Chapter 55: The First Order from the Interstellar

After a thorough battery of examinations, Mo Qianxun was found to be in perfect health, with her physical constitution actually showing noticeable improvement compared to before.

Seeing that Mo Qianxun was safe and sound, the three of them, led by Ling Feng, let out sighs of relief. "Can you please not be so reckless in the future? Even the oxen I've seen are less reckless than you—you're willing to put literally anything into your mouth."

"Oh, come on, I already told you, these were carefully selected by Sister Mei'er. They're totally fine."

"With the environment being different and our physiques varying, what if something—"

After dropping me off, Qiumei left without saying a single word, while making sure to close the door behind her, leaving me alone in the room with this middle-aged, plump fellow.

This final line was a scolding lyric. As she delivered it, Shen Mingyue extended her slender, orchid-like fingers, pointed them menacingly at Guan Shanhu, struck a fierce pose, and rolled her eyes at him dramatically.

Since our location happened to be right at the entrance of the dormitory building where pedestrian traffic was heavy, the commotion we caused naturally drew the attention of the surrounding students coming and going. Seeing what was happening, many of them ran over to watch the spectacle.

Even from a distance of several thousand meters, that outrageously massive display screen could be seen clearly.

Could I possibly tell them that Zhang Yingying and I had gone to the forbidden zone to stir up trouble, only to end up being stalked and running into a disaster?

Because Guan Yang kept throwing tantrums, Guan Xiaojun briefly notified his family before boarding a train bound for Yanjing. This trip had been rushed, and since Guan Yang insisted on surprising everyone, they hadn't sent a telegram or made a phone call, simply showing up unannounced.

Three soldiers ganging up on a single one—what kind of advantage could they possibly have, no matter how casually they played? Thinking of falling in love was still quite a cunning notion.

Lindy did not want his landlord to fail in reaching him and simply kick the door down, especially since Maomao was still at home. Therefore, he made sure to write on the note that he was ready to pay the rent at any time.

Within the Spirit Realm, the formation of the Underworld was almost as ancient as the history of the Spirit Realm itself, yet it rarely interacted with the Spirit Realm and remained shrouded in deep mystery. According to the records of the Ancestral Temple, however, many cultivators nearing the end of their lifespans would switch to practicing ghost dao, entering the Underworld to begin a new life. Countless ancient ghosts had been lurking in there for innumerable years.

Corruption, exoskeletization, genetic mutation... To increase the diversity of the mutated pets, Mafe set the attribute values of the evolved pets to be generated randomly within a specified range.

Dong Xing's gaze revealed a trace of caution; he seemed somewhat wary of the jade ruler that had so effortlessly shattered his proudest weapon.

Yet not a single servant could be seen here, nor even another living soul. Only the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees swayed gently in the breeze, producing a faint rustling sound that rendered the surroundings even quieter.

Promptly, when the army reached the hillside mentioned by Wei Yan, he ordered the entire force to pitch camp and rest. Although some soldiers felt puzzled as to why the army was halting for a temporary rest when they had not marched very far, as subordinates, they certainly dared not engage in wild speculation about their commanding general and could only follow Wei Yan's instructions to the letter.

"Master, how did I do?" Zhao Yucong asked coquettishly, looking at the middle-aged Daoist nun with an expression full of anticipation.

Nangong Xue cared nothing about this, letting his warnings go completely in one ear and out the other. She hurried forward, paid her respects, and asked, "Pardon me, elder, did you happen to see a young man come by here just now?" As she spoke, her heart pounded violently, though she herself scarcely knew which kind of answer she hoped for more.

Han Lang smiled bitterly, feeling that the big black dog was taking the joke too far. Fifteen years? Even if he were given a hundred years, Han Lang might not necessarily be able to defeat this terrifying source of evil.

Because the conference room on the thirtieth floor was made entirely of tempered glass, and Cong Yi's kick was immensely powerful, he directly sent the zombie crashing through the tempered glass and hurtling down from the building.

Gao Shimeng broke into a bright smile. She got into the Maybach and started the car, driving toward the banks of the Huangpu River.