Chapter 70: Craving Your Homemade Noodles

Her tone was full of grievance.
Lin Lu sighed. "Xu Yancheng, you should go back. We've already broken up, so why are you still doing this?"
"Fine, I'll leave after watching you," he replied. He knew she wouldn't say anything nice to him today.
He set his luggage aside and took out his phone to call a car.
Lin Lu felt...
Xiaoxiao would say anything. She turned around and hugged Khaled's neck tightly. It seemed her guess was right—he hadn't come to Dorm Five because of a fight with his family. Since that wasn't the reason, there was no need for her to keep wondering. All she wanted now was to hold on to him.
Lin Yuqing had come to negotiate, but if Bai Yujing showed up in person, it meant forcing the Dao Master to act. Otherwise, if word got out, wouldn't it seem as if the Xuan Dao Temple was afraid of the Heavenly Demon Sect and had to marry off a disciple in desperation for peace?
His target was not Luo Jinghong, but Mu Pianxian, the one behind her—and, to be precise, the Lunar Jade Rabbit in Mu Pianxian's arms.
However, just as she finished her words, a sudden sound sliced through the air by her ear.
"It's not enough for you to think so yourself. Does everyone else feel the same?" The ninth elder of the Phoenix Clan continued to question the other elders present.
It had taken much effort to reach the back garden. Lin Hao poured out the charcoal, found some dry wood and branches, set everything up, and prepared to start brewing the medicine.
"I'm not paying for it! It's not my bed, and even if I call it, it won't answer," Xiaoxiao argued, bouncing on the bed.
In an instant, Gu Ci's face flushed bright red with rage. She trembled all over, pointing at Bai Yujing and cursing.
"The power of sacrifice is considered heretical and demonic throughout the myriad heavens and realms. Though widely known, few dare to use it.
"Now that I have been appointed as the illustrious General Yaoguang by the sovereign, I command an army of one hundred thousand here in the Heaven's Troop Camp. If the Marshal is willing, he may entrust the entire camp to me," Jiang Li said slowly.
Zhang Chongyi still refused to hand over the Initiation Pearl to Qiuyue, clinging to it tightly as if seeking a final shred of comfort. Looking down at the ashen-faced Initiation Pearl, grief overwhelmed her.
The roar was like a desperate battle cry, majestic and forceful, shaking the forest so violently that all the birds took flight, filling the scene with lively commotion.
The paper figure in the sixth room was much more agile, and its expression far more vicious, but fortunately no malevolent spirit had broken the seal to control it. Wrapping a few more loops around the paper figure's neck, the two of them finally arrived at the seventh classroom.
They tiptoed to the iron door, and by the faint light saw the numbers 402 on it.
Wu Cuo shook his head. Gold and such things were completely unable to distract him from Yan Ruyu's stunning moment of forgetting her lines.
"Sixth sister-in-law, this jade pendant in your hand could serve as a substitute," Zhou Yijin suggested.
The Thunder Emperor Scroll was nothing more than an ancient, tattered scroll, yet the vast, majestic aura it now radiated filled the entire Hall of Stars. Within this aura, Hua Sheng seemed to catch a trace of something indescribable.
"Mithril sand is helpful for forming pills. I already gave mine to Situ. Husband, with your skill in alchemy, do you still need mithril sand?" Yun Qingwan asked, puzzled.
As she spoke, Qian Linglan flung Yun Qingwan's body forward and spat out a black flame that enveloped her.
Hearing this, Li Dongyang's face turned as red as a drunken monkey's rump, on the verge of exploding.
Looking at Chen Xuan's expression, I found myself at a loss for words, so I could only nod dully in agreement.
"It seems they're heading straight for Shaoyang City," Qin Chuan murmured from a clump of bushes, his eyes fixed on an ancient tree three miles away in the mountain.