Chapter 54: You Must Live Under My Surveillance

Inside the room.

Mother Bu, accompanied by a robot, had prepared some dishes.

Father Bu, meanwhile, brought out some fine wine and beverages that he usually hesitated to open, and poured Xurui a glass of a deep-blue drink that resembled a starry sky.

He smiled and said, "Have a taste. It's delicious."

Then he turned to Yao Han, saying, "Xiao Han, you just got off the spaceship, you must be tired. Make sure to get a good rest in your room later."

Yao Han offered a shy smile. "Thank you, brother-in-law."

"Who goes there? Show yourself, you bastard!" As soon as the words fell, a silver flash cut through the air. The speaker collapsed straight to the ground, head and body parting ways, blood gushing out like water and staining a large patch of the earth.

Over the past few days, Pizi had been focusing heavily on training Ye Yong's speed. Furthermore, because Liu Qingyue failed to maintain her usual calmness, her second attack was once again dodged by Ye Yong.

Li Shimin was hoisted high by his soldiers and carried toward the imperial palace. Along the way, the people were jubilant, and the cheers of celebration echoed endlessly, resembling a joyous festival. Wherever they passed, countless commoners squeezed through the crowds, eager to offer their finest wine, food, clothes, shoes, and fabrics to Li Shimin. It was truly a sea of people, with ten thousand looking up in reverence.

Just as they got out of the car, Tian Tiantian's phone rang. She pulled it out from her bag, her expression stiffened, and she subconsciously glanced at Luo Yaozhuo.

"How is this any golden-hooped rod? This is a metal-attribute soul weapon, the 'Gold-Shattering Staff'! The grade of this soul weapon is not low at all!" Jin Yongqiang's eyes lit up as he looked at the golden staff held in He San's hand.

Four mid-stage Divine Elders dealing with a single mid-stage Divine Elder shouldn't be too difficult, which was why Jiang Yuhan dared to leave Meixiang behind. Mengchi was not very far from Mokong City; within half a day, they arrived above Mengchi. Wang Tianfu shouted toward the city, demanding the Chief Judge come up to speak.

Nan Gongjue wanted to retaliate against Liu Moxi, but stopped when he encountered her peaceful sleeping face. "Sigh! There's really nothing I can do with you!" With a sigh, Nan Gongjue withdrew his hand; after all, he still couldn't bear to wake her up.

Just as Ling Yunxiao was marveling at this, that general-class fiend suddenly vanished from his line of sight. Just as Ling Yunxiao spread his spiritual sense to probe for the fiend's location, he suddenly felt a tightening around his neck.

Upon hearing what Ling Yunxiao said, the white-faced First Elder and the black-faced Second Elder exchanged a glance, their expressions turning grave. Then, the white-faced First Elder's figure suddenly materialized in front of Ling Yunxiao, reaching out a somewhat withered hand to grab Ling Yunxiao's right hand directly.

Without my mother's protection, whenever my father got drunk, I was the one he beat the most. He would use any means possible, grabbing whatever was at hand and raining blows upon me, completely disregarding whether I lived or died.

The towering figure of the Zhou family ancestor returned to Guyuan City in an instant. Just as he stepped into the courtyard's main hall, he caught sight of Zhou Tianming sitting to one side, causing him to pause in surprise.

Only then did Bai Weiren notice that Zhou Xuan was completely motionless. His expression changed drastically, and he let out a loud shout, his aura thrown into chaos.

Lin Mu narrowed his eyes slightly. His martial soul was only manifested on his arms and head, and he hadn't even released his spirit rings... Who on earth was he looking down on?

She waved her hand, directly conjuring a downpour, and used spiritual lake water to douse and awaken everyone trapped within the formation.

Zhou Xuan and Lu Gongming took a deep breath. To avoid being spotted by the other party, they pressed tightly against the wall of a building, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The last time an image-recording stone appeared was a thousand years ago, and that very stone had been acquired by a mysterious Gold Master of Spirit.

She shifted the handle of her parasol to her left hand, placed her palm over the man's large hand, her soft fingertips slipping through his knuckles, and locked their fingers tightly together.

"Get lost." Emperor Yin raised his hand, intending to blast the person away, but abruptly forced himself to stop at the very last moment.

Beauty Lingzhou was only missing; it had not been confirmed that she was dead. He still harbored hope in his heart, and could only force himself to walk out of his sorrow.