Chapter 57 Severing Family Ties

The servant hastily acknowledged and turned to fetch the spare key.

Chen Su woke up with a throbbing headache from staying up late, and opened the door without even putting on her slippers.

Mother Qu stood outside the door, her face livid with rage.

Chen Su froze in shock, "Mom..."

"Slap—"

She was debating whether she should go and help Li Lin to jointly beat back this unknown monster.

Miao Ruolan remained uneasy, parting a wisp of divine sense to follow them in secret. After all, they shared blood ties, and besides, with a great battle looming, the loss of even a single person would diminish a sliver of hope for survival.

Subsequently, official departments began discreetly carrying out investigations, among which were individuals posing as foreigners attempting to bribe them.

Mozhu had completely lost the capacity to think; she could only nod blankly as he held the zither in one hand and pulled her off the bed with the other, leading her out of the room to sit beneath the pear tree in the northwest corner of the courtyard.

Seeing that An Yao still refused to utter a sound, Young Master Hou grew thoroughly irritated and struck An Yao fiercely.

This heavenly thunder seemed to have completely fused with the heavens themselves; when it crashed down, it felt as though the entire sky were falling along with it.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw that gray head even closer than before, and he could tell that the person's face was truly a hazy blur, making it completely impossible to recognize who it was.

However, Pang Fei could not help but consider An Yao and the children; at this moment, he was extremely conflicted and torn.

This atmosphere gave Trump a vague sense of foreboding, as if something wasn't quite right.

Given the Iron-Blood Sovereign's ruthless methods, to think she hadn't executed him with a single slash—it seemed this favored consort held an extraordinary position in her heart.

Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention, but Daodao noticed a banner that read: "Warmly welcoming the triumphant return of the young patriarch of the Sanhao family." Seeing this made him want to laugh. Going to Maple Island counted as a triumphant return? These guys were simply hilarious. Yet a difficult problem arose: how should he resolve this matter next?

The source of it all was this medicinal garden. Here, Yang Su could smell a fragrance of herbs beyond compare, the concentration of which was the greatest he had encountered along his entire journey.

Ahab had been keeping watch at the main gate, but unfortunately to no avail. At that moment, he received an order from above to dispose of the corpses of Mr. E and Tank.

The men were uniformly dressed in white robes and checkered pink headscarves, secured with black hair bands.

"Director Zhang, you aren't joking, are you? With over four hundred households in the entire village, it adds up to quite a large sum of money!" someone questioned.

Night Blood's voice was gentle yet not dainty, rising at the end with endless vicissitudes of life, as well as the overwhelming momentum to lift mountains and pull up rivers.

Regarding Huo Qing's handling of the matter, Lin舒 expressed her full approval. At the very least, people could not be dealt with so casually, or else once word spread, the fault would lie with them.

Furthermore, as they neared the summit of the mountain, paths paved with flagstones began to appear, and the structures looked increasingly refined and neatly arranged.

As for Cai Jing's side, a major move was being brewed today, so naturally they could not afford to bicker over such trivial matters and delay the grand undertaking.

At that moment, the Overlord Sovereign was already on his last breath. Although conceding defeat was extremely humiliating, no matter how humiliating it was, it was still better than losing his life.

The most terrifying thing was Qie Rang; his once rosy lips were now a sickly cyan-purple, and his whole body was trembling.

What was even more peculiar was that although they gathered within the same pool of water, they maintained distinct boundaries, never blending with one another, committing no offenses against each other, and persistently remaining on opposing sides.

Fatty San smiled, performing a series of intricate gestures with both hands before an "Imperial" character materialized in his palms. Amidst a flickering glow, Fatty San pressed his hands downward, stamping the character onto a thick tree branch.