Chapter 51: Be a Good Child

They felt fortunate that they had treated Su Yan reasonably well.

The couple could never have imagined that the child actually belonged to the Lu family. No wonder that child did not look like he came from an ordinary household.

Huang Yiliu thought to herself that the reason Su Xingwan had been in such a rush to take the child back those days was because she knew the child belonged to the Lu family and was about to be found by them, which was why she was in such a panic.

She figured that since Su Xingwan had offended members of the Lu family, her fate would likely be—

"All men deserve to die." A frigid voice rang out as she launched a sudden, fierce attack toward Jiang Yuan.

The elevator doors opened to reveal a massive underground research facility, where numerous people in white lab coats were busy working on unknown tasks.

Despite being a ninth-tier expert who had survived in Siren City for a long time and possessed immense discernment, Tulan Yunge inexplicably felt a sense of embarrassment, as if he had become completely out of touch with the times.

As a practitioner, holding one's breath underwater is the most basic of abilities, but at this moment, Su Yang felt excruciating pain, choking on the current repeatedly, his body drifting like duckweed, entirely at the mercy of the lake's waters.

Gu Zhi thrust two fingers forward, aiming to gouge out Yuan Ba's eyes. The move was utterly ruthless, clearly intended to blind him.

With that, Xin Jiangli waved his massive sleeve, unleashing a majestic surge of divine spiritual power from Zuo Jun's body that swept and raged through the cavern. Before the eyes of Daoxuan and the other two, the crisscrossing cracks in the grotto slowly healed themselves, seamlessly blending into one flawless whole within moments.

"Alright, let's talk business. We still need to keep a close eye on the movements of the Guangsha Group. By the way, send me all the information you've gathered!" Cao Peng said to Tianji.

After Xiaoxiao and I finished washing up, we went downstairs. If Xiaoxiao hadn't known the way, it probably would have taken me a good ten minutes just to figure out where the stairs were.

Watching the person and the dragon playing so happily, Chu Feng felt utterly depressed and could not help sighing at how vast the gap between individuals could be.

Having just recently gained its power, the Blood Sea of Sacrifice had only a limited range of moves at its disposal. The first was Blood Sacrifice, a situational area-of-effect skill that could be used to seal space while defending its own fragile body.

At that moment, Yunlong called out without hesitation and turned to fly toward the green bamboo forest behind them. Seeing this, the Heavenly Fiend Demon Lord and the others still wore lingering expressions of profound shock, following Yunlong away in a daze between dream and reality.

The three of them kept their heads down, not daring to reply, casting fearful glances at the old man while cold sweat drenched their foreheads.

He had been dragged into this mess as well, and now look at it—netizens had begun attacking him directly, even suspecting that he had orchestrated this whole drama himself. It was a case of getting mud in one's trousers; even if it wasn't excrement, it had effectively become one.

Seeing that the magistrate had taken such action, and knowing the refugees had indeed witnessed the townspeople fetching porridge with bowls just like them, their pent-up resentment finally dissipated.

A round of court beatings and a single memorial had quickly quieted the storm surrounding the retention of mourning officials, but was this forcible suppression of dissenting voices truly a long-term solution?

Yet, at least for the moment, Luo Chengzhang had no such intentions. After ordering Cao Hua to be taken away to tend to his wounds, he stepped out of the courtyard and strode toward the south without stopping. By now, pitch-dark night had fallen, well past the first watch.

Once upon a time, Mo Fei had lived in another world for twenty years. A transmigrator—that was his true identity.

The two of them engaged in such esoteric and bizarre banter with utmost seriousness, leaving the carriage driver on the sidelines utterly dizzy and confused.

Although Netherworld had applied for the right to borrow the short scepter to observe the outside world, it constantly needed to draw upon the supreme artifact power of the [Immortal Space] to repair its own fragmented soul. Consequently, it could not monitor the surroundings at all times, especially when no powerful entities or dangers were encountered.

"Pardon my intrusion, but does the Demon Lord have something to say? Please enlighten us," Cang Hai decided to speak up and inquire.