Chapter 122: A Dead Pig Is Not Afraid of Boiling Water

When the woman spoke those words, she was still mocking herself. The person in front of her had not touched Zhao Yuan at all, and at this moment, she was growing increasingly intolerant of him. If she had intended to do this in the first place, how others would act would have to surpass her original perspective.

At the beginning, they had not expected Zhao Yuan to have any strength of resistance at this moment. But now, the situation had changed noticeably between the two, with some different behaviors emerging. Once they managed to settle matters here satisfactorily, what to do next would depend on the thoughts of these few people. Thinking this over, they silently withdrew, realizing that right now, they were merely acting as referees and there was no need to involve themselves deeply for these few individuals.

Mo Qian recalled that he had once said he wanted to build a greenhouse for growing vegetables. Presumably, while he was away, Feiyan had helped him complete it. It seemed there were already some green shoots inside, indicating considerable effort had been invested.

But the crops were thriving splendidly, compelling Le Yi to admire them. Next, Mo Qian mentioned terraced fields and plant grafting, which almost astonished the others into awe. Regardless of what, they intended to remain at Dragon Guardian Manor.

Now that the journey had begun, the young master and Qian Mo were on two separate ships, so they could not trouble him. That resentment had been bottled up for a long time, and seeing these fishermen now was like striking his ill fortune just right.

Hu Yang also summoned the production coordinator, instructing her to arrange the hotel or restaurant for tonight’s wrap-up banquet. She was free to choose any venue, with only one requirement: everyone must eat to their heart’s content.

With Liu Yunzhi’s death, Suixing would also perish, but Meng Zhang would not die; he would simply wait ten thousand years to awaken anew.

The head of the family glanced once more at the horses. It was a pity that the horse from earlier had been seized, but as the saying goes, losing one thing to gain another—five horses suddenly appeared before him in the blink of an eye. If only he could persuade them to escort him back to the mountain stronghold.

A head of glossy black hair was casually bound with a jade hairpin of emerald hue. Clad in a pristine white robe that floated ethereally like an immortal, his handsome face bore a gentle smile, as refreshing as a spring breeze.

“Consort?” Li Shuang’er thought she had misheard, unable to recover her senses for a long while. She did not dare rejoice, fearing that any happiness might be a trap.

This put Xue Shaoqian in an awkward position, for he had not expected such a thing to happen. He had thought the noodles would be straightforward, yet this situation arose. Fortunately, it was no serious problem—just needed to cook a little longer. Had they been spoiled outright, that would have been truly embarrassing.

Beneath his feet, countless symbols surged upward. At that instant, the great formation of the royal city was fully activated. The earth’s veins roared wildly, and chains of divine law trembled, as if ready to shatter the very heavens and earth.

“Who dares to trespass on private property? Do you have no regard for your life?” As soon as they landed, two gatekeepers emerged, their voices brimming with authority.

His heart thudded instantly. This voice was all too familiar—sharp and furious. It was the voice of the Golden-winged Roc tribe.

Ling Duyu’s flight here had been nothing short of spectacular. The three top-tier immortal treasures, the seven-colored lotus seats, emitted shimmering chains that curled up around them, enveloping Ling Duyu and his companions. Within these chains, lotus flowers the size of teacup mouths flickered in and out of view.

Old Niu had arrived together with Zhu Pangzi. Ling Duyu straightforwardly invited him to drink, without mentioning the Banana Leaf Fan incident. Naturally, Old Niu brought Zhu Pangzi, with whom he had been eating and drinking.

The Two Realms Monument looked like a tombstone on a planet. It belonged to all humanity, not to any of the major star regions.

Youthful success had forged her extremely proud and arrogant character. Thus, her mockery of Luo Chen was particularly harsh and her words exceptionally venomous.

Hu Meier had gradually wandered over to the outpatient building. The crowd was naturally large—patients and their families registering had nearly filled the entire outpatient hall.

These three checkpoints were extremely difficult; among those who entered, not even one in ten was guaranteed to survive.