Chapter 60 Wanting to Sleep in Auntie's Room

All sleepiness had vanished. Before Su Xingwan could even get up, the two little ones scampered into their aunt's bedroom on pattering feet. They immediately shed their padded cotton jackets and snuggled right into the warm, fragrant covers of their aunt's bed.

Su Xingwan was momentarily stunned.

These two children...

It seemed she had been deceived by them.

Two little fuzzy heads poked out from under the covers separately, looking toward the incoming aunt with faces full of eager anticipation.

Su Xingwan feigned, "Isn't story time—"

"Swish!" Forged from centuries-old spirit-repelling peach wood and infused with the blood of the Master of White Cloud Cave, the essence of the wood was brought to its absolute zenith as the primordial wooden sword burrowed straight into the earth.

Li Jiyan held his phone in the palm of his hand, a single finger lightly tapping against the back casing. His amber eyes gazed out the window, holding a profound depth that was difficult to fathom.

It could be said that Crazy Stone was a low-risk, high-return film. If it were shot and released right now, it would undoubtedly make a killing.

Putting it that way, if it were concerning a creature of flesh and blood, that would indeed be the case. But clearly, Cypher was no mere mortal; from a certain perspective, he might even be tougher than this massive contraption.

The celebration banquet was not yet over, so why had Thien slipped away early? One had to know that the venue was immensely lively, with I/O Corporation rolling out endless supplies of food and wine that simply could not be fully enjoyed.

A surging tide of purple-black soul fire came rushing forth, while a ring of emerald-green fire shields slowly enveloped the Ghost-Faced Demon Body, sending billowing clouds of burning mist radiating outward.

Three years ago, he graduated from Hogwarts, the most renowned and finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in Britain, and incidentally, the only school of magic in the entire country.

At that moment, those ten-meter-tall bipedal mechs that he cared about so deeply were finally no longer just lumps of cold iron amidst the winter chill; they seemed to have finally completed their preparations—flames of intense heat suddenly erupted from the upper backs of two of them, melting the frost and snow.

Not for any other reason, but simply because everyone knew the danger of this battle, and thus each of them hoped to be of some help.

Originally, he had been racking his brain for an excuse should Shen Ruoxi refuse, just to avoid excessive awkwardness. Yet now, with Shen Ruoxi agreeing without a moment's hesitation, he was left completely at a loss.

Recalling that tall, majestic purple figure, Chu Xinghan could not help a wave of longing. Especially when everything had calmed down, this yearning rushed over him like a tidal wave, impossible to suppress.

With Lin Keyang ahead and a gigantic boulder behind, at this very moment they were truly trapped between two desperate perils. Yet at that juncture, looking into Lin Keyang's eyes, listening to his words, and gazing at the sharp sword in his hand, Fang Li remained silent.

Lin Xingchen wanted to run over in terror to demand an explanation, but he found himself trapped right in the aurora of a spacetime vortex, unable to extricate himself. He could only observe the heavenly conflagrations of those primordial ages from the perspective of an onlooker, or perhaps through the medium of a dream.

Hearing this, Wu Boshao snapped back to his senses. No longer caring about anything else, he gritted his teeth and charged forward madly. Even if that power truly was the legendary terrifying force, he could no longer afford to care; for the sake of Nankui Rui, what did it matter even if he gambled away this old life of his?

In the distance, a stern figure stood poised on a flying sword with hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed intently on every single movement below.

"I never expected the Second Prince to have already made his move. It seems I've arrived right on time..." The middle-aged man from the Samsara Mansion looked at the lifeless environment around him; far from feeling oppressed, he simply cracked a wide, sincere smile.

Despite all the plotting by the Li family—who had even brought out the Fifth-Tier Divine Artifact, the Wind-Fixing Pearl, deliberately to target and humiliate Xu Fan—they still failed to anticipate that Xu Fan possessed such a trump card.

Was he dreaming? Why would Elder Xie appreciate Xu Fan instead of himself, someone a hundred times more exceptional?

To avoid idle gossip from outsiders, Zhao Zilong waited a few minutes after Chen Xiulian ran home before leisurely making his way toward her house. Yet, he never expected to be intercepted by Chen Qiulan just halfway there.