137. The Lin Family's Reunion Dinner

The four of them solved their lunch at the temple fair, sampling an assortment of small delicacies: steaming hot rice noodles, crispy fried skewers, and sweet, sticky sugar paintings. Though simple snacks, they all ate with great enjoyment.

Afterward, they went together to the market to buy ingredients, planning to have hotpot at home that evening.

Qiu Yun specially picked out some good seafood and river delicacies, as well as some marinated meats favored by Lin’s father and Wei Xun, thinking they would only need to clean the ingredients once home.

Back when Ling Xuewei got drunk with Fang Haojie at the bar and was harassed by Brother Biao, Fang Haojie injured Brother Biao but failed to escort Ling Xuewei back to the hotel. As a result, Ling Xuewei was kidnapped by Brother Biao. She called Long Moxuan for help, who offered ten million and went alone to rescue her.

From the rearview mirror, Chu Yanzhe caught sight of Leng Yurou’s expression and couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

At this moment, no matter what lay ahead, under the urging of sorrow’s power, all obstacles became illusory. Whether behind them were stars and moon, lofty mountains, or raging flames, all would be shattered! It could be said that the fourth tier was spent first in fear, then advancing fiercely in sorrow.

“What about me? What should I do?” Long Miaomiao jumped in, feeling that such a useful talent should do something, lest her abilities go to waste. But not knowing what to do, she humbly asked for guidance.

In the old Xiao family mansion, Zhu Yingying slept soundly and woke up refreshed. Opening her eyes, she was startled to see the legendary Xie Liuyun, graceful as the breeze.

At this moment, Xie Bi could only struggle, mounting a final resistance. If he failed, he would fall into endless darkness, leaving Huang Yun to suffer a torment worse than death alone.

However, this coffin was at least two thousand years old, while the Bernoulli principle was confirmed in 1762. Could it be that over two thousand years ago, the ancient Chinese had already mastered its use?

After marriage, the two surprisingly did not share a bed. It was a secret to outsiders and a wound to both. Diao Chan had several times gently urged him to sleep on the couch, but he said he could not control himself and preferred the hard floor, where he felt comfortable and at ease.

Xie Liuyun finally finished speaking, but then he seemed absent-minded and dazed. A smile curled at the corner of his lips as he looked at him, silently, without urging him to speak further.

Because the streets were full of ruffians, Jiang Ming didn’t ask who was chasing her but praised her running ability. Though modest compared to his own, it was undoubtedly far better than that of others.

Ling Hao smiled upon hearing this but said nothing more. He knew well that, according to the scoring system of the Ascension List, seeking out powerful opponents was undoubtedly advantageous. Hu Fengtou had always chosen opponents left by others, clearly holding back strength, or else his ranking would be even higher.

“...What’s wrong, Leidson?” Lin Ai and Hai Qi glanced questioningly at the suddenly halted mech of Leidson as they prepared to continue their journey.

Moreover, if they sold this opportunity at a good price, they could use the money to gather information.

Without the veil of a water curtain, this vivid and alluring scene made many male disciples present stare wide-eyed.

The steam engine could withstand such great pressure; using it for a boiler with no pressure was certainly feasible.

“All right, drink some water first and help me gather a few sets of data,” Li Fangcheng suddenly smiled. Though anxious inside, he did not want Mu Mengxue to overexert herself.

Indeed, what Ling Hao was using at this moment was the third law he had comprehended from the Four Seasons Sword Technique—the Law of Autumn.

Impossible, right? Otherwise, Ji Yuebai wouldn’t be so resilient as to tolerate its presence on himself for over a decade.

Those who followed behind—the “Boss” and “Second-in-command”—looked pale as white paper, bloodless and considerably haggard.