Chapter 52: Fu Shiyong had his sights set strictly on the Fish-Cleansing Pond...

"Yutao, I told you to go serve the distinguished guests in the first-floor parlor. What on earth are you daydreaming about?"
The housekeeper shoved her forward roughly.
Her knees forcefully slammed against the sharp corner of the coffee table.
During a war, people needed a ruthless taskmaster wielding a long whip, but once the war was over, everything reversed.
Primary succession was a clone, after all; without the power of the holy sword to sustain him, he would not live much longer.
She looked toward the arena radiating sword intent, her delicate body suddenly trembling as a trace of pleasant surprise emerged in her eyes, and the blood in her veins instantly surged.
Taking advantage of everyone's attention being entirely focused on the broken sword, Chen Yu quietly retrieved the divine dragon scale back into his Qiankun belt, causing the scale, which should have been extremely eye-catching, to be completely ignored quite by accident.
"Brother Ye, this is Mr. Yamamoto. I believe you should already know him," Li Weichen introduced with a smile.
By this time, Chusheng and Hawks were already up. The bearded man was carrying fishing gear, inviting Chusheng and them to go fishing together.
Being tapped on the head like that by Yang Cong, Siyin felt somewhat aggrieved, but upon hearing Yang Cong's subsequent words, she nodded in approval.
He had spent two years giving himself subtle hints, using his own strength to turn himself into his chess piece. How could he just let him go like that? How could he possibly give up the Holy Grail that was just a step away?
Ye Tian said indifferently, "Hmph, it seems you are not my subordinate yet." Back then, this fellow had been quite arrogant, and he held no good impression of him.
"Well, Chen Peng is at the hospital now, but don't worry, he's fine!" Ning Xin said as casually as possible.
"Regardless of the circumstances, I must thank you for resolving so many troubles for me this time. Although we do not yet know what kind of place this Netherworld Realm is, we believe that you will surely be able to help us defeat these forces," the elderly man said gratefully.
"Though my physical body has perished, my soul remains, currently cultivating in a certain realm. Keep working hard, and you will have the chance to meet again," that voice laughed.
Passing through the spatial gate, Calis arrived at a very familiar council hall, except that apart from Amelia, it was entirely deserted.
She wiped it over and over again, and finding it still not shining brightly enough, she spat a bit of saliva on it and immediately wiped it dry—it had to be completely dry, otherwise, it would easily rust.
Watching Huang Yi'ou say with a smile that he would henceforth accompany his father in seclusion in Shanghai, Yang Shuai could only feel helpless. Now that he was just an ordinary civilian himself, what else could he do?
Zhang Liang laughed upon hearing this, "Damn it, I have to go out and welcome them myself. Pass down the order: march south, and invite the Prince of Chu's delegation to come have some fun in Jiangling." With that, he urged the soldiers to head south.
Speaking once more made Wen Ruyu tighten his grip on her arm, "I will go with you, do not leave me behind alone." It sounded somewhat childish, but it was enough to show how dearly he cherished her.
Strictly speaking, Huang Shang had actually lost his gamble as well, except that Huang Shang's gamble had been free. If he had had to pay for it out of pocket, it would be hard to say how it would have turned out. Regardless, he was still much better off than Zhang Shuchun; Zhang Shuchun's piece was only worth a hundred or eighty yuan, and at this moment, he was feeling somewhat unbalanced.
"Ghost Shadow, go monitor all movements of the Heavenly Mansion, and report back to me immediately," Yue Gui said.
Without a pause, the moment Su Liuli swallowed the shrimp meat, she began peeling the shell of another large prawn.
The two of them sat down in the dining room to eat. The Chinese meal was lavishly prepared, and the room was exceptionally warm, yet Pei Yibo personally got up to ladle soup for Song Weiwei.