Chapter 31: Shen Qingqing Had Not Changed

After retrieving the lunchbox from the guesthouse, Shen Qingqing headed to the cafeteria, where Chen Shaojie was already waiting at the entrance.

"It's so cold out here; why didn't you wait inside?" Shen Qingqing asked, quickening her pace.

Chen Shaojie replied nonchalantly, "I just treat it as physical training."

As a pilot, one must not only possess exceptional flying skills but also a robust physique and the ability to withstand immense pressure, adapting to all sorts of extreme environments. Standing in the freezing cold was nothing to him.

Wuying heard this and smiled with satisfaction. It seemed the master's daily persistence was finally paying off.

"How could you treat the Master like that? If..." The great-uncle said, looking worriedly at Han Wei as the old Taoist priest departed, but his words were cut short by Han Wei.

"O-okay, please go ahead, Young Master Ye!" The guard, seeing that Ye Feng didn't seem to care much for his gestures, spoke with a touch of chagrin. Yet, the smile on his face remained as bright as ever. He tucked the high-quality cigarette he had taken out back into its box, saving it for the next time he needed to curry favor with a leader who enjoyed smoking.

Miss He had likely just woken up and was still dazed. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, half-concealing them, creating an allure that was simply off the charts.

Hua Qiang was not yet certain he was being followed, but for the sake of caution, he decided to take a turn outside the city. From there, he would head to his destination unnoticed, where a few of his subordinates—his last remaining assets—were waiting.

Auntie Yue was truly speechless. She could not fathom why Shui Xuan would fall for such a... creature.

Among them were a few photos that were quite ambiguous. Even he couldn't tell, when Jiang Chengyun leaned over to fasten the seatbelt, whether the two had actually kissed or not.

The old lady said the girl was beautiful and unforgettable; those spirited eyes made her easy to remember at a single glance.

Hua Ziqi gazed at the venomous creatures and the five or six ghastly white skeletons in the dim light. An icy aura enveloped him; those who knew him understood that he was truly enraged.

Yun Feng was filled with doubt. In the previous stone-cutting sessions, whether it was soul jade, precious pills, or combat weapons, he could identify them. But this time, he could not discern what this object was.

With a jolt to his heart, the Great Demon, who had been sneering, was startled. His hand seals shifted rapidly, and the Evil Emperor Demon Statue behind him shuddered violently. It swung its arm with a thunderous impact, striking the red strands of hair, but then a shocking scene unfolded.

"I’ll tell you a secret: it seems Fei Liangyan is going to meet Shi Yi in a little while. You must stop him from going out right now, or the consequences will be unimaginable," Lu Tong said, intentionally trying to frighten Liu Lingshan.

Liu Lingshan was overjoyed and hurriedly got out of the car. Fei Liangyan followed behind her as they approached the Green Restaurant step by step. Yet, Fei Liangyan felt his feet had never been so heavy; every step felt arduous.

Sighing softly, he realized that in the end, it all came down to strength. If he possessed the power of the master of this ancient tomb, who would dare try to seize its secrets even if he revealed them openly? With a bitter smile, Chen Yi began to practice his martial arts again. He could now split his energy into ten, but reaching fifteen remained a challenge.

"Qianhe, you must never go there, do you hear me?" Liuxing urged her firmly and forcefully; this girl was truly a worry.

At the port of Hamburg, German Naval Secretary Tirpitz, accompanied by several high-ranking German naval officers, welcomed Zai Xun and his delegation. After exchanging formal greetings with Zai Xun and Sa Zhenbing, Tirpitz embraced Chen Ning, saying, "Chen, my old friend, we meet again."

The disciples knew that Wan Sanqiang, who taught them martial arts every day, was dead, and the man standing before them was the one who had killed him! If even their master had fallen, how could they possibly be a match for this man?

A Star-Breaker approached from behind him, its massive beam sword thrusting viciously toward the fighter jet’s tail fin.