Chapter Sixty-Four: Mother and Son Reunited...

"Chairman, the branch in Dublin called to report that the factory has caught fire. The situation is looking very grim."
The assistant and driver carefully offered the reminder.
In the rearview mirror, Fu Shiyong’s sharp brows remained tightly knitted, his eyes half-closed, looking thoroughly exhausted.
He waved a hand. "Return to the company."
"Yes."
The Rolls-Royce started up once more and pulled away.

"Times aren't what they used to be, brother. I haven't exercised in far too long," Li Huanfei panted heavily as he fumbled around for his glasses.
Of course, even so, the poisonous needles used by Cacturne were indeed commendable in both speed and quantity; the only unknown factors were their destructive power and toxicity.
If the demon clan won this war, the high-level cultivators of the human race would certainly not survive. However, regarding the unarmed mortals, Luyi still needed to have a word with the military strategist and the Demon Emperor.
This journey was long and arduous, spanning almost half of Willow Leaf State, so Xiao Yun had no doubt that his injuries would fully heal.

The flames of war gradually drew to a close as dusk fell. The waters of the Yalu River were choked with the corpses of soldiers from both the Ming and Qing armies. Ming warships still patrolled the area, fishing out the bodies of their own fallen men, while any Qing corpses encountered were unceremoniously decapitated, their bodies tossed back into the water to feed the fish.
The journey there had been with the current, but the return was against it. Relying on the arduous efforts of the oarsmen, the Zheng fleet finally managed to make it back to Shuozhou after a full day. Fortunately, they had captured several hundreds of prisoners; once distributed among the various vessels to take turns rowing alongside the original crew, they were barely able to maintain their speed.

Looking at the trembling Xiao Feng, Zhou Yubo’s eyes revealed deep shock. His initial estimation had been that even if Xiao Feng failed to successfully subdue and suppress the Demonic Seeking Sword, he would at least be able to retreat completely unscathed.
Every swing of the exquisite sword in Xiao Feng’s hand was either dodged by Chonglou or deflected by his palms and fists. Yet, regardless of whether the blade made contact with Chonglou, wounds—varying in length and depth—would continuously appear across Chonglou’s body.

Luyi and Yumeng exchanged glances, momentarily at a loss for words, silently praying in their hearts that Xiao Yun would successfully survive the heavenly tribulation.
As he spoke, his body gradually began to turn to sand. The half of his body resting sideways on the ground slowly melted into the earth, transforming into the soil itself, while the other half remained humanoid—a sight of extreme bizarreness.

"It's nothing." Xuan Wushuang shook his head, his expression easing up, though he let out a secret sigh in his heart.
"You've pushed me too far." White light condensed into two large sabers in his hands. The wild bull gave Bai Yu no chance at all, slashing directly toward Bai Yu's face.

However, after a brief moment of trance, when Zhang Chao regained his consciousness, he abruptly discovered that the mental sword seemed to be firmly attached to his divine soul.
Furthermore, everyone had assumed that Fang Yuxue was using Lin Ye as a classic negative example to warn them.
Hearing the Black Tortoise Demon King's narration, Zhang Chao couldn't help feeling secretly delighted. This truly was falling asleep and instantly being handed a pillow.

"Take her home." Qiu Henhai walked outside without looking back. Doudou paused in place for a moment, then picked up the unconscious golden marten and followed in Qiu Henhai's footsteps.
Truly worthy of being a pair destined by fate, Yang Guo’s eyes widened instantly. As the plot deepened, he became deeply infatuated with that cold and ethereal fairy.

The second stream of golden light sank into Ye Tian’s mind. The massive torrent of information left Ye Tian momentarily dizzy as countless unfamiliar details continuously welled up in his mind, as clear and distinct as memories that had always belonged there.
"Alright, my friend, there are quite a few reporter friends here today. Each person is limited to two questions. Let’s let others ask first." Zhou Bai stopped him and said.

Thank you to the user Yan Luofeixue for the tip of 100 coins. I have matters to attend to from this afternoon through the evening, so I rushed to write this out first.
"Wait, didn't Prime Minister Liu request leave to enter seclusion?" Tang Wen drifted over to sit on the sofa, where the surrounding white substances formed numerous hands to deliver fruits and snacks. He picked up an apple, took a bite, and only then spoke.