Chapter 59: Cutting Off Her Hopes

Zhou Huaiqing stopped in his tracks, looked at Wen Li with amused interest, and remained silent for a long time.

"You—" Xue Ke was driven mad with fury. No wonder the Wang family was unwilling to cooperate when paired with such a pig-headed teammate, and no wonder they had sent an idiot like Liu Feiyun in.

Upon arriving at the cosmic center of the mortal realm, Wang Chen hurriedly said, "Hongjun, I must trouble you once more to locate an azure-blue planet. Once found, please send us there." Deep in his heart, Wang Chen longed to catch one last glimpse of his homeland before his life came to an end.

However, if she wanted to make money by simply buying and selling goods, the first prerequisite was that she needed capital to begin with.

The inner palace was shrouded in a dead silence, and the death of Imperial Noble Consort Yu terrified the rest of the imperial concubines so much that none of them dared to step a single foot outside their halls.

Since the nutrition was already sufficient, the child could not be allowed to grow too rapidly. The baby's head was already hard enough. If the fetus grew excessively large and could not be delivered naturally, it would spell disaster. There were no Caesarean sections available here.

Lord Liu reached out and grabbed it, only then feeling a sliver of reassurance. With a cold hum, he strode forward into the depths.

Experiencing countless cycles of reincarnation or getting trapped in a recurring June was something Ye had no intention of doing—wouldn't that make him nothing more than a plaything toyed with under the merciless grip of causality?

To this, the old Daoist Daotian said nothing, as he had never expected a mere fox to achieve such profound enlightenment. If that were the case, it would not be humans ruling the entire world, but rather spirit beasts.

As the heir of the Lu family, it was entirely expected for him to be brought out to gain some worldly experience. Besides, he was still on summer vacation—no, he had already officially graduated, so naturally, he needed to immerse himself further in the family business.

"Just as Xijun anticipated, those two junior martial nephews are not people from the Jixing Firm, but merely frequent visitors of late. I heard they purchased a large batch of goods here, which is why they come often to inspect the merchandise. No one sensed anything amiss."

However, given the gap in their innate talent, coupled with the fact that their cultivation method originated directly from the Dark Wing Clan, the consequences could well be imagined.

Seeing the old man desperately trying to distance himself from the matter, Zheng Ming gave a dissatisfied twitch of the corner of his mouth and inwardly cursed, "Old fox."

"When all is said and done, you are still suspecting me? Do you really distrust me to this extent?" Wen Kexin was surprised once more, yet she did not fly into a rage.

Following that, he turned and walked over to Hyde. Ignoring the man's struggles and shouts, he snapped his neck.

A heavy solemnity gripped the Daoist priest's heart, accompanied by a slight dizziness in his head. The temperature of the dense fog also seemed to be dropping.

The big-headed monster bent its legs and sprang upward, leaping over three meters high before landing squarely in the crescent-shaped pool, using the water to extinguish the flames scorching its fur.

Judging by the current trajectory of development, as long as this momentum was maintained, it was quite likely that Bailian could eventually rise to become a renowned peak.

Yet she still nodded in agreement. Suppressing her impatience, she clumsily and hastily unbuttoned Gu Qianxi's clothes one by one, tossing them about in a messy heap.

In other words, judging by these weapons, the giant cockroach was no longer confined to close-quarters combat but had transitioned into a ranged attacker. Paired with the massive golden rhinoceros horn atop its head, its prowess in both melee and ranged combat would likely be formidable.

Though I had no idea what was running through her mind, upon seeing the look of utter reluctance on her face, I pondered for a moment and decided to offer a reply.

Immediately, those who rode horses mounted them, and those who traveled by carriage boarded them. Naturally, both the horses and the carriages were elaborately decorated, adorned with red silk, embroidered spheres, and crimson tassels, creating a festive and splendid scene.

Stepping over the still-warm bodies and walking along paths littered with spilled wine and various food wastes, Fiona felt especially grateful for her iron-soled boots at moments like this, as she never had to worry about such filthy liquids seeping into her footwear.