Chapter 52: Even That Wasn't This Exhausting

Lin Xing immediately turned his head and said to the petrified group, "Run toward the foot of the mountain right now, and don't look back!"

Zhao Renyi finally snapped out of his daze and stammered, "I—if we run, what, what about you?"

Lin Xing drew a box cannon from his waist and said in a deep voice, "I'll hold this ea—"

Every decorative piece on the table that could be smashed had been destroyed. Had the corundum globe not been exceptionally sturdy, it too would have met a grim fate.

However, Long Mobai's parents were likely eager for him to marry immediately, so they were quite fond of her. They simply kept bringing up things like wanting a grandchild, which made Sylvia feel very awkward, yet her mother-in-law kept chiming in to agree.

Although Shunping was worried about the two of them, he had no choice but to comply and leave. Before departing, he exchanged a glance with the people nearby, signaling everyone to withdraw.

Just as Ling Dongwu finalized the transaction for the Ru kiln porcelain, news arrived from Dezhou stating that Mu Zicheng had led troops to Dezhou. Ling Dongwu no longer had the heart to linger there. Sun Daren had already visited some of the larger merchants in the area and arranged everything, so Ling Dongwu decided to set off for Dezhou immediately the next day.

Not daring to look back, Qin Huan ran desperately forward. After running for who knows how long, feeling as though every last breath of air in her lungs had been squeezed dry, an off-road vehicle slowly drove past in the distance.

Hearing this heartwarming sentiment, Mrs. Ye could not help but say, "If our Rongxin could have a mother-in-law like you, I would truly feel at ease."

His voice sounded so utterly exhausted. Liang Yimo thought back then, it must have been that lonely figure that made her step forward—knowing full well it was wrong, she still went to him. She knew it wasn't pity; at that moment, she was simply following the voice in her heart.

Ye Rongxin shook her head and said, "No need, Sister Qin Huan. If Brother Chengjue knew I came to see you, he would definitely get angry again."

Bramble walked up to the wall in a few strides, unhooked the whip with one hand, and flicked her wrist slightly. With a sharp snap, the whip lashed through the air, producing a crisp and exceptionally pleasing crack.

"Mhm!" Bramble nodded vigorously. She wasn't afraid of Liuguang at all; anyway, he wouldn't do anything to her. Whenever she merely frowned, he couldn't even bear to speak a harsh word to her.

Besides, Cai Tianfang also liked her. Since that was the case, why not recognize her as a sworn sister?

However, the person stepping in to destroy the portal now was none other than the Azure Lotus Sword Sovereign. The strength of this peerless sword master could arguably be considered second to none beneath the Holy Sovereigns. With his formidable offensive power, even the spatial fabric of this native plane might not be unbreakable, let alone the space within this grand hall.

He did not disclose the specific situation to Miao Renfeng, as the matters involved were simply too vast; the fewer people who knew, the better.

She could cultivate by absorbing moonlight?! That meant she wouldn't always have to remain a mere pendant—that's wonderful!

The possibility of feeding on the flesh of the God Clan was likely out of the question. Since this was the lower realm, no members of the God Clan existed here; even if they did, they certainly wouldn't obediently stand there and feed themselves to the crocodiles. Therefore, only one method remained to obtain the Tears of the Wine Crocodile: arousing its desires.

"Brother Bronze, wait for me a moment. I'm going to go teach that scoundrel who ambushed you a lesson." Before Ziling's voice had even faded, her figure had already vanished into the thick fog.

Once the propulsion chamber was destroyed, this sub-ship would become nothing more than a mobile-incapable space coffin.

"It's fine. Today might just be a special day, and she's probably in a terrible mood," I said, curling my lip.

"Just yesterday when Mo Xianxian ambushed me." At first, she had merely felt that the fire possessed a certain familiarity, as if it would never harm her at all.

A month later, seizing a suitable opportunity, Qinyou used a foreign alien preparing to return to the fantasy plane to successfully bring the prototype of an immortal estate into this world brimming with fantasy colors.