Chapter 27: The Sky Is About to Fall

“Giving money is too tacky! Giving a villa is also too tacky! Are you planning to present me with a banner or something?”
Xu Yang was roaring inwardly, staring at Dongfang Tianfeng in utter confusion.
Dongfang Tianfeng, on the other hand, shot Xu Yang a mischievous smile. Her rosy lips moved ever so slightly. Though she made no sound, Xu Yang understood—this girl was doing it on purpose!
She was…
“Priestess Roland, what a spectacle. For a moment I thought an enemy of the God of Nature had caught up to us.” Yepes, seeing all routes blocked, simply abandoned any thoughts of escape.
Xu Mo was secretly delighted at this. Since no one was willing to negotiate, it would be even easier for him to obtain it at a much better price.
“Shut that jinx of a mouth!” Unlike Ye Zi, he genuinely disliked these short, ugly fellows from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, the Spanish television stations, media, and press had gone mad, desperately searching for eyewitnesses. Their professional instincts told them this was a colossal piece of news! Whichever outlet could secure first-hand information would see its influence spread across Europe and Asia!
“Please, don’t kill me…” Just then, a feeble plea for mercy sounded from the woods not far away. Though the voice was weak, it was clear the speaker was about the same age as Luo Yu—perhaps even a disciple of the Heavenly Sect.
“Hehehe!” Lin Yongsheng scratched his big head sheepishly and let out a few silly laughs.
There are many ways to prepare Dongpo Pork, but to make it truly delicious, the sauce is the key. In this regard, he decided to handle it himself.
After a year together, Xuan Shuang had come to understand Luo Yu’s nature. She immediately transformed into a stream of white light and slipped into the Yuan Void Ring. In her current state—half vital energy, half spirit—lingering outside meant greater depletion. If there was nothing urgent, she would almost always retreat into the ring designed to store energy.
“You’ve gone too far, Su Jiuxia. You never used to be someone who’d take the initiative in situations like this.” Gu Nianhang stood quietly to the side, with no intention of helping anyone. In this grand play called the world, he chose to remain a spectator to the end.
“It’s nothing. We can almost take our seats now. If we wait too long, this chef will get anxious,” Xiao Chen said with a smile.
Now, Yan Yifeng held the ‘Inferno Seal’ in his hand, having become the undisputed leader of the Yan family, second only to its patriarch.
Nowadays, her vision had grown ever broader, while she herself felt like a wisp of cloud at the edge of the sky, gazing at her figure from afar, as insignificant as an ant.
A nurse rushed into the operating room with medicine in hand. Shu Ning could only watch through the door, not knowing what was happening with Shu Baobei.
Qianlong, pondering the still-unsolved mysteries surrounding Xiao Yan, couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity. He was eager to see what Xiao Yan would be like when her true nature was revealed under the influence of the intoxicating flower.
He was aware of the dangers they had faced before. But during his absence, what exactly had she experienced?
She, too, was deeply moved—moved by all that Shen Muqian had done for her without her knowledge. He had saved her, and even helped uncover the truth from years past.
During dinner, Shu’s father brought Shu Ning a bowl of porridge and set it by her bedside, but Shu Ning didn’t touch it. With a sigh, he left Shu Baobei to keep her company and walked out.
“Where did the Qu family come from?” Mingyue’s eyes glinted. She couldn’t shake the feeling that things weren’t as simple as they appeared.
Ji Lingsheng reclined on a chair while Xue Yu sat behind him, gently massaging his shoulders with a look of tenderness. Ever since Ji Lingsheng was injured, Xue Yu had shed all coyness, openly treating herself as his betrothed.
Seeing this, Jun Yan didn’t hesitate for a second. He mobilized the second wave of crimson spiritual power transferred from the spirit fetus, ready to confront the gray-black flames.