Chapter 55: Easy to Enter, Hard to Leave

Stepping off the teleportation array, Muju did not let go of Li Zhi’s hand, looking as if she was very unaccustomed to strangers.

"You must be the current head of the Xiao family?" The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, gazing indifferently at Third Master Xiao.

According to Chen Cheng's usual train of thought, since he was here, he had to take advantage of the situation. Being able to calculate that Liu Bei and the others would arrive here today meant he also knew the Runan army would inevitably return through this route today. If he failed to profit from this, he wouldn't be Chen Cheng, a child who grew up in poverty.

Liang Shangjun was an acquaintance of the creditor, and it seemed his status was clearly higher than that of the creditor. Throughout the entire conversation, the creditor maintained a respectful attitude toward Liang Shangjun.

"A great catastrophe is coming? Impossible! With this king reigning in Zhaoge City, not a single person dares to touch you!" Emperor Tiande declared imperiously.

Along the way, Zhang Weiguo increasingly felt that something was amiss. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed the number of Zhao Tiegang, the deputy head of the municipal party committee organization department.

Without changing expression, Yi nonchalantly selected a friend from his contacts list and called, saying he urgently needed ten thousand yuan, without a single extra word of nonsense.

They had even less idea of what purpose Li Tianyi and Liu Zhuang had in mind by suddenly showing up and getting straight to the point with such a demand.

Hearing this, Chen Cheng felt a pang of emotion. Could it be that he had developed such deep bonds with these people? Or were they simply unable to make ends meet and waiting for his return to pay their wages?

"Brother Ye, please let go of me! I... I need to go and welcome the experts from the Black Dragon Stronghold and the Fengliu Stronghold." A-Ling's soft voice slipped into Ye Meng's ears, giving him an urge to caress her.

She scooped a spoonful into her mouth and chewed it slowly, finding the aroma fresh and the texture soft, tender, and waxy, falling short in no way compared to the dishes she had once tasted at Fuming Pavilion.

Four years ago, he was left with only half a body from his injuries, yet didn't he survive just the same in the end?

Jin Guangyan wanted to say something more, but his phone rang at an untimely moment. It was an unfamiliar number. Jin Guangyan frowned slightly and hung up, but the ringtone relentlessly continued to ring.

"Understood. LX907, you are responsible for seeing off Ye Qitian, the Ghost Doctor." Long Hu issued the command in a calm tone, showing not the slightest trace of resentment toward following Ye Qitian's directives.

Her voice was like a gentle breeze brushing across the face. Mei Zijian found it pleasant to listen to, and a flush of joy appeared on his face as he sighed, marveling at why the mistress could command such immense favor.

Regardless of whether they were or not, they were a generation that broke conventions, stood out from the crowd, dared to innovate, and excelled at striving.

This was the first time he had ever seen Ruoxin shed tears, and every single tear seared his eyes with pain, making him wish he could bear the pain and sorrow in her stead.

Leng Rui refused to give up and dialed again. She was being insincere; she had loved him so deeply before and done so many things for him—how could she possibly stop loving him just like that?

That winter, Yu Zichen's army crossed the Huai River and pressed straight toward the capital. Everyone in the world was whispering that the capital wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Meanwhile, Hua Xin'an sat alone in the palace, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

This time she was indeed at home, but before Ruoxin even stepped through the threshold, she heard Qingyin's suppressed, low cough and caught the heavy scent of medicine.

Hua Xin immediately retrieved the Fluid of Nourishing Origin from the Panorama of Myriad Rivers and Realms and poured a portion into Jiang Kun's mouth.

At the same time, Du Yu lunged forward a step, pinned the neck of the half-step flying corpse with his right leg, snatched a talisman from his pocket with his left hand, and slapped it directly onto the corpse's forehead.

Not far from these stone tablets and mounds, within the reach of the lingering light, a tall and heroic figure suddenly came into view.

"It seems you value your lives less than these treasures. Kill them all." Lin Feng waved his hand.

"Your strength..." Du Yu widened his eyes. The power Duiling displayed was vastly superior to before. What on earth was going on?

Two destructive beams of light violently collided, immediately sending terrifying ripples sweeping outward that completely tore apart the clouds in the sky.

Human life is far too fleeting. A mere hundred years is not even entering middle age for elves and magical beasts. Yet, Zhang Ziqing still refused to give up her love for Zi Mu Xiya.

Ever since the millennium Dao discourse, Gufeng had left an imprint in her heart. His repeated rescues at Sansheng Cliff had stirred her feelings even more, and upon learning that Gufeng might be in danger at the cliff, she had worried day and night.

"Hahahaha! It won't be long before the Blood-Dissolving Gourd completely subdues this fierce beast. Hahaha, wonderful!" Seeing this, Qian Fei, who had collapsed onto the ground, finally let out a sigh of relief and burst into loud laughter.

Since old man Luoshi didn't want to elaborate, he wouldn't ask further. Besides, he wasn't the type to care much about plot details anyway; if it could be skipped, he'd skip it, as long as the boss was dead and the rewards were secured.

The ones following closely by his side were naturally Qi Erhu and Li Hao; others simply lacked the qualifications to tag along. Qi Erhu knew Fang Jianxiong's temperament well—he wouldn't lose his temper over what just happened, but not daring to ask directly, he could only beat around the bush.

"I will definitely cooperate fully," Gu Tie said without the slightest hesitation, completely disregarding a real man's dignity. You couldn't eat dignity anyway.

With a smile on his face, Li Zichen looked earnestly at Chen Chonghui and said in an extremely resolute tone.

Yet, despite these brief and forceful assaults, Radek had ultimately made an incalculable contribution to the staging of Stalin's show trial. On the whole, he had successfully fulfilled the mission entrusted to him by Stalin.

Hearing this, Ye Zeyu understood somewhat. If Shi Minggang could cough up some information, it would count as a meritorious service and he might pass the test; after all, the main targets were people like Feng Chuangyang.

After saying this, Liu Yihua stepped down from the armored personnel carrier. He couldn't just conjure a haircutting tool kit out of thin air, could he? He had to find a secluded spot to take it out. This didn't need to be materialized by the Yanhuang system—back then, Liu Yihua had procured massive amounts of supplies, and haircutting tools were naturally among them.