind the tent.
These two corpses are beaten into the exact same state as the previous two—smashed to pieces, except that the head of one zombie flies toward where the group is standing.
At that time, during the Daoist evolution, a supreme artifact flew out, carrying the power of a supreme strike injected during its lifetime, which managed to injure the Demon Lord Feng Baiye even when he was caught off guard.
Bai Nuan's single remark instantly shifts everyone's gaze to the figure at the stairway—Miao Kedi.
Just as Kim Min-seok is utterly bewildered, Wu Yifan says in a voice audible only to the two of them.
Therefore, sometimes the things you cherish should be well preserved, because you never know which day what you cherish will become your absolute favorite.

Luo Nan thinks to himself: since you dare not accept this gift, I will just lend it to you for 100 years. That should be fine, right?
Just as those wind blades are about to reach the terrified crowd, a wave of fire surges back, forming a fiery shield that completely blocks the wind blades.
After strolling around for a while, I discover a good thing—unexpectedly, ten magic artifacts, precisely the ones lost in the ruins of the Dragon Dynasty. My heart goes thump, thump, thump.
By the time Long Fei snaps out of it, his figure has already vanished beyond the other side of the courtyard, leaving behind only a faint trace of chrysanthemum fragrance lingering in the air.
On the contrary, Mahdi, who is casting the spell, watches as Fu Yi's face flushes with blood, his eyes filled with disbelief and his expression ruined. Suddenly, his complexion turns bloody red, and he grabs his throat with both hands, appearing to struggle for breath.
However, for Zhao Jingquan, who is facing utter chaos before him, the Invisibility Talisman undoubtedly becomes the best protective amulet.
The people around all gasp in horror. Everyone knows how much force is required to pierce through something with a finger; such skill could easily be used to practice the One-Finger Zen. This remark causes almost everyone to gather around, and for a moment, the scene is lively beyond description.
Mink does not decline either, simply introducing some of their harvest from scouting and excavating around Heavenly Altar Mountain over the past few months.