56. God-Shattering Needle

Silence is golden at the dining table. The meal passed in profound quiet, devoid of the usual bickering and wrangling. Lin Xi suddenly felt a wave of melancholy wash over her, realizing with a start that everyone had changed. Is this what growing up means? Huddling under the rigid rules of propriety, bound by restraint, growing increasingly indifferent.

There is no other way, Zhang Qingting thought, stifled with frustration. It seems that without reaching an agreement with Old Madam Meng first, none of the subsequent matters can possibly be accomplished.

"What is there to see outside? Go yourselves if you wish," Su Luan said with a dark expression, unwilling to follow Qi Wan outside.

"Whether this matter is true or false, the Wu family knows better than we do. There is no such thing as an impenetrable secret!" Qi Wan said calmly.

"Amitabha, he has finally woken up!" Madam Zhao stroked her son's emaciated face, filled with boundless relief. She decided not to leave, staying right by the bedside to watch over him until he fully regained consciousness.

A majestic surge of white ethereal energy erupted, rolling forward like a mighty river, surging overwhelmingly toward Dabu Tianyi.

Huang Yi'ou smiled. My brother, this is a true brother. In times of crisis, someone to whom you can entrust your family is a true brother.

"Even if work were weighing on your mind, given your personality, you wouldn't tell me anyway," Angie said, completely unaffected by my mood, continuing to press on.

President Lin tossed me a cigarette, and I caught it. Death row inmates are always given a cigarette before execution; I knew all too well what this signified.

Watching Bai Boning’s gloomy yet suppressed expression, Bai Youlan slowly curled her lips into a smile, gently reaching out to tug at Luo Mingxuan’s robe sleeve.

To the left of our bodies lay a massive hollow formed by collapsed rock, an empty space visually estimated to be nearly the size of two football fields.

Gradually, the day faded into dusk, and the candles burned down to their stubs. The secret chamber plunged into complete darkness. She hugged her knees, burying her face in them. She felt as though she were on the verge of collapsing; in just a few short days, her entire world had completely crumbled.

Truly iron-hearted and merciless. Her colleagues' evaluation of her was spot-on. After all, she was his apprentice—could he not have shown even the slightest bit of leniency?

Although cultivating this black orchid in the dead of winter was no easy feat, he did not care. Yet, recalling Bai Youlan’s unfathomable mastery of poisons, and her specific request for this black orchid, he wondered if she intended to use it to brew some deadly toxin.

Somehow, our Third Master must have had a temporary lapse in judgment, for he actually trotted over to stand right beside our statue, striking a striking forward-leaning pose while solemnly pretending to be a clay idol of a deity.

With a firm arm wrapped tightly around An Yu's waist, Su Pai snapped back to reality upon hearing the sound, instantly waking up.

It felt both illusory and real, dreamlike yet tangible. I gently laid Xia Yue down, then gazed into her deep eyes, delicate face, and exquisite figure, leaving me utterly captivated.

He kept her hand firmly clasped within his own inside his coat pocket, transmitting a steady wave of warmth, which suddenly brought a smile to Bai Pool's face.

"From now on, we are one family. No past grievances must ever cause friction between us again. Whether you belong to the Heavenly Corpse Clan or the Blood Corpse Clan, we are all one family, and no one is ever to form separate factions again!" Liu Qingpiao, acting as the leader, spoke first. Every word she uttered was reasonable, prompting everyone to nod in agreement.

"Very well." Ji Haochu extended his hands, intending to pull Qianling into an embrace, but hesitated mid-air for a long moment before slowly lowering them.

Right now, they have already sent people out to recruit disciples. As for the final outcome, it all depends on how many disciples the dispatched scouts manage to bring back.

Calming herself down completely, she recalled Dawa's words, then bent down to push and pack the surrounding snow so her feet were free from the drifts. Gradually, she piled the snow into walls, constructing a snow cave to shelter from the storm.

"Please trust me." In the office, it was inconvenient for Qianling to say more, so she could only leave him with these words.

The person before her could not possibly be Zhou Zhalun. Zhou Zhalun was already dead; this person merely happened to share the exact same face.

Watching her smile, Lu Yanhe felt even more lightheaded, as if he were about to drown entirely within it.

Li Xiao had no desire to play a double-sided game. Since he had to place a bet, he might as well throw all his chips on a single side.

These remarks shifted Zhang Xian's perception of Gong Daizou somewhat. Now, he truly believed this young man intended to accomplish something monumental.

As the conversation flowed, the group naturally drifted toward the recent viral topic—Wu's Artificial Intelligence Boyfriend Rental Company.

"Do you think I look pretty?" Lian Tong clicked her high heels as she stepped forward. In the dead of night, her heels tapped rhythmically against the ground—*clack, clack, clack*.

The security squad subordinates swarmed in one after another, preparing to break in and make arrests, completely ignoring Long Er and his companions.

"Stop beating around the bush and tell me right now, what illness does my grandfather actually have!" Yu Enze urged impatiently.

Quan Zhen felt a twinge of doubt, wondering what had triggered the child to suddenly bring up her fourth maternal grandfather again.

With a sharp snap, amid the sluggish movements of the heavily wounded target, the demon-binding rope coiled forward like a venomous snake, locking them firmly in place.

Before the words fully faded, Xiao Liyan had already leaned down, his cool, thin lips pressing against Lin Runing's petal-soft mouth. Time slowed to a crawl, stretching out as if for a century. Lin Runing surrendered entirely to Xiao Liyan’s gentle exploration, gradually losing herself to a heady intoxication. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering lightly like a startled butterfly.

Consequently, apart from the younger players who dominated a significant share of the tournament, the veteran players occupying the top world rankings performed with relative stability, with very few major upsets occurring.

Knowing that his personal limits capped out at elite jonin, he wisely chose to invest in a rising star instead.

How could they not know the truth in Wang Qiang's words? They simply chose to forget, hoping to put aside future threats for the moment, especially after having just narrowly escaped the jaws of death.

Lu Zhiyan coaxed Chu Xiangning with a smile for quite a while longer, finally lifting her spirits somewhat. Only after promising to dine with her that evening did Chu Xiangning agree to head back first.