Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Child Named Guoguo (03)

When we arrived at Ding Siming's adoptive parents' home, the couple were packing up recyclable waste to carry downstairs.

Having been a manager for some time, Lee Jung-chul had experienced a great deal. With the rise and fall of Bai Ma-jun and TL's popularity, he had gained profound insights and was no longer a naive rookie who believed everything. Instead, he had matured into a vigilant manager ready for any situation at a moment's notice.

If under such circumstances the human race still failed to act, they would truly find it impossible to establish a foothold in the Primordial Wilderness. Not only that, but it would also bring disgrace to Goddess Nüwa and damage her prestige, which would spell yet another catastrophe for humanity.

At this moment, although Yang Hu, standing beside Lei Zhan, wore a face of absolute frost, his heart was already brimming with laughter.

Having survived the brutal carnage, Shui Sheng could not help but shout out in triumph at this sight. Upon seeing this, the Water Spirit clan, including Shui Zhen and Shui Yuan, could not conceal their looks of wild ecstasy.

"Director Li, you should go take a rest. We'll hold down the fort during the daytime." Seeing how utterly exhausted Li Shengnan was, Li Rongshan felt a deep pang of sympathy.

Mo Wentian was tall and thin with a sallow complexion, looking much like a chronic invalid, with two wisps of long beard fluttering before his chest under his jaw.

"Sister Biluo, that sort of thing naturally comes without needing to be taught. You really don't need to be nervous. If I stay by your side, it will only make you more nervous. Alright, my good sister, hurry on in and thoroughly enjoy this night," Mei Xiangyun said.

"That's right, Chief! The intelligence scout we dispatched has returned and just told me that Li Jiguang has decided to personally send someone to negotiate terms with us regarding defecting to our side!" said Burning Stick.

Inside was unexpectedly something resembling a passageway, much like the imperial mausoleum in Immortal Sovereign Town, pitching black and leading straight into the unknown depths underground.

Therefore, Jia Lian pondered that, compared to the Jia family, the risk of the Zhen family currently facing confiscation and ruin was practically microscopic.

Upon entering the courtyard gate, Ge Dongxu immediately spotted two rattan chairs placed beneath a towering palm tree that scraped the clouds, with a tea table set between them holding various kinds of fruit.

Maintaining full alertness, he switched on his flashlight and shone it into the stone house. Directly facing him was a stone rocking chair; however, what made his scalp tingle with dread was that a dark shadow was clearly crouching on the back of the rocking chair. When he looked closer, the shadow had already vanished, leaving only the reflection of a pair of hazy, ashen eyes in his pupils.

Utterly silenced by Qin Keqing's words, Jia Rong's originally arrogant momentum instantly plummeted, leaving the room in dead silence. After dry-coughing twice, Jia She also felt somewhat unaccustomed to seeing Qin Keqing act in this manner.

Take the clothes on his body for instance; although they looked slightly worn, that was only in comparison to Jia Lian's attire.

This time, Chen Longtian was thoroughly terrified. He had seen his father angry before, but never had he witnessed him enraged to such an extreme degree.

Danic's words were laden with myriad emotions. Be that as it may, over the sixty-some years since the conclusion of the Third Holy Grail War, he had meticulously made preparations in secret to avoid detection.

If it were merely for standard exchanges, the Hogwarts students could easily reside within the mini-castle. Although it was just a miniaturized fortress, the interior space was more than adequate to provide the visiting exchange students with plenty of room for activities.

The silver Rolls-Royce cruised slowly along the winding mountain road of Victoria Peak, climbing higher and higher. Gradually, through the windows, one could overlook Victoria Harbour and the forest of towering skyscrapers on both shores.

Allen actually believed this assertion—wasn't the Magical Congress of the United States saved during its most perilous hour by a magically induced downpour? Although that was the achievement of magical creatures, Allen was certain someone out there was capable of developing such utterly trivial and idle magic in this regard.