Chapter 54: The Beginning of Autumn (Part 2)

Su Qiao wandered around the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative once again. Seeing the dense crowd, she didn't even dare to go inside, fearing that she might lose her shoes in the commotion if she wasn't paying attention.

Better head home; her mom and dad should be arriving soon.

Thinking of her parents, Su Qiao pedaled her bicycle back home. Along the way, she ran into several acquaintances, and they all greeted one another.

Seeing the passersby carrying bags and bustling about hurriedly, Su Qiao secretly curled the corners of her lips in a smile. Fortunately, she hadn't forgotten to bring her own black cloth bag when she went out, otherwise—

Previously, Bai Bing had resisted him so intensely that he had already contemplated letting her go, let alone now, when she was sleeping so obediently in his arms.

My name is Er Dongli, and the heavens bestowed this name upon me because my ears are much sharper than those of ordinary people. In the dead of night, I do not need my eyes; relying solely on my ears, I can pinpoint the enemy's location.

"Then I'll go talk to Wang Wei. Wang Wei probably doesn't know the eldest sister-in-law has arrived yet, right?" Seeing that she had simply settled in here and clearly came prepared, Li Xiuying didn't say anything further.

Consequently, the council of elders decided to strip the sect master of his authority. Although Immortal Emperor Lingyue had not yet been formally impeached, it was merely a matter of time.

Murong Qianxian did not have the fairy sword belonging to the Master of Great Cang Mountain in her possession, but that Cyan Mirage Bottle was something she was determined to acquire. She immediately unleashed her divine powers, transforming a hand from condensed lake water to grab the Cyan Mirage Bottle and pull it back, while Mu Tianlan pursued the fairy sword.

"I should have gotten married while I was still pretty and radiant. Now that I am paralyzed, who would still want me?" Mu Xinyuan cried while secretly observing Yu Han's expression.

Indeed, after rehydrating, Consort Yuan's mind became noticeably much clearer. Her body didn't feel as agonizingly uncomfortable either, and she was finally able to speak.

In the end, left with no other choice, it had to use its sharp claws to tear open its own chest, utilizing a single droplet of heart's blood as a vessel to carry a wisp of divine consciousness, which it cast back into the fissure of the "Heaven's Leak."

"Xue Qingzhao greets senior!" Xue Qingzhao said very respectfully. When dealing with these figures who were half-enemy and half-friend, it was best for him to remain cautious and courteous. He glanced at the old man and said nothing further.

"In short, the two of you are not suited for each other. I have tried all sorts of methods before, but none of them worked. Yet now, I still implore you, do not marry Zhanting," Elder Lu said.

Song Yiyi curled her lips in a slight pout and paid him little attention. Xiahou Ce glanced at her, cast a sharp gaze in his direction, and then Xiao Qingcheng smiled and departed thoughtfully.

Lin Jinming was already dumbfounded. With his mouth agape, he couldn't utter a single word, able only to continuously shake his head and shake it again. For the Guan Chenji before his eyes was simply too terrifying.

Ouyang Feng followed closely behind Zhao Fuxin. The two of them remained completely silent all the way. When they reached the entrance of the silk and satin shop that Ah Mei had mentioned, Zhao Fuxin hesitated for a long time before finally letting Ouyang Feng go inside.

Actually, during the very first minute or two of a newly broadcast variety show, there isn't much difference, and it's impossible to tell which show is truly better.

At this moment, Ye Tianluo's gaze was profound, and his face flashed with a peculiar radiance. No matter how powerful its leader might have once been, he had no reason not to devour a piece of fat meat delivered right to his doorstep.

Without waiting for Yang Xing's reply after she finished speaking, the nun turned and left. Yang Xing merely let out a soft laugh and also turned back to walk into the silk shop. Qingwen, filled with a stomach full of questions, followed Yang Xing inside.

"I don't want these things," Xiahou Ce shook his head. Song Yiyi didn't care for them; since it was said she liked antiques, perhaps he should gift her some antiques instead?

Yu Youjia and Wu Fei were nothing alike. The two of them differed in speech and conduct by heaven and earth. If the present Tianjiao were to choose, naturally Yu Youjia felt more like a qualified older brother—one who indulged his younger brother, yet also provided necessary discipline.

"There is no why, you owe it to me." Qingyan's mind was actually in utter turmoil. Following the prolonged battle earlier, she had actually sustained severe injuries, and her internal vital energy was already churning chaotically. She was merely putting on a strong facade in front of Shen Yujing to mask her frailty.