Chapter 57: Where Is the Problem?

Returning to the room and setting his daughter down, Meng Wenxuan hurriedly went to bathe and change his clothes. Having worked up a sweat during his morning martial arts practice, if he didn't wash up and put on fresh clothes, Tangtang would absolutely refuse to let him into the carriage today.

His favorite part of the day was coaxing his wife and daughter; how could he possibly manage without boarding the carriage?

Luofan lay by the edge of the bed, looking at Jiaoyue and chatting with her in baby talk.

When Meng Wenxuan emerged from his bath and change of clothes, the eldest uncle came over for breakfast, and then they resumed their journey.

Jiaoyue had her mind set on that black—

Fortunately, at least after the conclusion of this first lesson, he felt that his rate of absorbing the relevant knowledge and content taught by the cultivator instructor was quite high.

It was just that Chris Paul had just forcefully scored a play and his confidence was up, which ended up forcing Steve Nash to take matters into his own hands and cleanly return a three-pointer.

As it turned out, the cultivation technique he practiced was not a closely guarded secret passed down by his sect, but rather an incomplete manual his master had somehow managed to acquire from goodness knows where.

Just as Ye Tian finished speaking, to his great surprise, an elderly elder suddenly rushed fiercely toward Nie Mazi from his side.

Even though it was an intentionally exposed flaw, Istis closed in on him without a moment's hesitation, sharp claws suddenly erupting with intertwined ice and fire as they clamped tightly around his neck.

After all, such matters were no secret in that realm, and after expending some effort, he managed to unearth a piece of useful information.

Seeing how naturally Tokugawa was eating, Matsui Rena's cheeks flushed even brighter, as a very clear lipstick imprint remained on that piece of apple.

However, tonight, "Jordan" had also run into the "rookie wall" for once, getting severely roughed up by the Rockets' defense.

Shawn narrowed his eyes, which had been swollen shut by Hester, his entire face assuming a dramatic and absurd expression.

"Alright, no problem, but has the Han family done something hateful to you again, Big Brother?" Long San asked coldly over the phone.

Directly above the grand hall lay a skeleton with only a fraction of its bones remaining. Ye Chen immediately rushed up to the throne, but saw nothing upon it.

As Yu Ke spoke these words, he finally raised his noble head. With a gaze as sharp as a hawk's, he looked straight into Li Guyu's eyes, striking directly at her fragile heart.

Most importantly, no one knew what color or brightness the magical glow flashing on any given magic headband would be. Should someone deliberately release a few fake magic headbands, the ensuing chaos would be unimaginable.

"I don't know. She didn't even give me a chance to refuse before she hung up the phone." Jiang Nuan looked somewhat troubled. Actually, she didn't really want to meet with her, especially since she now had no connection to the Bai family, yet she was somewhat worried that if she didn't show up, the other party might do something detrimental to the children.

Drinking wine while facing the east, the rising sun shone directly upon that stretch of waterfall.

Ye Yuxin cast a sidelong glance at me and said, "It's not like I forced you to take off your shoes and give them to me to wear." With that, she handed my shoes back to me. The car started, and we headed toward the city.

Because Ye Chen's strength had already reached the peak of the first layer of Profound Immortality, and here, the strength of most people was also at the Profound Immortal realm—many having failed to break through for thousands of years, meaning no matter how much they accumulated, their combat prowess could not increase much further.

In an instant, the corpse, which still retained half its flesh and blood, dissipated into twinkling specks of starlight as if it had never existed.

Zhang Du had perfectly inherited the rationality and calmness of Zhang Qian and Princess Yangxin, while also deeply understanding the ruthless disposition hidden beneath Gongsun Yu's rogue-like exterior, so he naturally would not provoke him into a fury at will.

Having just survived a brush with death, everyone was in need of some stability and thus said nothing more.

Although Tang Xi Xi had no idea what the so-called "usual way" meant, she still nodded with a smile. At least this kind of atmosphere was quite endearing; other teams more or less had rumors of internal discord, but the Zuo'er Team genuinely had no such rumors.