Chapter Thirty-Two: Do We Have a Dog?

Ye Cheng was still confused about what had happened when he saw his mother, supported by Geng Zhongcheng, leaving the dining table.

“Mom? Aren’t you going to eat? Where are you going?” Ye Cheng asked in surprise.

“I’m going to walk the dog…” Ye...

As soon as she said this, everyone’s eyes turned to Xin Xin, sizing her up from head to toe. Even the disciples of the Ghost Gate beside Ke Yixiong burst into laughter, their minds wandering to the beautiful scenes of dual cultivation.

Suddenly, Gui Jian wrapped his arms around Mu Geng’s waist, grasping her hand with the other. His handsome face drew close, and Mu Geng’s heart fluttered uncontrollably.

The reason for such a lengthy explanation was to remind everyone that Taiyuan Prefecture was the most deeply entrenched stronghold of the Li royal family. Here, their influence was tangled and vast, far surpassing that of the divine capital Luoyang or Western capital Chang’an.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two arrived at the largest inn in town. They requested two upper rooms, and seeing that it was still early, went to the inn’s teahouse to discuss their next move over tea. However, the conversation of the guests nearby interrupted their train of thought.

The beggar swordsman picked up the wine gourd beside him and drank three large gulps, “glug glug glug.” He opened his mouth, exhaled a cloud of muddy wine breath, and his previously pale face flushed faintly, as if emboldened. He loudly sang the second half of the verse.

Of course, these were mere side notes. Li Lingyi and Mans talked from dawn till late into the night, waiting patiently until three in the morning when Snow and the soldiers finally returned.

Yang Yi’s voice rose sharply. He hadn’t expected that getting Cinderella to come out would require so much persuasion. Cinderella’s stepmother was truly a piece of work. That wretched old woman needed to be shown some real strength, otherwise she’d keep thinking she mattered, dragging things out endlessly. Did he have time to waste on her nonsense?

“Haha! That’s a great suggestion, we must make sure he has nowhere to hide—charge!” Liao Shouhei of the Sacred Qi Sect laughed heartily, being the first to soar into the air.

But Jinmu was still in utter chaos, unwilling and unable to fight, so naturally he was no match for Nishio Jin.

She spat out her inner core and unleashed her Green Snake transformation. Her whole body morphed, much like Manggang, and as her transformation completed, the Tenfold Sword skill descended upon her.

Such medicinal herbs were priceless for martial artists of the Spirit Sea stage, but at that time, to Qin Chen, they were mere embellishments.

“Is that so?” Rong Linyi’s expression now closely resembled the one he had shown earlier on the phone.

Under normal circumstances, if a Celestial Immortal wanted to refine the Azure Ice Flame Gauntlet, it would take several days.

The intimidation brought by the Speed Ball was palpable; the batters from Emperor East High School struggled to adapt right from the start, especially since Miyuki had accurately grasped their mindset. The lopsided defense in the top half of the first inning was only to be expected.

The one who came out was not Zheng Youwei but Wang Dali. She looked up at the sky; that girl hadn’t returned yet—could she really have gone to dinner with Zheng Yumei?

Yueli needed to understand that her savior, using the act of rescue, was aiming to destroy him.

“You can’t get up yet, your wounds are serious…” Luo Yu forcefully pressed him back down. Logically, she shouldn’t be his match, but a gentle push from her sent him collapsing.

On the first base side, just stepping out from the dugout, Mao Ye Xin carried his metal bat, his gaze drifting toward Wang Ye Shintaro standing atop the pitcher’s mound. His eyes narrowed, and at the corners of his mouth, a faint smile seemed to appear.