Chapter 56: The Little Ancestor Finds It Too Complicated, and Bucket Bucket Feels Helpless (Experiencing Vintage Life Together with the Interstellar)

However, Chen Mu and the others all knew that Chen Xiulang's crimes certainly went far beyond this. For instance, Rong Zhexi was not even on the list of victims, and whose body had been used as a replacement remained undiscovered.

Having spent several centuries in secluded cultivation, and though he constantly had soft fragrance lingering in his embrace, Chen Mu still found it monotonous. Going out to breathe some fresh air would be much more beneficial for his physical and mental health.

Within a certain jump lane in the distant outer space, a bird-egg-shaped spaceship was journeying toward its pre-set destination.

What Shiran meant by those words was simply for her to eat on time. As for whether this man would misinterpret them? Well, that was beyond her control. After all, nobody would mistake such an innocent meaning for a check-up on his whereabouts, right?

Chen Mu smiled without answering. Ahead of him lay the Chen family ancestral hall, which housed the spirit tablets of his grandfather and earlier ancestors. Paying respects here during traditional festivals was only proper.

The carriage slowly departed from the town. With nothing better to do, Qing Bai casually glanced back, and suddenly caught sight of a scenery that immediately made him perk up.

Fortunately, Tan Shan was engrossed in reviewing his rewards at that moment, otherwise, he surely would have been jaw-dropped by the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Earlier, when Chao Xi fought Wan Shaokun and Huyan Fu single-handedly, his mouth had not stopped running for a moment, and his disdain was displayed without the slightest concealment. Yet now, facing a beginner-level cultivator like Ding Xing face-to-face, he instead remained completely silent and turned entirely solemn.

While strolling down the street, everyone was in a relatively pleasant mood. No one would wish to pick a fight with money, nor would anyone want to ruin a good mood, but things seemed far from being as simple as they imagined.

"I haven't been feeling well these past few days and have been recuperating within the sect. Once I recover, I'll go to the training grounds to practice," Jiang Yun said indifferently.

The so-called spirit-attachment involves sacrificing something of value equivalent to an ensouled object, allowing one to choose an item or weapon to receive the blessing of a guardian spirit, thereby helping beginners directly master a certain spirit-guarding divine spell or technique.

Why is it that humans are the only creatures on Earth who tirelessly undertake tasks that appear completely useless in the early stages?! Because their inner bodies are filled with an unquenchable hunger that has nowhere to vent.

After two rounds of artillery bombardment, the shield in the sky seemed to recover somewhat. Consequently, the artillery commander switched twelve 80mm pneumatic cannons to shield-piercing shells to blast open a breach once more, allowing the far more powerful twelve 120mm heavy cannons to focus on pounding the city wall.

"Damn it, that guy has zero respect!" Having his team's basket blocked by such a resounding stuff, the players from Class Two were extremely aggrieved and immediately cranked up their efforts.

"Is this the personal understanding of the Grim Reaper who holds sway over death?" Regarding Bai's response, Ye Qingfeng appeared entirely unconcerned. His proud expression indicated that he held absolute faith in his own insights.

Li An did not know Shidao's thoughts, nor did he care. Anyway, Shidao was hardly the only one wanting him dead.

Demerits, major demerits, demotions, dismissals—Yang Xuesheng dared not use any of these, as they would ruin a young cadre who possessed a background capable of destroying him in return.

Therefore, against this backdrop, the competition among various provinces was intensely fierce. The next step for Sichuan Province was to have its people smoke locally produced cigarettes as much as possible.

Yet his psychological resilience was also remarkably strong; with just a slightly stiff expression, he bit his lower lip and made no other superfluous movements.

Zhang Wanhao was not angry; he understood Liu Rongjin's words all too well. He was currently struggling to survive in the cracks, and with Fan Tieren transferred away, it was no longer an easy task for Mi Jiuxian to acquire a piece of land.

At this moment, the host wore a smile, feeling a huge burden lift from his chest, and then spoke out.

From the empty room came a once-familiar sound. At the mere voice, the instant Qi Ran lifted her eyes, her heart twitched with a sharp, agonizing pain.

She simply had never anticipated that because of this painting, she and Qi Ran would share an additional tie of fate.

"Is the battle not over yet?" Someone was thus forced to shift their gaze back toward the arena ahead.

By now, Chen Qing was well aware of the gravity of the situation. Moreover, he had concluded that the person who issued the order for the surprise inspection and search against Dawn Corporation definitely had no direct conflict with him, though that did not rule out the possibility that this person had been instigated by others.

His initial acquaintance with Chang Xi was a twist of fate; they could be said to have gotten to know each other through conflict. Yet looking back now, the story that followed could only be described as destiny. She brewed fine wine, and he was fond of Du Kang's creations, leading them to recognize each other as soulmates in no time.

That person turned out to be the cyborg Fujita, a heavyweight on the international assassin leaderboard, who could likely kill him with just a single finger.

The two types of monsters dispatched in this second wave seemed to be able to scale city walls and ram city gates without needing the siege engines and scaling ladders of the first round.

To this very day, Ding Junnan still vividly remembered the intensely profound shock that welled up in his heart the first time he laid eyes upon Ye Lingjun.

Gong Shihuan's beautiful eyes narrowed as the raging fire within her chest burned ever brighter. Beside her, separated by just a few paces, Luo He and Sun Haoran also wore looks of utter astonishment.

Wu Jun glanced at me, then fell silent and continued listening to Xia Mengchen play the erhu. Just as I intended to follow along and listen as well, Xia Mengchen stopped right at that moment.

Jiang Yutang did not return for dinner; he only called home to give a brief notice and, incidentally, told Ye Liangchen to keep Xie Wanrao from going out for the time being.

By this time, Wang Yuru, Chu Tianshu, Noodle, and the others had successively arrived at the edge of the fishing net, eagerly inquiring about Beidouxing's injuries. Thanks to the crowd, they managed to block the cameras' views.

More importantly—before the altar, seemingly because the sacrificial offerings were insufficient, the tribesmen dragged a pig right up to the front of the altar.

Having said this, the First Warlord raised his hand and summoned a thunder dragon, which roared as it charged toward Chen Xia.

Li Yanxiu's moves were extremely simple, yet hidden within these simple motions were the profound and wondrous principles of heaven and earth, as well as the oppressive, formless might of the universe. What looked like a light and casual strike actually carried a force heavier than a mountain and a momentum like a raging river. The three of them used all their strength, yet they could only parry desperately, completely unable to stop him.

Yet, if he wanted to stop Chu Yunshang and wished for Mo Qingliang to die, then the secrets of the Chu family would forever remain unknown to outsiders. But could things truly unfold as he wished?

Chu Zhaoyang neither chimed in nor objected, lying lazily to the side, embracing her with his eyes closed, basking warmly in the sun, and couldn't care less about what she was saying. Go out for a stroll? Hadn't he already been out for half a month, wasn't that enough? Although she was by his side now, he still felt that lingering at home and lying in bed was the most comfortable thing in the world.