Chapter 65: Longevity Noodles

Ning Lu did not rush back to her room. She turned around, walked into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator to search for ingredients.

Intending to cook a bowl of noodles, Ning Lu hummed a cheerful little tune and followed an instructional video to learn how to make them.

Half an hour later, the sound of a car parking came from outside. Ning Lu glanced at the time—it was half-past eight.

The person outside did not notice anyone in the kitchen and walked upstairs while talking on a work call.

After waiting a few minutes, Ning...

On the other hand, Chinese netizens were extremely excited upon seeing FlyQuest being swallowed up, and they frantically flooded the chat with comments.

"Alright, hurry up, we're leaving." Once Professor Chen and the others had walked far away, Ye Tian grabbed Shirley Yang directly and leaped straight toward the location of the Western Regions Prince's Tomb.

"Lion King, how do you plan to deal with this scoundrel Cheng Kun?" Long Tao asked. Cheng Kun, having already been struck by three of his Life-and-Death Talismans, cowered to the side, completely withered and feeble.

Having taken a sword strike, Bali had almost all the bones in his front limbs shattered. Daring not to block head-on anymore, he rolled away with a grunt, while simultaneously swinging his massive tail in a complete circle to lash out.

Returning to familiar old ground, Long Tao found that many places had changed beyond recognition. Many shops where Yan Kuan used to collect protection money had long since closed down, requisitioned by Sui soldiers as quarters, and quite a few merchants had even forced their way through the city gates in their eagerness to flee.

All talk aside, a short moment later, all the food had been swept completely clean by Zhao Dan as if by a whirlwind of wind and clouds.

In the kingdom at this very moment, within a luxurious and high-end residence, the femme fatale Hilma stared at her subordinate in utter shock, as if frightened out of her wits by the intelligence report just delivered.

It really had slaughtered countless creatures. Its left hand resembled a proliferating, creeping tentacle, while its right hand was a pair of giant, wide-bladed claws. Thick, viscous, shattered flesh dripped continuously from its maw, and the half-chewed remnants within sent a shiver of horror down Zhou Zhibo's spine.

Following Galoca's kick, the football shot toward the goal like a projectile fired from a long-range cannon, roaring through the wind with tremendous, unchecked force.

Along the way, Yue Zhong asked Yun'er about her escape back then. Yun'er said she had fallen seriously ill several times and could remember almost nothing, only vaguely recalling that when she was unconscious, a eunuch had sent a physician to treat her, and later on, that same eunuch had told Yang Xi to take her away, subjecting her to bitter torment for nearly three years.

Unable to care about anything else, Nangong Yuchen turned pale, looking as though he had lost his soul, and rushed frantically toward the Zone A prison.

He had never dealt with people on the level of the Loffee family, but he could easily imagine that a family which had flourished in America for hundreds of years could not possibly be easy to handle.

Just then, Muling and the other two walked in. Hearing the footsteps, Murong Youruan and Murong Yueling, lying on their hospital beds, turned their heads to look simultaneously.

"Fellow Daoist, the three of us have all arrived. If you have any instructions, you may state them now." The skinny monkey suppressed his inner tension, trying his utmost to maintain a calm exterior.

In the end, Zhang Zhongjing came up with a method himself: after his death, his coffin would be carried out of Nandu toward his official post, and wherever the hemp rope broke, he would be buried right there.

From the start of the semester until now, he had not yet properly experienced the wonderful days of university life, so today he planned to fully immerse himself in it and choose a course he liked to attend.

With death looming close, Murong Youruan's face turned as pale as paper. Just when she thought she was going to die here, a yellow energy bullet flashed through the air and struck Mela's claw, intercepting its attack. Murong Youruan quickly regained her wits, spun around, and hacked her twin blades toward the head of the knocked-back Mela.

"Big Brother Gao, let me drape this animal skin over you, shall we?" Chen Xiang tightly gripped the soft and warm animal skin and said.

This was because he was not practicing this cultivation technique as his foundational discipline, but merely as an auxiliary one—advancing as far as destiny would allow.