Chapter 62 Not Unlikable

Li Kunshan carried a bowl full of dishes in one hand, with an oiled paper package tucked under his arm, and pushed the door open with his elbow.
"A young girl drinking all that alcohol, just eat your food properly."
Kuang Yunxiao stood up to greet him.
"It's fine, Uncle, just let Weian drink a little."
Weian: "..."
Don't think she hadn't noticed his hesitation just now, such a two-faced hypocrite.
"Right, right, just let my sister-in-law drink a little. Uncle Li..."
Wuyu stood atop the eaves, backed by the desolate, cold moon, and faced with the bleak, flickering white candles.
Therefore... as long as Qin Tianchen kept this single elixir formula firmly in his own grasp, he would be able to continuously obtain spiritual stone resources to supply his own cultivation.
Wang Qinghou, an old hand at romance, held back his impatience. The darling in his arms was still innocent of worldly affairs, so he could not be hasty.
For three thousand God-Ruins assassins to enter Fenghai City, they needed a method sufficiently covert to deceive everyone's eyes and ears.

"I refuse to believe my state of mind can be affected by an incomplete array diagram." Qin Yun gritted his teeth, a fierce wave of unyielding resolve instantly rising in his heart.
As the crowd walked along, Pan Longyu smiled and spoke from the side, though that smile carried a trace of bitterness.
However, after barely ten days of such routine, Qin Tianchen stopped focusing single-mindedly on his cultivation; he opened his eyes inside his cultivation chamber with a trace of puzzlement.
Yue Ge's words caused Yue Qinggu to frown. Listening to her tone, it seemed she had never even considered redeeming Yin An.
Bei Mubai lowered the air conditioning a bit more, turned around, walked back to the trunk to retrieve two bottles of soda water, and handed them to her.
"Such formidable sword intent! Could this be a sword technique divine ability?" Situ Wudi stared wide-eyed at Qin Yun, an expression of utter shock plastered across his face.
Among the ship-girls of both of Louis's teams, each team included a light carrier. However, Luke did not think there would be any problem. Because aside from Nagato, who had just been built and lacked new ship equipment, everyone else was equipped with one or two new-style anti-aircraft guns. They had zero fear of the meager aircraft capacity of those light carriers.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, Yang Chen—who had been anxious and worked up over Chu Feng's matter last time—now had a face as dark as carbon and interrupted bluntly.
Since he had already asked Yang Gongzi to help find someone, Liu Ming was no longer particularly anxious. He left the villa and drove back to Fengyuan Hotel.
Peng Zhen was also helpless; back then, Ye Gaochi had insisted that keeping Huo Fangfei would be more beneficial, and Peng Zhen had let himself be brainwashed by Ye Gaochi, which was why he agreed to such a thing. If it had been up to Peng Zhen's own wishes, Huo Fangfei would have already been locked up in a police station.
An ordinary person, or rather an ordinary scion of a noble family, encountering someone making trouble like Wu Baiyun, would definitely teach her a harsh lesson and make her pay dearly.

Liu Ming smiled and nodded. Whether it was Wuming or Wusha, both of them were extremely young, and their future prospects were boundless.
Liu Ming shook his head helplessly. Knowing very little about cultivators, how could he possibly tell what was being auctioned from Sun Mengjie's few sketchy words?
"You don't believe me? Look, it's swollen." Seeing that she said nothing, Xiao Yuheng immediately added. As he spoke, he even stood up, knelt before her, and instantly pulled down his inner trousers.
As for Matsushima Kenji, he currently bore no resemblance whatsoever to the head of the Emperor Sect's X Province branch. His expression was desolate, his clothes were torn to shreds, and with both hands clutching his buttocks, he looked teary-eyed, as if he had suffered some unimaginably cruel and inhumane treatment.
"Humans are also a part of nature." At this moment, something resembling a flame suddenly surfaced in his mind—no, that was not a flame, it was actually fusion power.
Where the pillar of light pierced the clouds, the dragon-head divine manifestation reappeared. As the rolling clouds that blotted out the sky churned, they contracted around the dragon's head into layers of boundless, concentric rings. The farther the cloud rings reached toward the edge, the lower they dropped, until the final few hovered almost flush against the ground and the sea surface.
Yet right at that moment, a fluctuation terrifying enough to pierce the depths of the human soul erupted from the entrance of the inheritance grounds.