Chapter 53: Invoking the Gods
Mother-in-law Zhang Yueyun hurried to Lu Chun Restaurant early in the morning. Today, not only were there over a dozen media outlets present, but also many restaurant owners came to watch the excitement, naturally including Zhao Guochun and some food critics who were just there for the ride.
In the hall, a heroic and imposing man appeared, wearing a cloud-patterned white python gown and black shoes with dark patterns.
Within just ten breaths, several hundred monks from the Kalet tribe on the left side of Tianmaya Mountain surrounded a battle-worn warship, its front end drilling into the ground and its tail standing upright.
Moreover, materials like cement, bricks, tiles, and steel bars weren't that expensive. For a two-story building, it would cost about two to three hundred thousand, plus labor costs, definitely less than five hundred thousand.
Yesterday, Chu Tianxiu held a banquet for his promotion at Hongmen Inn, but not a single official from the prefectural office attended.
When she said these words, she felt as if she were Shu Ying herself. She thought that if Shu Ying really came to this hell, she probably wouldn't want Yichen to see her in such a sorry state.
Of course, Longchuang was also fully aware of all the things they had done over the years—which incidents could deal them a fatal blow. They had some idea in their hearts. Longchuang would now focus on cleaning up the aftermath of these matters, striving to erase all related evidence.
This question stumped Bai Ye. He wasn't a very knowledgeable person and couldn't think of any good names.
Kisame Hoshigaki occasionally detected some news about Uchiha Itachi, only saying that he had been living poorly, sleeping in the open air, and having to guard against pursuit by Konoha ninja.
But now, Wang Zhaoguo was no longer monitoring the trading board beside Yuan Tong; he had been doing his own trading. If he went over without a legitimate reason, even if Yuan Tong didn't suspect his motives, she would still be angry.
Suddenly leaving the protection of their parents, some people showed reluctance to part, while others felt like a fish in water, quite at ease.
But what Chen Lin didn't expect was that when Yaya heard his words, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes—even though it was fleeting, this glint seemed not to belong to this era.
Fu Cheng still didn't seem to trust her, as if she might do something outrageous at any moment.
About two months ago, he had used the old tree's consciousness to watch a live broadcast of a rat tide sweeping through the ruins in the outer city. It was quite spectacular.
Everyone looked at Prefect Song, then at Yu Zhiyi, who was being flattered by him with a clear conscience. They felt as if their worldview had collapsed.
After Yu Zhiyi finished speaking, the hall was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Countless eyes turned to the Meng family, full of disbelief.
Yu Zhiyi never minded people hating her, as long as they didn't bother her. They could hate her as much as they wanted in their hearts.
Thanos sent Nebula to deliver a message to Ronan, saying that if Ronan was willing to work for him, he would send troops to Xandar to help him take revenge.
Following the old man's instructions from his dream, he found a space ring under a rock and used the treasures inside to keep escaping.
This alley was relatively secluded because walls blocked both sides, but it was actually just a few steps away from the main road.
Last night, he, as the deputy county magistrate, naturally received the news: Shen Zhihong was reinstated, acting as the head of the city government in place of Xu Zichuan.
The Four Phases Sect was functioning normally; his father was still the sect leader, at the fifth layer of Dharmakaya, no changes.
Qin Jiang tapped the seat and watched the Song River flowing past outside the car window, thinking about what to do next once the traffic arrived.
He had just observed Qin Ming's speech and behavior—if not a gentleman of integrity, then at least an open-minded and upright person.
But on closer inspection, it wasn't some temple; it was just a thatched hut, a simple cottage, extremely ordinary.
Now, the black sword had lost its former glory. The blade was tattered and dark, full of notches. Its former sharpness had completely turned into scars, and even the tip of the sword was missing a section.
They were all old hands. If in the past they didn't really care about Qin Jiang either—such punks had been in schools before; once they graduated, they counted for nothing.
The Second Prince was about to reach out to steady himself, but she hugged him, and he couldn't react in time. As the carriage shook, his head banged against the wall with a thud.
Although Jiang Nan was young and inexperienced at that time, he almost instantly understood the threat in his words.
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother Jiang. My mind is made up. I want to handle the matters in the spirit fields on my own. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Qin Ming declined directly.
Suddenly, Gao Mengxi found herself full of confidence, with ideas and courage, feeling absolutely wonderful.
With a loud crack, a thunderbolt struck directly down onto its raised dragon head.
Jiangyang Zhuobu refused to accept Zhao Zimeng's gift no matter what, but Zhao Zimeng insisted on putting the watch on Jiangyang Zhuobu's wrist.
The Nanman Princess knew she couldn't drive this man away with force, so she had to let him continue speaking.
Piccolo spat out a stream of white gas from his mouth. The white gas enveloped Nail, turning him into white gas as well. Finally, Piccolo inhaled sharply, reabsorbing the white gas back into his body.
"Dai Mo, make another trip. Explain the policy to Gao Yulong, and apply some pressure if necessary." Zhao Zimeng said.
On the way to Lou A Si, Director Gu bought a pound of egg cake and a pound of peach pastry at a pastry shop.