Chapter 141 Perhaps This Is What a Researcher Is Really Like

After buying plenty of groceries in Xiaosang Town, Mother Lu returned home and headed straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner, assisted by Shi Zixuan, Qin Xiaomian, and Aisha.

Father Lu walked in and immediately began tending to the flowers and plants in the small courtyard, with Lu Yu lending a hand nearby.

His father scolded Lu Yu, reminding him that before leaving, he had asked Lu Yu to occasionally come back and water them. Looking at them now, it seemed Lu Yu hadn't watered them even once.

Lu Yu replied that his company had been far too busy recently, leaving him no time to attend to it, and all...

Director Wu sat majestically at the head of the table with a stern expression, Lu Jin seated to his right and Ye Libo to his left. Everyone took their seats in order, completely filling the massive conference room with not a single empty chair.

Because they had just arrived at the pier not long ago, a fishing boat pulled into the harbor, and two rugged men stepped off carrying strangely shaped objects.

Yi Chixi and the others hurriedly wrapped sheepskin pelts around them, muttering that they needed to cover up to warm themselves.

"We have arrived, Madam." The driver stopped the car and took out two solid black, opaque umbrellas, holding one over Mrs. Cephus's head. The other was held by Cain over Xu Weiwei's head.

Yet, deep down, she knew very well that this matter involved the Eastern Palace; neither the Crown Princess nor His Highness the Crown Prince would let her off easily.

At the same time, she felt a mixture of shock and confusion. This was the boudoir originally prepared for Jiang Ruanxi; if the person inside wasn't her, then who was it?

***

Adu II spoke with flying spittle, stringing curse after stringing curse together. To Cephus, it sounded dearly familiar.

This scene made Wang Baobao beside them turn green with envy and flush with anger, while even Qian Liancheng could only shake his head in awkward silence.

Su Mo caused her to miscarry, taking an innocent life, yet he couldn't see Su Mo's viciousness at all?

Fortunately, Sesame and Meat Bun were no ordinary mortals. Although their moves momentarily lost their effect, they refused to yield to the noise. Racking their brains, they channeled their full internal energy to search for a flaw around the Daoist priest in order to shatter his barrier of vital Qi.

To Qin Chuan's surprise, everyone followed along, eager to see how he would "torture" people.

"Father, tell them I won't marry anyone!" Mu Dailing looked toward her father as well. Of course she knew this was by no means her father's intention.

"That fellow, the Man of a Thousand Faces, what did he do?" Zhou Shuo blinked and asked, following Old Man Xia's words.

Half-Emperor? This stage sounded so close! Yet wanting to elevate oneself to this phase felt like spanning an immense, unbridgeable chasm.

Mu Dailing, standing nearby, remained unaffected by Madame Biyue's allure and charm. Noticing that Lin Yan seemed somewhat absent-minded, she quickly tugged at his hand as a reminder.

After uttering those words, the figure in black vanished from the spot once more. This time, Ouyang Fan was utterly convinced that the next second would be his last.

***

It was obvious that Yu Hanqing was somewhat reluctant. Fearing that the powerful amulet would eventually help him recoup his losses and fuel an even greater greed, I was unwilling to return it—after all, no one ever complained about having too much money.

The elderly and the children huddled cozily inside their home, happily roasting by the brazier. Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang still had to work; Lu Jiang had it a bit easier with no critical tasks, but Feng Qingxue was exceptionally busy.

At that moment, the family of four remained seated on the heated brick bed, with Xibao spreading his arms wide to shield his younger sister behind their mother.

"You don't understand." The Eagle King's hooked nose looked extremely gloomy as he slowly shook his head. The body of a human immortal, the realm of a ghost immortal—such cultivation was truly baffling in how it could ever be attained.

The Demon's Hand wore a calm smile. Having fought for so long, he had essentially figured out Chen Langya's limits. Continuing to drag things out would merely be a waste of time.

When the four of them entered the room, Han Donglin was already seated in a chair, sipping tea from an exquisite teacup.

You Liang the fatty unleashed a skill he had been charging for a long time, heavily striking the Hellfire Leader behind the knee. Sparks flew, triggering a stun effect, and the massive Hellfire Leader's leg froze mid-air, looking just like a lagging video disc.

Before an hour had passed, the entire third tier of the Demon-Sealing Pagoda was awash with demonic blood, presenting a tragic and desolate spectacle everywhere one looked.