Chapter 51: Heading Home by Bicycle

"I'll get on first, you just jump up."

Under Li Meilan's skeptical gaze, Su Li skillfully rocked the bicycle back and forth a couple of times. The heavy-duty flying-pigeon bike tilted and lurched into motion. Li Meilan winced, crying out anxiously, "Mom—be careful—"

"I'm fine!"

"Don't drop the bicycle!"

Su Li was speechless. So you were worried about the bike all along.

Su Li continued to rock the bike with her left foot for a couple more beats, then swung her right leg backward, seating herself securely on the saddle.

In their conversation, they expressed absolute incomprehension regarding the actions of the Envoys of the King of Hell, accompanied by profound disdain and contempt for the King of Hell himself.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, what is wrong? Are you alright?" Seeing Zhang Yuanshan in such a disheveled state, Chen Bin could not help but ask.

The security guard was extremely polite, yet firmly blocked Li Enhui's path, preventing her from entering the central laboratory.

The death squad led by Shi Ah had remained in Guiyang with Zhang Renxian at the time. As soon as Zhang Ren received Liu Bei's reply, they immediately rushed to Xiangyang to rendezvous. In addition, Zhang Ren had specifically transferred Xun Su over to act as the chief commander for this mission, while remaining behind in Guiyang to hold down the fort and await news.

"That's right, I am Oda Nobunaga! Your strength has indeed reached the Demon King tier, but to think you would dare to kill someone from one of my three great families right here—do you really think you can just get away with this?" Hearing this, Oda Nobunaga spoke up.

"If you are still the same Zhao Yishan, if you still love me, why won't you come with me?" the spoiled Yue Yingya persisted relentlessly.

Zhu Qi thought to himself, then retrieved a medicinal pill. This was a pill recently refined by Madame White Bone, belonging to a rather high-grade immortal elixir. As long as one was not in a near-death state, recovery was entirely possible.

Zhang Ren laughed in spite of himself, and simply crossed his arms, leisurely strolling over to the doorway. Liu Qi had never witnessed the destructive power of that row of repeating crossbows and remained somewhat clueless, while Zhao Yun simply smiled apologetically at Zhang Ren as he emerged, looking utterly helpless.

It was precisely because of this core military force that Jiang Jianxun was able to sweep across Jinzhong, capturing more than twenty counties surrounding Taiyuan in succession. With momentum shaking the heavens, he had earned the qualifications to sit in the most revered chair in this White Tiger Hall.

"Heh, there's no need to be so formal." Hearing these words from Lin Yun and Qin Feng, Li Mobai smiled and waved his hand, whereupon everyone successively took their seats.

Duan Ran examined it for a moment. It was as translucent and crystal-clear as fine jade. Although the seasonings did not cling to the surface of the meat, every single muscle fiber had fully absorbed the savory juices.

Wushang's eyes narrowed, cold enough to almost shoot out a frosty glare. "So, your meaning is that you want me to do it myself, then?" With a flash of his figure, the wind stirred once more, his form flying swiftly as a silvery brilliance suddenly flashed anew, engulfing and swallowing him whole.

"Come, come, let me shoot him dead with an arrow." Sun Haochi squeezed his way to the front of the group, squatted down beside Zhang Qiming, pulled his longbow back to its full draw, and aimed his feathered arrow at a giant wild boar foraging for grass dozens of meters away.

"We were going to talk about it sooner or later anyway, did you really have to make it so mysterious?" Sun Haochi curled his lip, muttering with a thoroughly dissatisfied expression.

Not to mention the various inherited mystical arts, the magical treasures, spiritual treasures, and spirit herbs alone held immense value—enough to support the rise of an entire race.

The god-tier referred to here was the god-tier defined by mortals, featuring the trait "Demi-God Technique." Although it was not a true divine art, it nonetheless possessed a preliminary fraction of the might belonging to actual gods.

This made a previously flawed household complete; he now had a mother and a sister, as well as a father who was like an idol. Life was simply so gratifying.

Cang Hai initially thought about handing the key over to Lu Shu, but the moment he recalled how he had previously been dragged around for interrogation, he grew somewhat apprehensive of their relentless ways. If he handed it over and these people decided to toss him around again, wouldn't that make things even more troublesome?

The red-eyed rabbit was already clutched in the young man's grip, its ferocious grin dimming by a few degrees, as if it sensed that the newcomer was not one to be trifled with.