Her family's dutiful little bird was once a human.

Liu Yi was pondering that perhaps she would need to shed some blood to assert herself, but unexpectedly, a squad of mercenaries came charging through to clear the way.

She had just pulled Liang Zuan aside when she saw a modified black armored vehicle slowly drive past.

The windows were made of a special kind of glass, invisible to ordinary people, yet it could not hide from her vertical pupils. Taking advantage of the cover provided by her backpack, she retrieved a pair of sunglasses from her space and put them on.

Her golden vertical pupils were busy gossiping.

Heh heh.

However, he had changed from a handsome young man in his prime to a white-haired elder well past sixty.

Shen Yun’s face turned pale, her breath quickened. She gave Cao Liangse a weak smile and collapsed onto the chaise lounge.

Xiao Yunfei and Chen Guang exchanged a few more words, but Chen Guang firmly refused. Xiao Yunfei did not wish to waste any more time, so after thinking it over, he decided to accept it as it was, sending Chen Guang off first. Otherwise, many matters truly could not be handled.

Lu Linlang, these days on the ship, continued to practice the martial arts taught by Master Tong, feeling her internal strength had advanced considerably. She proposed a contest of agility with Li Tianqi. As her internal strength was not equal to Li Tianqi’s, he allowed her to start ahead.

With this step forward, the distance between Meng Fan and Ghost Seven was less than two meters. The broken blade in Ghost Seven’s hand was less than half a foot, and with a ninety-centimeter-long arm, he was still half a meter short. Yet the opportunity he chose was astonishingly precise: just as Meng Fan’s leading foot had not yet landed and his balance was unstable, Ghost Seven suddenly struck.

Just at that moment, Sixth Aunt called Meng Fan for dinner. As the villager most skilled at both gossip and cooking, she was among the first hired by Feng Xiaoxiao, specializing in meal preparation.

Master Ye still remembered Lady Lin’s existence, but he was too busy, or perhaps he simply did not wish to come. Therefore, in Ye Luhuan’s childhood, she saw Ye San far more often than Master Ye.

Ye Yong still knew nothing of these matters. He had sent people out early in the morning, but by two in the afternoon, not a single one had returned. Ye Yong thought there had been no progress yet, anxiously awaiting news in the Orphan’s House. But what arrived was Jimmy, the most crucial and central figure in their plan.

Just as Ye Yong opened his eyes, a blood-red beam of essence shot forth from his pupils.

Meanwhile, in the room of Prince Wei at the Governor’s Residence, a row of people knelt on the floor, faces full of despair.

Ning Fuchen borrowed the momentum of the wind, soaring upward. The entire medicinal garden was shrouded in mist; he suddenly lost all sense of direction, descending wherever the wind carried him, only to find himself facing an endless desert.

“What? You’re moving out again? No, didn’t we agree you’d stay here?” Mama Luo became anxious. She had finally found a kindred friend, at last had a companion, and now, before they had spoken much, it seemed they were leaving.

At this moment, An An felt something stir within her. Previously, when the team leader spoke of such precautions, everyone had dismissed it, thinking he was overly cautious. Their group had experts for protection, and this place was relatively safe—how could anything happen? Of course, everyone felt taking precautions just in case was no harm.

“That might not be proper; people have their own plans,” Flower Rain said, unconcerned about practicing before others. She was long accustomed to being the center of attention—whether in this Hundred Flowers Grove or performing in the imperial palace, she remained calm and composed.

“Wine—where is the wine?” Hearing there was wine, Chu Zuizhi’s eyes lit up, caring nothing for appearances, rushing straight at Xiao Xiyang.

After leaving the shopping mall and preparing to get in the car, they heard the sound of a quarrel ahead, with a large crowd gathered to watch.

He came from a poor family, where no one ever studied incense. The men who frequented the teahouse were few, but each, upon entering, carried the scent of varied incenses on them, so he never knew how to explain it.