Chapter 69 "Long time no see. I am Chi Ran."

The smile on Tang Wanrou's face froze as she raised her eyes to look at the newcomer.

Chi Ran walked straight over with a cold expression.

He came to a halt right behind Yu Ling, staring coldly at Tang Wanrou, his eyes brimming with frost.

Tang Wanrou looked at him in surprise, then hurriedly averted her gaze, as if she had been caught off guard and frozen by the chill in his eyes.

She wondered inwardly: when did Chi Ran and Yu Ling become this close?

Wasn't he always aloof toward women, detesting female celebrities who tried to latch onto him for clout?

Now that this cluster of Dao fire had been taken away by Duan Fei, could another cluster perhaps be born within the stone cauldron many years from now?

Knowing that Shen Qinan harbored ill intentions, Ye Zhiqiu cast a cold glance at Wang Han's soul while racking her brain for a countermeasure.

With that, Ling Xiao stood up directly, returned to his room to change into a blue-black suit, and then walked outside accompanied by Elizabeth.

One had to bear in mind that the melting of the shiliu slurry relied on the might of the Dao fire. Once it could be freely used for casting shapes, no other type of flame could affect it in the slightest. Consequently, when modeling and casting, one could achieve the utmost level of microscopic precision, which would help Duan Fei forge even more delicate components.

Yuan Songyue pulled back a corner of the curtain, and the freezing wind poured in instantly. The carriage grew abruptly cold, helping Yuan Songyue snap back to sobriety and feel much more awake.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, and a method—though he was unsure whether it would work—surfaced in Liu Tianyu's thoughts.

After browsing a vertical unit and a wall-mounted unit at Suning Appliance and receiving a promise of same-day delivery, Liu Tianyu finally settled the bill and made the payment.

He mentioned that there were thirty-three deities here, though Liu Tianyu didn't have much of a reaction to that number; after all, in China, the Arhats alone numbered one hundred and eight, not to mention all the various grand deities of the Heavenly Court, alongside Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

The agonizingly long startup time nearly drove Chen Ya to distraction. Fortunately, three minutes later, the computer finally booted up. As soon as the programs responded, he immediately opened the D drive.

Ma Zongzhou nearly spat out a mouthful of tea. Bloody hell, this piece of work actually wanted to contribute to society? It would already be a blessing if he didn't undermine the socialist foundations.

However, fights between real dogs involved mutual movement and dodging, unlike toy dogs that remained motionless. Therefore, trying to bite Rong Ichiro's nose was extremely difficult. Rong Ichiro possessed rich combat experience and would dodge promptly to protect himself.

He reached inside with an oiled hand to probe around. The internal fluids were running low, yet he had to ensure both mother and child remained safe. He coated his hand in oil once more, slid it back in, and gently maneuvered the baby feet-first... With a soft plop, the head turned downward.

"Mom, actually it's not as complicated as you think. The last thing I want the leaders of your hospital to know is that I treated a patient with avian influenza; otherwise, it would only make your hospital look incompetent. So, this matter is still open to negotiation," Lin Fei said.

Jiang Fan gave a faint smile, then placed the wooden box on the hood of the car, looking at the two of them with a smiling expression and saying nothing further.

"The wind blows soughing and the Yishui is cold; the brave warrior departs and ne'er returns. If you lived in ancient times, you'd surely be a man to look up to," Nightingale remarked with a clicking of her tongue, though her words carried not a hint of murderous intent.

Not only was Lin Fei surprised, but Lin Andong, Li Shanzhu, and Li Daniu also recognized Chen Qigong, knowing he was the head of the police station, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"The wolf has run off!" She felt the water grow warm, fetched a bronze basin filled with water, and began washing the old man's face.

Giving a casual sweep of her gaze over the monster carcasses, Chen Feng could ignore most things, but the corpse of that saint-tier monster could not be left alone. He swooped down, and with a swipe of the blade in his hand, pried out the saint-tier monster core.

A millennium ago, the Dragon Emperor, the King of Shadow Dragons, and the Dragon Emperor's consort had all reached the peak of the divine tier. However, after a fierce battle between the Dragon Emperor and the Shadow Dragon King, both sustained injuries, and their power plummeted drastically. Otherwise, the Dragon Emperor would have long since advanced to a true god like his wife.