Chapter 68: Competing to Serve the Dishes

No, thank you, I can carry it myself. Sister Tian had her own selfish motives. She had brought her two sons with her today, and she was determined to make sure they ate their fill. With their meager household background, eating a meal with meat was usually done on the sly; if her mother-in-law found out, there would be endless fuss.

She only felt a bit guilty toward little Qiao today, using her happy occasion to let her sons have a good meal.

Hearing the commotion over who should carry the dishes, as if they were about to come to blows, Old Qi shouted unhappily from over there: "Bring out the food!"

In the rearview mirror of the mustang, the dazzling neon-lit and shifting nightscape of City Z gradually sank beneath the horizon. Ahead, framed by the brilliant summer starry sky, the rolling, unbroken black silhouette in the distance was the steep and rugged Taihang Mountains.

Aside from Sadu and the soldiers stationed a hundred paces outside the sandy slope, who managed to catch a glimpse of what was happening, very few people understood the events unfolding there.

Jin Guangyan was beside himself with rage yet unable to articulate a single coherent reason. He slammed the door in fury and stormed out, leaving a sarcastic smile curving at Yan Xiaoxiao's lips. She watched television, washed up, and went to bed, her life continuing on as usual. By the time Jin Guangyan returned, more than half of his temper had dissipated. In the darkness, he instinctively wrapped his arm around Yan Xiaoxiao.

The voice of this hellhound was by no means solemn; it carried even a hint of bored complaint. Yet it made these city lords tremble as if standing on thin ice.

If categorized according to human realms, his strength should be at the second-dragon level of the Dragon Transformation realm! More than that, given that he inherently possessed dragon bloodline heritage, his power was likely far more terrifying than one could possibly imagine.

Yet in that season, the autumn rain pattered and dripped incessantly against the eaves among the alleyways.

Cang'er, stop wasting breath, kill him! Su Conghai's expression froze at that moment, and a restorative energy of the fifth tier of the Yang Spirit realm emanated from him, transforming into a blurred afterword that dashed straight toward Lin Tianyao.

Bai Rong released his grip. Although he said nothing, he still checked Ruoxin from head to toe before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Yichan was just about to toss the bug onto Qingrang when Yu Er used one hand to intercept her wrist. Wincing in pain, she loosened her grip, causing the bug to fall. While Qingrang remained unruffled, it gave Xuanyin a terrible scare.

Half an hour later, a troop was indeed seen approaching. Judging by their numbers, there were about four or five hundred men, moving in a mighty and imposing procession. Being still dozens of miles away from Jiangchuan County, those men could never have guessed that Zhou Rouqiang would dispatch people to set up an ambush at such a distant location.

The man's large hand roamed over her smooth and delicate skin, his hot breath puffing against her ear, yet the words he spoke were infused with a bone-chilling frost.

Just as Chen Ziyang was pondering where this strange ancient tree could possibly grow, he noticed that Instructor Liu, who stood beside him, was staring at the drawing with glowing eyes. Even his hands were trembling slightly with excitement, clearly having spotted something of immense importance.

That soft armor is just too... well, I was too embarrassed to wear it directly while cultivating, answered Chu Jiuyun with a blushed and coy expression.

Su Lingge sniffed, stepping across the shattered debris she had created on the floor as she walked step by step toward Helian Chun. She raised her head to look at the man who towered far above her, scrutinizing his features closely. It felt as though it were the first time, yet also as though she had looked at him this way countless times before.

If Fellow Daoist has anything to say, please feel free to speak your mind; there is no need to overthink it. The smile on Yue Yufeng's face had grown somewhat stiff.

Heh heh, we already know. Thank you very much for your help this time, Fellow Daoist. Let's return to the city! We have nothing left to do now except stay home and wait for the commencement of the Elixir Ceremony! Tianhu smiled heartily and said to Yue Yufeng.

Currently, their scheming was proceeding quite smoothly. Barring any accidents, the most crucial AFC Champions League title was basically secured.

Her mind was a tangled mess, incapable of sorting out a single clear thread. She did not know whether the weather was simply too cold and had frozen her brain, or if, deep down in her subconscious, she was simply unwilling to let herself think too much.