Chapter 69: Handover of the New House, and Old Uncle Zhong's Worries

Of course I care about my grandson's future! Zhao Xiulian said with a haughty expression.
I have already spoken to that vile beast from Dong Qiufen's family.
Just wait and see. If he doesn't go beg the county leaders to rescind Hualin's disciplinary punishment, just watch how I deal with them! Zhao Xiulian smugly...
Unsure what game this mother and son were playing, the onlookers found it hard to believe what was unfolding before their eyes, or perhaps what had just happened was merely a dream?
Seeing everyone looking at her, Run Rou felt her face burn even hotter. Yet, she had no way to speak the truth to win sympathy, so she had to swallow this bitter pill in silence and resentment, taking her seat back down angrily. Filled with endless regret, she wondered why on earth she always lost her composure the moment she crossed paths with this man surnamed Chen.
Then, they saw a massive, streamlined object slowly emerge from the spatial wormhole. It was a silkworm chrysalis-shaped thing, pointed at both ends and bulging in the middle, gradually tapering into a slender form from the center toward both extremities.
Zhou Yi gave his all to defend against Rose, but to his utter astonishment, even though he had clearly anticipated Derrick Rose's driving lane, he was still beaten by Derrick Rose.
Hong Qian looked up to see an ordinary lodging club, and he followed closely behind Li Qiang as they walked inside.
Exhaling the pent-up stale breath from his body, acquiring the skill "Draw Slash: Flame and Ice" could be considered a perfect fulfillment of the purpose of this trip.
Li Qiang felt slightly more at ease in his heart, occasionally casting a few spiritual jutsus solely to replenish the spiritual energy required for the operation of the divine formation.
Immediately, two knights with southern accents spurred their horses forward to volunteer. Li Kuiyong said, "Men, strip off their armor first before you go. Otherwise, dropping into the water will be just like jumping in with rocks tied to you!" The soldiers agreed, dismounting to help remove the armor with a flurry of hands.
The amount falls far short. After all, preventing the positron cannon from piercing directly through the base and destroying the most critical areas was already the absolute limit of what these protective armor plates could achieve.
The young man had decent courage; surprisingly, he did not jump in fright within the ancient magic ring. Xide's laughter echoed. "Who are you, and why are you trapped within the divine ring?" After a brief silence, Ye Yuxuan articulated the crucial question clearly.
As soon as he finished those words, my consciousness began to blur. Right after, I uttered another sentence: "Send Gu Yixiao back to his room as well," and then I passed out cold from drunkenness.
Vibrant with life, a fresh ray of sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting its glow upon the bed and bathing Lin Chen's sleeping face in its radiance.
It wasn't that Jun Yixiao favored beauty over ugliness, but rather that this face was so utterly mismatched with Yun Qianmiao's physique that Jun Yixiao found it deeply regrettable.
Mother Yang had already turned completely pale with fright, her legs trembling uncontrollably, while Lin Jinhua quietly clenched her fists. Could it be that Zhao Kan had deliberately had people watching her today?
Meanwhile, the competition here continued. For practitioners, sleep was of little importance, making these three days a continuous stretch without distinction between day and night.
Yet even so, the defensive power of this Five Elements One Qi Universe Formation was far greater than that of the five spiritual avatars acting independently.
"Are you the Crown Prince's man?" Zhao Huaiyan asked him. The moment the words fell, he caught a flash of panic in the man's eyes.
The cameraman, who had previously lacked all confidence in Tianxin, suddenly harbored a nearly absurd notion.
"You prodigal, spending sixty thousand immortal stones just to challenge me, how many immortal stones do you even have left?" Unlike Jun Yixiao's guarded caution, Chifeng's opening remark left Jun Yixiao unable to decide whether to laugh or cry.
Jian Po raised his hand, materializing a sharp sword that gleamed dazzlingly under the rosy clouds, imperceptibly emitting waves of biting cold wind while causing the surrounding air currents to churn in disarray.