Chapter Fifty-One: Missing My Daughter

“What good things do you have now?”

Liang Yi strode up to the middle-aged man, remembering that he still had a motorcycle he had not yet traded away.

If the man was willing to offer something in exchange, Liang Yi had no objection.

Hearing Liang Yi’s abrupt question, the middle-aged man’s eyes filled with confusion, though he showed no fear.

“W-what is it?”

“I have a motorcycle here.”

Although the Ancient God had remained overwhelmingly powerful, the two men absolutely refused to believe that he had suffered no losses at all after such a battle.

“On behalf of all the tribes of the Snow Region, Zhan Zhen thanks Senior for sparing our lives!”

As he spoke, Zhan Zhen bowed deeply toward the Violet-Gold Gourd, his tone utterly sincere.

Chen Xiao spoke at that moment. The middle-aged man nodded, then tossed a Source Stone to Chen Xiao. The instant Chen Xiao caught it, his entire body shuddered.

Su Ning was a little hungry. Since he could not buy any steamed buns, he wandered around in search of something to eat.

Kan Jilin was somewhat moved inside, but merely said淡淡ly, “Aren’t you going to ask what grievances Lu Shanmin has with them?”

The arrival of several Origin-Energy Main Gods and several Dominator-class Origin-Energy warships on the battlefield left the Light God Clan in a consistently passive position on the battlefield of the Despair World.

Below, Wen Miao, whose two hands were clasped tightly together, let out a harsh, feral laugh. Blood surged in his eyes as he bared his teeth and snarled, “Go to hell!”

The moment the words left his mouth, blood began to pour from his nostrils.

Su Mu smiled and headed straight for the entrance to the city hall. By then, no one had any attention to spare for this inconspicuous youth; everyone was fleeing outside in a panic.

The Empress Dowager patted Mu Ximei’s hand and raised her eyes to examine Rong Lu. The bloodstains on him had long since dried. Apart from the slap marks on his fair cheeks, several tea leaves were still clinging to his face.

Pei Junhao thought for a moment, then was overjoyed. He leaned out and said to Chu Binxuan, “Binxuan, thank you. I’ll let Zhihan see that I’m sincere.”

With that, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Even Wu Sheng and Zhang Meng burst into laughter. Li Hao, for once, actually blushed. It could be said that the three of them had now become the undisputed leaders here. Naturally, no one stopped them from entering the manager’s office.

Qing Wu sat quietly inside the brocade tent, her slender hand plucking another string. Her jade-white fingers, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the tent, were even more captivating, like the hands of the Moon Goddess granting a wish—soft and enchanting. As her fingers moved, the sound of the qin gradually rose, and the entire scene fell silent.

“What can you offer?”

Yekaterina leaned against the railing, her long legs slightly crossed, radiating irresistible charm.

At that moment, Li Hao did not know whether he should tell Tigereye’s old friend. Would Tigereye be able to withstand the blow? He pushed Tigereye over to the sofa and helped him sit down, considering whether he ought to speak.

Deep sorrow, along with a trace of contentment, appeared in Cuimei’s eyes. She had known for a long time that the Ninth Prince would never take a liking to her, yet being rejected so directly was still painful. Even so, she was fully satisfied to see the Ninth Prince once more before her death.

The doctor and Xia Kui were changing Huan Luo’s dressing in the room. Momo Liangyin and Lance walked out on their own initiative, and Lance did not forget to close the door behind him.

Luo Xi sat down and tucked the quilt around him. “You need to rest properly. I won’t disturb you.”

Looking at the frail figure on the bed, Luo Xi could not bring herself to speak of leaving.

Three grenades exploded one after another in the distance. The shock was truly intimidating, forcing the people inside the warehouse to scatter in panic, clutching their heads.

Thinking that the scramble later would most likely end with him admitting defeat, the streamer felt deeply aggrieved.

Who could have imagined that the once-arrogant Yellow Dragon Island would finally run into an immovable obstacle? Not only had its people died, but Yellow Dragon Island itself had also been torn apart.