Volume 1, Chapter 62: Happy Birthday, Yuniang

"Then I shall take your kind words, My Lord." Seeing the lantern drift far away, Liu Wuyi stood up and brushed the grass debris from her skirt. "Let us head back."

With the concise two words carrying little persuasion, Tantai Jianan added, "After the new year, Tantai the Third will make a trip to Hangzhou Prefecture to investigate the case of the Liu family's illicit trafficking of salt warrants."

Liu Wuyi turned her head in pleasant surprise, threw herself into Tantai Jianan's arms, and looked up at him. Facing the light, flecks of crushed gold scattered into the depths of her eyes, making her almond-shaped eyes crystal clear and translucent.

"Really? My Lord, you are so kind. Even though you say this only out of pity for me, I am still very happy."

Tantai Jianan stroked the top of her head, telling her not to belittle herself. "No, I had this intention long ago, it's just that..."

Li Zhi'en had no idea whether his dantian space was normal or not! Because it was simply too vast, just how much Yin Qi would it take to fill it completely?

Time seemed to freeze for a single fleeting moment, and even the air congealed instantly. Qing Dai did not seem to hear any sound of breathing or heartbeat, but indeed, it was merely for a split second, and if one were not paying close attention, it would be hard to notice at all.

Yet no one perceived it; everyone felt that Qing Dai was no different from usual, living her carefree days with a cheerful smile.

The police officers from the local precinct arrived at the scene first. Shocked by the rare and terrifying spectacle before them, they hurriedly reported it up the chain of command while beginning to persuade the curious neighborhood onlookers to disperse.

Upon hearing this, Chen Meng's expression beamed with unconcealed joy. The chance to study Gao Han's war chariot and step inside it was an opportunity that came only once in a blue moon, and Chen Meng was naturally filled with elation.

"How did you do that?" Zhouzhou glanced at Ouyang Xun, who had once again resumed his expressionless demeanor, and swallowed a lump of disgruntled saliva.

Li Ao tentatively raised his hand and waved it in front of Lu Li, wanting to test whether Lu Li was truly angry. Unsurprisingly, his hand was swatted away by Lu Li in one swift motion.

Sigh, as expected, a person's charm should not be too overwhelming; having too much charm easily makes friends worry and pine.

Her depth of feeling was not lacking; it was truly that she was thin-skinned. She admitted that she was quite a coward. When chasing stars online, she would shout "Hubby" at the top of her lungs, roaring it tens of thousands of times in her heart. Now that she had truly accumulated eight lifetimes of fortune to realize her "Hubby Dream," she simply lacked the courage to actually say the word aloud.

"Aside from the employees in our Rescue and Protection Department, there are only Dogli, Carman, and Whitebed. Carman can't get into our compound, and Whitebed stays in the hospital all day and never leaves. Who else could it be?" Chen Li spread his hands and quietly wiped away the saliva with his shoe.

Mike D'Antoni stepped forward and drew the tactics once more to review them with everyone. Steve Nash had long since committed the team's tactics to memory and was casually picking up a bottle of water to drink.

Lu Yuanliang was a man of few words; since he mentioned the celebration banquet, it could only mean that the situation in Tongzhou was progressing smoothly.

Chen Zhengping had no desire to continue discussing this topic, as those matters were not something he was in a position to meddle with.

Working domestically, overtime was the norm. As long as he provided overtime pay, there were plenty of people willing to work extra hours.

Opening his mouth, Colin looked at Linlei's appearance, thinking of how in the original work, although Linlei's mother Lina was also controlled by the Sovereign of Light, if they were in different material planes, the Sovereign of Light would not have been able to kill Lina solely relying on the contract.

Given Monkey Tip and Iron Bull's current identities, the number of people acting as matchmakers for them was undoubtedly countless. However, as they were Yang Yi's personal bodyguards holding vital positions, important matters like taking a wife naturally required Yang Yi's consent.

Although Su Mu usually forbade Filo from entering or leaving this mansion, and even forced her to wear various luxurious garments fitting her status as well as study proper aristocratic etiquette, he did not mind such harmless verbal insults in the least.

Liu Shuo could not help but吐槽 (complain) about the bizarre nature of the Japanese; their train of thought was truly hard for ordinary people to comprehend. Their so-called innovations were genuinely difficult to accept. In Japanese anime, every single villain had to be whitewashed—no matter what kind of villain they were, they had to have a tragic past, only to be forced into becoming a major antagonist.

The two people locked in a dispute were a yellow-haired young man holding a magic staff and a knight clad in full plate armor.

Changning held her chess piece in silence, her brows and eyes sweeping across the entire grand hall. Forty-nine Daoist priests were chanting incantations below, their voices soft yet enough to plunge her into mental agitation and distraction.

A single word of greeting upon return, a single look—this was a father, taciturn and tight-lipped, yet willing to sacrifice everything for his child.

A streak of black flame abruptly appeared, and the moment it touched the demonic energy, it devoured it entirely, surging upward along the tip of the sword.

At that moment, the One-Horned Ghost King was already wielding a pair of heavy hammers, charging straight toward Mofan. The power behind his hammers was formidable, and the ghostly aura was terrifyingly dense.

Ma Ying's eyes held a complex expression. Having not seen Lin Tianyou for a few months, the other party was still just like before, directly using violence to resolve matters whenever he encountered something displeasing.

"You fool! You can go to the Divine Realm first to fulfill your mission, take revenge on the Empress along the way, and then tear through space to find me in the Immortal Realm. That way we can still be together. Why would you give up this chance to become a deity?" Ling Fei asked with some urgency.

Qiao Mo reached out to grab Phantom's throat, but grasped only empty air, while the fire dragon charging toward Phantom passed straight through Phantom's body. Phantom suffered no damage whatsoever.

Like the hundred-meter-tall stone giants before them, they swung their fists with targets locked squarely on Lin Tianyou.

Though twenty-seven or twenty-eight years of age, he was remarkably composed. Yet this composure carried an indescribable eeriness, making one feel not a sense of safety in their heart, but rather a lingering unease.

The master was always "abusing" his disciple, and the disciple actually enjoyed being "abused" by his master. Their world was truly beyond comprehension.

Yet, going to such painstaking lengths, and using such a reputation-destroying method to harm her... just who could it be?

Having accepted the "infusion" of energy and laws for such a prolonged period, Xintian finally felt a trace of exhaustion.

"Then lead us to the nearest hotel to check in first! I'm a bit tired," I said, rubbing my shoulders feignedly.

"But to become a department head requires at least being a sixth-tier refining master, right? How could someone change positions after holding office for less than a month?" Hearing this, Lin Liang could not help voicing his doubt.

The wild boar's eyes turned red as it ran wildly and struggled forward, giving the black bear quite a scare and forcing it to scramble out of the way. As a result, the wild boar crashed headfirst into a towering poplar tree, shaking its branches violently.

Zhao Junhao warmly greeted Han Ke, lowering his voice with a smile: "Not bad at all." As he spoke, he even subtly pointed his finger toward Li Feier, who had turned away to pour some water.

Fang Jin seized the opportunity to retreat. Although she was still struck by the black-clad person's left fist, the force behind the blow only caused a dull ache in her arm without inflicting further injury.

Fengmen Village is located at the junction of Qin'yang City in Jiaozuo, Henan Province, and Shanhe Town in Jincheng City. Jiaozuo has no airport, so one must first go to Zhengzhou and then transfer to Henan Jiaozuo.

"Who decreed that one must sleep in the middle of the night? As the ancient saying goes: 'Jade trees stand before the wind, while donkeys and mules slumber deeply,'" Fang Jin argued rather sophistically.

"Then tell me, what products does your company manufacture?" Despite her sorrow, Song Fei'fei still put on a nonchalant front, though the look in her eyes carried a trace of lingering grievance as she gazed at Chen Xu.

After pondering for a few breaths, the white figure Li Quan suddenly offered an explanation. Not only did he lower his posture, but his tone even carried a hint of grievance. For a fleeting moment, even the dark forest grew stunned, somewhat at a loss for how to process it.