48 After Rebirth, I Married My Fiancé’s Younger Uncle (Part Seven)

Song Lihua’s face sank, and even Zhang Longxiang wore an expression of anger, gazing deeply at Li Tingxuan.

Mu Huaiqian had his arm around Chu Yuanyuan, Yan Chongguang was with Mingzhu, Lin Fengtian exchanged a glance with Mu Qingzi, while Hua Xiangrong remained solitary, huddling together with Gu Junyan and shivering.

Meanwhile, Wei Qilang held her hand back, standing unmoving as he watched her in the dark. A complex wave of emotions surged in Dong Ruxin’s heart. She parted her lips, but only managed to ask a single question.

Nearby, Saint Jiang kept putting immense pressure on the white-clothed Ye Jin using bronze arrows. Each arrow generated massive fluctuations of soul energy, and the power of the laws directly attacked the soul, making it truly impossible to guard against.

Xiao Xun remained silent for a moment, ultimately choosing not to tell her that he and Luo Chenyin were not actually well acquainted.

"Spare me the nonsense. Whether you admit to certain things or not, once something has happened, do not ever dream of changing it. Don't think I am unaware of what you are plotting in your mind," Han Zhaoge said, making a phone call outward.

As everyone knew, Chang'e did not ascend to immortality through the proper path. Her ascension was entirely due to accidentally consuming an immortal pill when her cultivation was still insufficient, a fact that had earned her no small amount of criticism.

His expression was very strange. When the door first opened, Yang Ge’s face had been flushed, looking somewhat intoxicated and muddled, but after just a few words, his expression had already returned to normal.

"I'm not going, Muxi. I have things to do when I get home later, so I'm sorry," Xuezhen refused.

Madame Sun was so frightened that her face turned pale. She clutched her chest in lingering fear, which only added a touch of delicate fragility to her appearance. Luo Baiqian released his grip and asked with concern, "Did Second Auntie twist anything? Did that beast scratch you just now?" Madame Sun panted lightly, shaking her head with a look of excessive shock.

Lin Yuan was discharged from the hospital a week later, and Lin Qizheng’s health was also gradually recovering. The doctor said that after remaining in the hospital for three more days of observation, he could return home to recuperate in peace.

Meier also knew that was impossible. Even if she avenged Wu Chen'er, there would still be numerous obstacles between her and Xia Jinxian; it was simply that she refused to dwell on them.

"Rouyi, I heard that when you met with your subordinates, someone from the outside world showed up, and I also heard you got beaten to a pulp, haha." An Immortal Monarch, who looked just like an old man, kept sizing up Immortal Monarch Rouyi with a roving gaze.

Pei Ruyi had no desire to reply to Lu Tianlang's text message. Her hands were submerged in a basin filled to the brim with pungent medicinal liquid.

"Third Prince, is something wrong?" Seeing the deep solemnity on Xia Yuxuan's face, Xu Hongming was thoroughly puzzled.

Upon returning home, Huo Jinting brought the whole family over to see her, bringing along plenty of food and daily necessities.

If, back on that night at the Wind and Moon Pavilion, she had not been so mischievous, and if she had paused to consider that this was a conservative ancient era, perhaps Ling Feng would not have loved her so desperately and inextricably.

Xie Jingnan’s hand holding the cigarette paused mid-air. Through the pale-blue smoke, he vaguely recalled the past.

Beastmen were different. After Yao created a cultivation technique for totem warriors that felt like a divine miracle, beastmen not only possessed physical qualities far superior to ordinary humans, but they were also capable of wielding formidable and miraculous powers akin to those of the five great sacred grounds.

Feng Shisanshisan suddenly felt that he could no longer endure the intense heat within the Scarlet Flame Divine Realm. The temperature here was nearly five times higher than when the two of them had first stepped inside. Moreover, when he surveyed his surroundings once more, he noticed that the three-color intertwined space contained traces of faint black energy. Gritting his teeth in discomfort, he spoke.

Both of them were around fifty years old, long past the age of hot-bloodedly rolling up their sleeves to charge in and start a brawl. After pondering it over, they came to terms with the reality: things had reached this point and could not be changed, leaving them no choice but to go with the flow.

Instantly, roars echoed across the boundless, clear expanse of the sky. Countless streams of strange, brilliant light crisscrossed, weaving together with plumes of black vapor, occasionally punctuated by miserable screams as countless severed limbs and broken arms plummeted downward.

Yue Wuxin had nowhere to dodge. In the blink of an eye, he clenched his teeth, and a pitch-black saber materialized in his hand.

Therefore, even though Mo Wuque was putting on a deeply enigmatic act and spoke very little, Keigo Atobe still successfully struck up a conversation with him and invited him over to the tennis courts to see what on earth was happening over there—why it kept sounding like exploding bombs and even managed to summon a tornado out of nowhere.

Upon hearing that this person was actually a disciple of the Immortal Venerable Hall, everyone wore expressions of unconcealed anger. The gray-robed monk even broke into fierce curses, completely disregarding the Buddhist precept against harsh speech.

Could an uncle be younger than his nephew? Looking at Lin Yuifei’s wrinkled, white-haired face, and then glancing at the smooth-faced middle-aged military officer opposite him, the two of them nearly burst out laughing.

As for the other materials, since they were not the primary components, processing them was not nearly as time-consuming. Mu Yan intended to make his final decision on what kind of magitech device to create before setting to work on them.

The white-haired elder furrowed his brows in hesitation, but ultimately tucked the token back into his robes. The illumination in the side hall immediately faded, returning to its original state.

This was a mutual agreement jointly established to ensure the healthy, orderly, and vigorous development of the domestic computer market, as well as to covertly resist the control of Western semiconductors over China.

"No... This is impossible..." Shaduoen muttered to itself, watching in disbelief as its own hands dissolved into hollow shells like ceramic.

A flash of white light later, the scene shifted, and He Xi found herself in the middle of a forest. Judging by the surrounding flora and terrain structure, she deduced that she had not yet left the Prontera region.

On this day dedicated to culinary abundance, not only were all the food lovers throughout Yangzhou City celebrating with joy, but veteran food enthusiasts from across the entire province were converging upon Yangzhou City, determined to revel in this grand feast today.

"Needless to say." Since the preceding events were already clear, what followed was simply speaking the corresponding lines as if playing a game of concatenation.

Though the one-eyed man exuded a somewhat ruffian aura, the moment he faced Li Hai, he completely lost his nerve, trembling so violently that he could not even speak, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Fine then. Since I didn't quite know how to face Shen Jialan anyway, let's talk about your problems instead.

Yun Hao’s vision grew increasingly hazy. He looked at Chang'e, the Master of the Palace of Broad Cold imprisoned within the demonic Qi, gave a faint smile, and then let his head drop as he fell unconscious.

"Ahem, don't mention it. Someone wanted to undermine me, and actually took advantage of the day I was holding a food festival event to kidnap my chef. It's simply infuriating," Zhao Zilong said with a couple of dry coughs, looking rather unnatural.