Chapter 56: Anything at All?

Ying Shu returned to the Ying family residence just as everyone was sitting down for breakfast.

Liu Xin praised, "Number One has a natural talent for cooking. He understands the moment I explain, learns the instant I demonstrate, and has grasped my culinary skills one hundred percent without needing a second lesson. I dare say it won't even take him a year to master all of my cooking techniques."

Liu Xin's apprentices couldn't even bring themselves to feel jealous; Number One's talent was truly beyond reach.

Number One said modestly, "It is all thanks to Master Liu's excellent teaching."

Fang Guodong had originally thought the matter would end there, but he had simplified things too much, and thought far too well of his own family members.

Once Ai Jia set up the computer, the four of them sat side by side in front of the desk and logged into their unified team gaming accounts.

He silently cried out that it was bad and tried to use a flexible roll to dodge to the side, but by the time he reacted, it was already too late.

His gaze falling upon the person he had just knocked down, Li Yunhe suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Even though these ancestral heroic spirits were already dead existences to begin with, dying together once more was truly no big deal at all.

The crucial point was what kind of gift to prepare for him that wouldn't cause any misunderstandings—it was an absolute headache.

Yet the very next moment, that person pulled down a ghostly mask from their forehead. Once the ghostly mask was on, that person's entire aura changed completely, resembling a fiendish deity lunging wildly toward him.

They all felt that things simply happened this way, or at least viewed it from the perspective of their own thoughts.

Personnel unemployment ultimately boils down to a lack of income, and in this era, income is still what solves the problem of putting food on the table.

This time, most of the teams inside the airport had set their sights on LDG over by the scaffold.

While practicing my martial arts, I did not forget to communicate with the Old Man of Hidden Sword. I also knew a great deal about certain affairs of the worldly realms beyond. I watched step by step as the situation drifted toward an irreversible direction.

Seeing Bailang successfully pull off a surprise attack, Hua Hu called out to Lei Xiao to retreat. The two led the cavalry, fighting as they withdrew. With the city gates wide open, defending forces rushed out of the city to provide reinforcements. Tie Ye, acting as the temporary commander-in-chief of the barbarian army, flew into a rage and ordered the barbarians to desperately entangle the cavalry, vowing to drag them down to their deaths outside the city walls.

No matter what, during this operation, Wood might have the opportunity to understand Blue Moon more deeply than ever before, whether regarding his personality, his morals, or his intentions.

Although these disciples of the Justice First Hall numbered fewer than three hundred, their advantage lay in the fact that every single one of them was vigorous and strong. Meanwhile, the crowd blocking Li Tian was massive, yet they consisted entirely of the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, possessing zero combat capability whatsoever. Therefore, centered around Li Tian, the entire scene within a half-mile radius was simply a one-sided massacre.

Chu Xun was somewhat puzzled; he did not know what kind of thing this actually was, why it emitted a pitch-black light, and why it was trembling.

"To be able to enter through the Path of No Return is truly an unprecedented marvel. Tell me, how did you get in?" Yumingsi appeared quite scholarly.

By the time the chameleon reacted, slowly crawled down the tree, and slowly crept up to the attacker, even if it wasn't dead, it would only have a sliver of health left, and a slight repositioning would be enough to kill it.

At this moment, within the desolate and empty Hall of Miraculous Mist, the handsome and gentle expression on the face of Di Jun's benevolent avatar was filled with profound sorrow.

People say that leakiness in the roof coincides with incessant autumn rain. Right at this very juncture, Publius's army pressed heavily upon the borders, with countless armored cavalry riding aboard massive starships, ready at any moment to trample upon the "sacred soil" beneath the feet of the "Holy Son."

Just at this moment, from within the deep and profound cave behind the old Daoist priest, a faint and ethereal sound suddenly drifted forth. That sound was hollow and distant, lingering and slender, resembling the ethereal bamboo-reed music of a bamboo forest under the moonlight, or perhaps the gentle chiming of light wind chimes swaying softly beneath the eaves of Linyin Temple as torrential autumn rain poured in dense, woven curtains.

Mo Song's eyes were bloodshot. Channeling his perception to cover his entire body, he raised both hands and slammed them downward. Guided by this traction, the new Dao soul likewise lifted itself, vaulted over Mo Song, and brought its palm crashing down toward the menacing purple evil scorpion.