Chapter 62: A grown daughter cannot be kept at home.

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Li Hongsheng looked at the two of them with curiosity and asked, "Young girl, is this your elementary school classmate?"

If he were a mere stranger, he would definitely try to acquire this Yuan blue-and-white flat-mouthed porcelain vase at a low price today and make a hefty profit.

Never had he expected that the owner of the artifact was an acquaintance of his daughter, which made it rather difficult to make a move.

Having been influenced by Li Hongsheng since childhood, Li Lingran was well-versed in antiques of various dynasties, particularly excelling in the authentication of all kinds of porcelain.

Zhao Chen looked her up and down and joked, "The snotty little girl of the past has now grown into a white swan."

"You are not allowed to call me the snotty little girl!" Li Lingran feigned fierceness and raised her fist.

Back then, Li Lingran had a frail constitution, frequently catching colds and running fevers, with two trails of clear mucus hanging...

Wafting in the aroma from inside the doorway, and then thinking of the tightly closed door downstairs, Yan Yue finally gave in to temptation and followed her inside.

Leaning against the threshold, Ye Qingcheng watched this scene, her eyes brimming with gentleness and joy. Although the peach blossoms were not yet in full bloom, everything here felt so much like Peach Blossom Cove.

The Prince of Yu had inherited the title of the elder Prince of Yu, placing him one generation lower, putting him on the same generational level as the Prince of Xuan, Prince Jin, and the Marquis of Huai'an.

He Changhua only felt a deep sense of exhaustion. When exactly had his older sister become so unreasonable? He looked at He Mei's sallow skin, the wrinkles on her chin and neck, and the rose-red jacket she wore despite being in her fifties—she bore no resemblance to an elderly woman at all.

Her skin was not only as fair as snow, but upon closer inspection, it actually resembled top-quality mutton-fat jade, emitting a soft, translucent white glow.

"This is a family matter, and we don't understand it. How about you go to the security office to rest first? We will report the matter to the leadership, and someone will step forward to resolve it."

She spoke to him, her throat choking with emotion, her heart feeling hollow. The part of her that she cared for most had detached itself just that easily.

"I would rather invite misunderstandings. Promise me not to hurt yourself ever again. With me here, there is no obstacle we cannot overcome." Song Jing was also certain there was no danger, calculating the time before boldly staining herself with just a tiny speck of the Heir-Ending Incense.

Her fingers stroked the photograph slowly, tracing the young man's lips, cheeks, nose, and eyes. A sour ache rose in Zhan Rou's heart, and she covered her face.

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Zhao Futang and the others readily raised their tea bowls and drained them in one gulp, while Peng Yibin's subordinate generals immediately let out hearty cheers of approval. Thus, upon this first encounter, both parties could be said to have parted on excellent terms.

"If there is an afterlife, I hope you will be a clever person, just like me," Fecheno sneered, then raised his knife.

After spending the greater part of the day, Duan Lang's army returned to Wuliang City. To the surprise of Duan Lang and the others, Wuliang City at this moment was an empty fortress. Mo Kun's army had long since vanished without a trace.

Be that as it may, after the auction concluded, this mysterious puppet had become the focal point of fervent discussion among many people.

Just as Huo Zixin continued to explore this place, not far from the sinkhole, a black stone coffin slowly emerged from the ground. The stone coffin gradually opened, and a mummified corpse slowly filled out with flesh.

After traveling for more than ten days, Duan Lang finally realized the benefits of following the caravan. Had he traveled secretly on his own, he probably would have died of thirst just from the consumption of drinking water. No wonder two additional carts had been added before entering the desert; the oil barrels on top were filled entirely with water.

The next afternoon, Yun Ruofei went to Junshan Temple with Fan Ye, taking the abbot, Master Zhengdao, as his master, with the Dharma name Huiyi and a very high generational status. Seeing that nothing could be changed, Yu Linyin paid his respects to Master Huiyi and returned alone to Xinjuju Mountain.

Yet now, seeing her desperate determination to stab him even at the cost of her own life, Yufan had no choice but to give up that move.

Just as Allen had yet to recover his senses, a huge boulder suddenly plummeted from the sky, striking the body of the Demonic Eye and pinning it beneath.

After finishing the battle and seeing that there were no more peak Martial Emperor-tier giant serpents around, Huo Wushuang left the place.

"Sun Ze, do not remain obsessed and deluded!" Sifield had not expected Sun Ze to hold nothing back in his attacks, with every single move aimed at taking his life. Although he could evade them, as time went on, his own anger flared up as well.

After three helicopters landed at the ridge peak, only one retreated, while the other two stood by in place.

Originally, Baili Qinghua, the sect master of the Cyan Flower Sect, believed that her "Cyan Flower Suppression" was sufficient to subjugate Yun Hao.

"Now, properly comprehend the power of life and the power of destruction so that we can divide our labor accordingly later," Nan Kerui muttered to himself, calming his mind to begin comprehension.

At this moment, the Black Demonic Flood Dragon King was suffering in agony, yet Yun Hao seized the opportunity, drew the Fierce Spirit Sword, and thrust it fiercely into the wound of its severed back wing.

If a battle were to take place, Lian would have to deal with this spatial rift first; otherwise, nothing else could be accomplished afterward.

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"How can that do? You helped me out immensely earlier. If I didn't even treat you to a meal, my conscience wouldn't rest easy," Zhao Zilong curled his lips and said with a smile to Lu Qiang.

Yun Hao smiled, produced another blank white jade slip, infused the "True Fire Immortal Art" into it, and handed it to Xin Yuan once again.

As the group passed through the palace's jade gate, a faint, imperceptible fluctuation swept across them. That source energy fluctuation was so formidable that even Lord Yun and Jian Qingtian wore slightly solemn expressions.

Wang Chaoyang led Wang Weilong to conceal themselves behind the flower beds on both sides of the center of the plaza to observe the situation.

The Black Wind was precisely a sliver of true spirit belonging to the Bone Demon and Ghost. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, it immediately attempted to flee. Unexpectedly, before it could escape far, it let out a startled cry. Then, three black shadows could be seen surrounding it, slowly rising from the ground.

Hearing Azure Dragon say this, everyone cast their gazes upon Yun Chen, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Amidst the flickering lights of lamps and luminous pearls, Duyang spoke softly to the side, "Brother, won't you rest for a while?" Such a scene was not the first time; deep in the night at the Demon Sovereign's Hall, his brother had been just like this.

A game fun to the extreme—five hundred years was enough to induce weariness. Which iteration of the game it was, he no longer cared. There was nothing left in his fantasy world, or perhaps he was gradually losing the ability to imagine. He simply sat on that ordinary, long street, dazed and apathetic.

"No, I am not resigned to this. Tomorrow I shall beat the Dengwen Drum and appeal directly to the emperor," Ye Zi said, already seventy percent drunk, roaring as he spoke.

A quarter of an hour later, footsteps sounded from outside. Jiang Anyi had already tidied up the scattered food on the table, slipped into the narrow space between the wardrobe and the wooden couch, and observed the exterior through the semi-transparent gauze curtain.

Jiang Anyong and the others led their army back to the Anxi Garrison, bringing back over five hundred Western Region routed soldiers and horse bandits. Jiang Anyi decided to make a trip to the Anxi Protectorate. To advance into the Western Region, one could by no means bypass Guan Pingzhong. Although it had not yet been reported to the imperial court, some preliminary preparations had to begin.

On the high platform, the Tianji Peak teleportation array—with a sudden surge of energy, right in the center of the flashing, lightning-etched array, two figures abruptly appeared. Duyang and Shen Yuerou walked out of the teleportation array.

Huang Haisheng said, "I am going home. Those two said they aren't going back, they have plans." Saying this, his expression turned ambiguous.

Muzi Yun raised his eyes to survey the surroundings. The place where the monster resided had a background that had grown unusually dim, somewhat resembling a dark red twilight scene, while hanging in the upper-left sky behind the monster was a dark red moon.

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