Chapter 50: Wanting Shen Qingqing to Be Well

Shen Qingqing carried her suitcase downstairs, and Comrade Li looked puzzled. "Comrade Shen, where are you heading?"

Shen Qingqing twitched the corners of her mouth, forcing a calm smile.

"Back to Capital City."

Once the application was approved, they would have to return to Capital City to obtain their divorce certificate.

Shen Qingqing did not want to stay here anymore.

Whether she could find Jiang Zhixun in the county town or not, she had to leave.

If Jiang Zhixun agreed to a divorce, she would wait for news in Capital City.

The next moment, another roar echoed, and the space was seen to be thoroughly enveloped by a dazzling ghostly blue light. A piercing, bone-chilling cold swept outward, and boundless white mist surged within, obscuring everything, yet swirling like a vortex toward a certain direction.

At this time, one could see the horrifying sword wound on the body of the Demon King Andariel, running diagonally from his face down to his waist. The holy flames burning within the wound had almost entirely turned golden, save for a sliver of pale white.

However, his response was only Leng Yue's glare. Without excessive words, Cang Qiongyi still sensed an inexplicable chill. Coupled with the fact that Wangyue's face was buried tightly in Leng Yue's embrace and entirely hidden from view, this left her extremely annoyed.

"If you throw another tantrum, I will hand you over to your father when we return, and you can figure it out yourself," the boozy God King said.

After the ugly man uttered two consecutive remarks, and I blocked his two successive moves, the double holy sabers in his hands thrust horizontally once more at a tricky angle.

"Don't even mention it. The year I dropped out and returned home, I was tied up by the old man in my family, who insisted on banishing me from the entertainment industry. Fortunately, I remained unyielding through death, so he didn't succeed," the director said with a sigh of retrospective emotion.

"Then what if I were to leave? For instance, if I get transferred, or if I go into business with my father?" Qian Xiangnan paused at the turn and looked at Chen Hao to ask.

Lu Xueqi, who had just stepped out of the state of the union between person and sword, wore a somewhat pale yet increasingly captivating face. She rejected Wang晨's proposal in a resolute tone, though a trace of unavoidable worry lingered deep within her eyes.

Griffith and Vanida, ranked first and second respectively, were also inwardly startled. They had initially wanted to imitate Rhode's cornering technique, but upon the occurrence of Jolt's incident, they managed to suppress this impulse.

It was precisely the emergence of such a cheat that elevated people's supernatural ability levels, plunging the order of the entire Academy City into even greater turmoil and instability.

"Unwilling? Then forget it, I never force anyone," Bai Fan nodded, continuing to walk forward.

If the Martial Ancestor intended to restrict Chen Guangrui and the others entirely here and drag them back to the Martial God Realm, that would be the absolute worst-case scenario.

At high noon, Li Gengyun and Lin Sen and the others already heard the bustling commotion coming from outside the Linkou Inn. The previously dismal Linkou Inn was suddenly packed with people. Their purpose was not to lodge at the inn, but to find Li Gengyun and his companions in order to acquire that pair of peerless jade pearls.

Thus, he silently withdrew the hand he had reached into his tunic and kindly began to invent excuses for the other person once again.

"Ha, that would be two to three times then!" This time Serapela could not help laughing. Her exquisite features appeared even more resplendent when she smiled, prompting Teddy to steal a few glances before hurriedly shifting his gaze to the Lord Vice Bishop. This little move completely failed to escape the notice of the gold prospector, causing Serapela to smile even more brilliantly.

Saintqi's mouth barely managed to curve into an arrogant arc as he let out a faint laugh. His body had become withered and emaciated, his muscles atrophied to the point of being skin and bones, while his hands and feet hung limply downward as if devoid of an ounce of strength.

In the first year of Zhenguan, he established experimental fields in Lingnan to cultivate Champa rice, achieving a wet-weight yield of ten stone and three per mu. Calculated as dried rice grains, it should amount to a little over eight stone, just shy of nine stone—let's call it a thousand catties! Thus, the milled rice produced should be around seven to eight hundred catties.