Chapter 67: The Shen Family Banquet

Shen Qingyao did not know how she managed to endure until she returned home.
Every step she took felt excruciatingly difficult, her feet as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Upon returning home, Shen Qingyao saw a single lamp still burning.
It was Qiao Yufen.
Qiao Yufen had not slept at all; ever since Shen Qingyao went out, she had been waiting for her in the living room.
"Has the matter been resolved?"
Shen Qingyao did not speak, only walking over to sit down beside Qiao Yufen.
What on earth had caused this sudden turn of events? Old Xiao wanted to probe the scene just before the shadow bifurcated, but no matter how he tried to sense it, the images he received remained perpetually trapped within the bifurcation itself.
"Well, well." Seeing such data regarding himself, Ling Zhouetian was quite pleased. Data like this was vastly superior to his past self at the exact same moment.
"Let my hands fulfill your dream!" What? Was Lee Sin, the Blind Monk, unable to contain his loneliness as well?
Ever since his debut, Second Life had never suffered this level of agony. He struggled frantically to break out from within the warped spacetime, but unfortunately, the intense glow of the surrounding magical artifacts completely sealed him in.

"Grandpa Tree, how old are you?" Huan Hai gazed intently at the towering trunk before him, asking out of curiosity.
Originally, the few of them intended to discuss hosting their server with a managed service provider, but upon remembering the fame of their official website, they decided against it.
Chen Guang excelled most at spearmanship and swordsmanship. His fondness for Zhao Gou led him to regard the latter with exceptional esteem, imparting not only basic pugilistic skills, but also passing down his spear and sword techniques entirely to Zhao Gou. Yet, Zhao Gou was completely clueless about this domain, causing Chen Guang a great deal of distress.
According to the rules of the show, regardless of whether the audience vote resulted in a tie, the champion and runner-up must ultimately be decided by a panel of fifty-one judges. To whom the glory would fall was entirely up to these professionals to determine.
Yan Huangxi nodded slightly. Since they had not yet made their entrance, identities and strengths could be freely defined and replaced. Ling Hongyue's identity was designated as a follower of reincarnation, as well as one of the protectors—at the very least, an existence at the peak of the Monarch realm.
At the same time, the old man was secretly rejoicing inwardly, glad that he had not made a move earlier. Judging by the ruthless efficiency with which the avatar disposed of the target, he had no doubt that if he had also attacked, his corpse would surely be among those currently lying on the ground.
Normally, a few deputy captains or the third and fourth seated officers would drink together; when had they ever summoned a captain over to drink with them?
"There's no real problem with that." Gao Yu casually recounted his previous conversation with Aizen in Hueco Mundo.
She clutched her hair with both hands, squatting on the ground in despair and weeping bitterly. The phone she had thrown away rebounded, landing right beside her hand, its screen playing a video loop.
To put it bluntly, if this girl continued to put on airs, as long as the Marquis Yongning's Mansion dropped a hint, she would still be unable to resist Xu Ding.
Huo Lanchuan's expression stiffened for a moment. *No, no, no, please don't hold back; you can delay my entire life, I don't mind at all.*

The feud between Jiang Shijie and their family was irreconcilable no matter what. Letting him run amok all the time was simply not an option.
She discussed with Madame Qin the Second, planning to hold the wedding for Zeng Fan and Qin Wan right after next year's metropolitan examination.
"Captain Ukitake, Deputy Captain Kaien!" This remark came from Rukia Kuchiki, who was following closely behind them.
Ever since he surrendered to Jiang Yan, the frequency of his killings had plummeted drastically, and most of the time he played the role of a security guard.
Even if there were only sixty types of gemstones in the lucky bags, and each required three of a kind to synthesize and upgrade once, it would still take one hundred and eighty inventory slots just to suffice.
How could an ordinary person possibly possess such a pair of eyes? Therefore, this Yu Ming was not simple.
In this world, death stemmed from all sorts of unexpected accidents—it could be an unexpected strike of lightning from the skies, falling objects from heights, or even slipping while walking could trigger the death mechanism and forfeit one's life. This was a world filled with accidents, a world brimming with misfortune.
"Netherworld Son of Heaven..." Yue Yuan watched the golden light of reincarnation fly out from Yi Feishi's hand and stood up involuntarily.