Chapter 63: A Dead Pig Fears No Boiling Water

Shen Qingqing did not ask why Father Jiang had come to the railway station.
Hesitating for a few seconds, she pulled open the rear door and got inside.
With a well-behaved demeanor, she greeted, "Dad."
Father Jiang and Shen Qingqing's father were close friends. Regardless of whether she was regarded as his blood-unrelated niece, his daughter, or his daughter-in-law, Father Jiang was thoroughly fond of her.
Seeing her arm still in a sling, he asked with concern, "How is your recovery coming along? Does it still hurt?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head. "It doesn't hurt. A few more days of rest—"
Ning Xi hurriedly halted her pursuit, standing quietly in place with a slight frown. She had never expected Su Qingmeng to appear here, let alone manage to capture this girl.
With this thought, Lin Feng looked toward Long Fei. "Long Fei, this is Qianshan. Follow this map to head toward Qianshan."
In the blink of an eye, the world returned to a state of absolute clarity, as if everything that had just occurred had never happened at all.
For him, he would much rather remain at the bow of the ship facing the enemy's weapons, where he could at least judge how to act based on the evolving situation. Hiding away until the matter was over and only then emerging was simply not his way of doing things.
The change in Su Qingmeng's expression naturally could not escape the man's notice. He quickly turned his head to look behind him.
Consequently, after careful deliberation, Zhangyu Technology Company developed a blockbuster handheld console featuring a large screen, long battery life, and internet connectivity. Upon its release, this handheld console genuinely brought a pleasant surprise to numerous gaming enthusiasts.
All of this left people on the forum utterly bewildered, yet one fact remained crystal clear: Duan Qingyang, the patriarch of the Burial Sword Sect and an elite ranked on the Supreme List, was dead! He had perished at the hands of Master Bai.
This sunny, warm-hearted young man, destined to die prematurely in the near future, truly embodied the value of "I can give everything for you" purely for the sake of his beloved.
As a result of such screening processes, however, many individuals with genuine acting talent ended up being eliminated, leaving these actors—who considered themselves brimming with genius—filled with profound indignation.
Amelio pondered the matter. Instead of contacting Lisa and Pinar from the board of directors who had previously promised him their support, he picked up the phone and called Jobs.
Waiting is both time-consuming and tedious, so Ye Huang simply sat down and began to ponder how she should approach Mo Ji to inquire about the treasure in his possession.
Tan Zhengfeng, whose face was full of embarrassment, happened to notice the five individuals secretly enjoying the scene. After letting out a soft cough and sweeping his gaze significantly across each of them, he withdrew his eyes with satisfaction and looked toward the center of the arena.
"I've stayed long enough in this Primeval Continent. I'll accompany you all outside," the Long-armed Ape and the Blood Toad said, fixing their gazes directly upon the Three-headed Golden-bodied Python.
Although the skeletons lining the path were terrifying, in terms of sheer numbers, they definitely amounted to less than one percent of the Wind Realm's population.
Yan Wan looked at Yan Yixin with astonishment. A Ferrari of this model should be priced at over three million. Surely his identity went far beyond that of a mere jewelry store manager?
Lohan, who had remained silent on the side, finally spoke. "Daoist Master Xiaoyao, may I ask why you have sealed the island?" In truth, Lohan's question was one that many mighty figures in the Sacred Realm had long wished to ask, yet because they had not met Wang Chen in person, they had never had the chance.
"I'm here." The commotion they had just made in the room had already startled the others. Meier cowered timidly by the doorway, simply waiting for a summons.
"Hmph, you're hopeless, I'm not talking to you anymore!" Twisting her hands together unnaturally, Lin Youyan turned away with a trace of delicate shyness and spoke.
Touman's breathing gradually grew rapid, and the piece of roasted meat he held near his lips lingered there without entering his mouth. Clearly, Yan Fu's words had stirred his heart; he saw an opportunity to defeat the Qin people and wash away past humiliations.
One gazed at the starlight while the other watched the fires on the shore, the two of them standing quietly in the wind as the breeze gently fluttered their robes.
Although Wen Da knew that both Jiang De and Lu Junyi were commoners, they were distinct from ordinary people. In particular, Jiang De addressed Liang Shijie as his aunt's husband, which made him related to Grand Tutor Cai's grandson. This status alone made him more distinguished than countless officials.