Chapter 65: Go! All of you—go!

"Oh, do tell them to settle down and curb their ambitions. If they fail to behave themselves properly for a while, which prestigious household in the capital would ever deign to look at them?"

Unwilling to converse further with Meng Boji, Achun dismissed him early to get some rest.

Meng Boji delivered the message word for word, leaving the young ladies utterly crestfallen.

Yet, Madame Meng refused to believe it.

"The Vice-Minister's wife is a woman of impeccable etiquette and consummate tact. Not only do we have three unmarried daughters in the Meng family, but there are also two residing with us—how could..."

At present, what terrified him the most was that his physique had begun to be enveloped by the opponent's aura; with every shifting step, he lacked his initial agility and grew increasingly unsteady.

As he hesitated, a light, melodious voice chimed in: "You cowherd, your lightness kung fu has improved immensely, but your speed is still wanting. Shouting and bellowing just because you can't catch someone—have you no shame?" Raising his eyes, he saw a figure holding an illustrated scroll, with silver hair and beautiful eyes. It was none other than the "Jade-Faced Flying Fox" Dai Shi.

Upon reaching the dock, Ye Suiyun saw that many people had already been waiting for a long time. Aside from Tang Xiao and You Qianhe, those who had come to see them off included Grandpa Meng and his two grandchildren, Big-Mouthed Qiu, Qiu Saisai, along with the four sisters Jia Lvhua, Jia Huanghua, Jia Lanhua, and Jia Hongniang. Standing together in green, yellow, scarlet, and blue robes, they presented a most picturesque sight.

Real Madrid won the first corner kick of the match. Kroos walked over to the corner flag, while Ramos and Varane ran up from the backfield.

Beside Li Liuxing, the mysterious heavenly grand formation began to take effect. The Qianyuan Mirror slowly absorbed the yin energy surrounding Mount Weiyang, gathering it within the mirror.

As the Ghost Gate closed, the massive surge of ghostly energy that had filled almost the entire lower half of the void finally ceased its slow outward expansion.

Situ Yuxin made no other moves; instead, holding the twin treasures of the netherworld in both hands, he hurried back to the Sacred Sect's main altar.

Tong Yan dared not ponder any further; this was the divide between gods and mortals. The power of a deity was immeasurable; otherwise, how could gods hold such a lofty position?

There were only two possible reasons: either Kakashi deemed it unnecessary, or Kakashi's Sharingan was temporarily unusable.

Ospina rushed out. Zhang Shuteng had not anticipated such boldness from Ospina, who had charged all the way to the edge of the penalty area. Having originally intended to shoot directly, he instantly changed his mind. Catching sight of someone charging through the center out of the corner of his eye—appearing to be Xu Ziyi—he met the ball with a downward header, directing it toward Xu Ziyi.

Meanwhile, in several other locations, identical scenes were unfolding. However, these occurrences lasted merely a fraction of a second, going entirely unnoticed or taking place where no one was present at all.

Now that the family affairs were back on track, Liu Peng had to devise a plan for the fund-raising Sister Ping had mentioned previously. It was no easy task. The very first person Liu Peng thought of was his grandfather; consulting him first and using his influence to persuade others might make the endeavor considerably easier.

Facing Du Kunpeng, Li Laiyou instantly transformed into a completely different person. Wearing a stern, taut expression, he casually clasped his hands behind his back, exuding the undeniable authority of a leader. Du Kunpeng lowered his head slightly, not daring to utter a single word.

Rooney appeared somewhat unprepared for this stroke of good fortune. Just as he was about to trap the ball and instinctively surge forward on a breakthrough, his dribble was intercepted by Gattuso.

At the Sunshine Village construction site, a cacophony of various noises filled the air: the sharp, whirring whine of electric saws cutting wood, the deep rumbling roar of machinery mixing cement, and the crisp clanging of steel beams colliding against one another.

While speaking, she unsealed the bag. Inside lay an abundance of fresh longans, their plump, translucent flesh clearly visible.

The decoctions that had turned toxic were essentially subjected to chemical analysis. Yet, even the practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine were unable to comprehend what had transpired within, or why such toxicity had manifested. After all, how could toxins possibly emerge from proteins that were completely non-toxic and whose peptide chains had already been disrupted?