Chapter 54: President Fu, What on Earth Are You Trying to Do?

He said, "I am Pan Xiaofu."
Luo Yunmian rolled her eyes at him.
After getting off the cable car, she returned to her tent and took a short rest.
This brief nap lasted for over an hour. When she opened her eyes again, the setting sun was sinking low, dying the horizon in shades of orange-red.
She raised her hand to unzip the tent, and a breeze carrying the scent of worldly smoke and daily life rushed toward her.
Raising her gaze, she saw several night lamps scattered around the sunshade not far away, glowing in the twilight...

Thinking of these things, she only felt a heavy oppression in her chest. During the time when she had just recovered from her illness, she always felt as if her father had left only a week or two ago, rather than half a year. Perhaps many people had gradually forgotten her father, but her clear memories remained frozen in that night.

Lin Wanbai's eyes were hollow and devoid of light. Whenever she thought of matters concerning Lu Zimo, her tears would fall uncontrollably, and she didn't know when she had accumulated so many tears.

Su Jiangyuan took out the lighter with trembling hands. The moment she raised her head, she already roughly understood the man's intention.

To be honest, she really wanted to fly a helicopter, crash through the fireworks, and hurl a string of curses at Zhu Heng. But considering that this was Zhu Lihua's birthday gift, she dismissed the idea.

Therefore, the one that had always fought against the Mara Divine Cult was the All-Beings Altar, and the cessation-of-arms monk of this generation, Jin Buqi, had arrogantly proclaimed to the heavenly realm that whenever he encountered a member of the Mara Divine Cult, he would execute them. A thousand years ago, he forcefully crushed the Eight Legions of the Mara Divine Cult, and the hostility between the two sides could truly be described as fierce and blazing.

There was even a period when she was obsessed with jadeite gambling, to the point where even people within her organization mocked her, saying she wanted stones more than her life.

Lu Zimo looked at her cold expression, took out his phone, and tapped on a video. Yin Bing's eyes were blindfolded, her hands and feet bound, inside a dim, dilapidated house, with several masked men standing nearby, as if waiting at any moment to carry out an order.

Having failed his initial strike, the Wolf-Tooth Ghost General did not stop. His two wolf-transformed palms came down like a violent storm, trying to tear me apart.

Zhuang Xun spent half a day strolling from the bow to the stern. Most of the fleet guards stayed inside the ship and at the stern, while twelve golden-bodied, glowing Buddhas were also stationed to look after both sides.

Should her husband suffer any misfortune, she would likewise find no peace. Yet this worry was far from being as searing as resentment; the mere thought that the Emperor had visited Pure Consort alone left a bitter taste in her mouth, let alone the Empress herself.

"Over there," Nalan Qingyu pointed toward Fifth Yanxuan, who was sitting cross-legged among the tree branches, healing his wounds and recovering.

"How could this happen? Aren't they all on Earth?" Murong Yanran asked doubtfully, and Chen Beibei shared the same confusion.

"Haha, sorry to keep you waiting. I'll penalize myself with three cups of wine later," Lichun said unceremoniously, pulling out a chair and sitting down directly, leaving Zhao Hua's outstretched hand hanging empty in mid-air.

Suddenly, Ning Fan noticed the Lianzi Sword in his hand. Within this dim environment, the Lianzi Sword held by Ning Fan began to emit a faint, ghostly green light—so subtle that if one did not pay close attention, it would be entirely undetectable.

As the night grew deep, Bao Yongxuan could never have anticipated that no sooner had he locked someone in the water dungeon than that person was rescued. Moreover, that rescuer had set their sights on him and had already silently sneaked into his courtyard.

Nangong Yaofeng was much the same, sitting on the ground and panting. After catching his breath, he stood up and evenly distributed the remaining medicinal liquid in the cauldron among everyone.

No matter how amiable they appeared, among those who survived in the political arena, whose hands were not stained with a little blood? It was just that, compared to those who resorted to swords and guns, they preferred bloodless victories.

The summer heat made it unsuitable to burn incense, so the side room had been furnished with many seasonal fresh flowers, and various silk pouches hung at the head and foot of the bed, filled to the brim with dried petals. Perhaps blended with cooling medicinal herbs like mint, the room was filled with a secluded and fragrant aroma, completely devoid of any stifling heat.