Chapter 27: Surfing

The plane descended along the coastline, and Ning Lu made sure to record a video, her mood quite buoyant.

Following Lu Hongyu off the plane, they exchanged few words; he spent most of the time with his head bowed, tapping at his phone to handle work.

A car was already waiting outside the airport terminal. Lu Hongyu climbed in quickly, and Ning Lu slipped in after him.

Gazing at the coastal scenery, Ning Lu took a few photos with her phone.

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"Understood!" Shangguan Fei said, though in his mind, he was already contemplating how to get Ye Qinghua to accept his treatment.

"Then what exactly are you going to do?" Xingchen looked up at the night sky, once again lost in thought. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead, walked over to the Go board, picked up a black stone, and placed it down without hesitation.

Bradley inspected the Moon Spring water closely. After understanding what it was, he let out a dry laugh; after all that effort, it turned out the so-called Moon Spring water was just this.

"Chang'e flying to the moon! Xi Shi clutching her heart!" Free from any worldly dust, the Fairy Chang'e—whose beauty could sink fish and topple geese, eclipse the moon and put flowers to shame—danced gracefully, wielding the Moon Palace sword with breathtaking poise.

However, one could not simply become a royal guard. Beyond having exceptional martial arts, the most important trait was maintaining constant vigilance, even when in the foulest of moods.

Just think—if this were truly the case, wouldn't it mean far fewer people would have to die in the wars to come?

The ground began to shake unnaturally. The group steadied themselves and looked over: the giant monster Bird Barton was waving its claws, toppling the high-voltage power tower in front of it. Its sharp beak pecked at the steel again and again, emitting a piercing, metallic clatter.

Activating his Taiji Eyes, Ling Xiao peered through the coffin lid and saw that Ling Tie had actually opened his eyes inside.

The young man’s words came to an abrupt halt. He turned around, dazed, to look at the shopkeeper beside him, who was dressed in night-traveling attire and trembling so hard his legs were knocking together.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, ten years had gone by, and Hu Luohan had been stationed in the city of Talun for a decade.

How could Li Er not understand what Simon meant? He immediately raised a finger in his mind. It was nothing more than an initiation rite—something that existed not only in state affairs but also within the Mafia. The scene Li Er had directed was essentially a demonstration of his stance and capability; as long as he was willing to join the family, this alone would be enough to secure him a high position.

Standing at the office door, Tang Jin engaged in another internal struggle before finally knocking.

Whether Li Dian could escape with his life amidst the chaotic army and lead the Cao forces to turn the tide remained an unknown.

Kuang Suiyin and Geng Zhiqiqiu expressed their gratitude one by one to the fellow practitioners who had so righteously lent their aid. But the Heavenly Sound Palace was in a state of total disarray, with numerous wounded and sick requiring care, so they could not entertain guests for the time being, promising to repay the kindness in the future.

"Do you think I’m being unreasonable?" He turned his head and spoke to Andrew, who had just stepped out from behind the wall.

This doubt remained unresolved even after he returned to the manor following his meeting with Wang Qiang and Xiao Zhengping, but a single conversation with Beigong Lingyu cleared his mind completely.

Even so, wherever the spiritual energy fluctuations passed, the television screens turned to static and the flying car's automatic navigation system glitched, though fortunately, it lasted only a brief moment and caused no accidents.

The dense rock strata were filled almost entirely with this translucent white desolate stone. Gu Yan couldn't help but swallow hard; it was his first time seeing such a massive quantity of them.

As time flowed on, Qin Feng’s soul continued to cultivate within the Cloud Immortal Realm. Once he made up his mind, he would never let external factors distract him, remaining fully immersed in his practice.

This time in Kaijing City, the mercenaries had looted a vast amount of supplies. The Snow Moon Pavilion’s fleet was filled to capacity with seven ships, and there was still more left over. This meant the mercenaries had successfully looted all these goods, only to face the headache of having no way to transport them.

Wang Junjie offered a bitter smile. When he had instructed Xia Qi to move the items, he truly hadn't considered this. Liu Hexiang was indeed honest; when told to empty the entire room, he hadn't left a single thing behind.