Chapter 57: Utterly Bewitched

Meng Jiangbao let out a cold laugh and turned to look at Mo Lingcheng. "Since when can't you drink?"

Mo Lingcheng glanced at Shen Qingqing and replied with a deadpan expression, "Starting today."

Shen Qingqing kept her eyes fixed on the bridge of her nose, maintaining a facade of absolute calm.

The last time she got drunk was that fateful night at the resort.

She had built up her courage with alcohol to seduce Mo Lingcheng himself, only to wake up convinced she had seduced the wrong person.

A massive, stellar-bright sphere of light hovered in space, radiating bizarre forces from unfamiliar dimensions. Hundreds of Great Dao-tier powerhouses sat cross-legged around it, continuously projecting their willpower into the core.

Recalling the Xie family's immense pampering of Xie Ting, Xu Yao finally understood why her cousin was able to come to a place like this.

Su Xuan had rented a total of five cars this time. While they were not exactly top-tier luxury vehicles, they were still quite decent models, specifically unassuming BMW X6s.

Given how obsessed the Donglin Group was with the inheritance left behind by Li Yu's parents, Li Yu could already guess a thing or two.

Her wounds from the board beating had not yet fully healed, and now she had just been scalded by boiling water. Yu Lizhen's buttocks burned with a fiery, excruciating agony akin to being scorched by flames, yet she dared not make a single sound, forced to endure it in utter silence.

Xu Guangxi, who was speeding while desperately trying to pull strings to get his resume into the hands of Director Lian's casting director, suddenly received an email.

When it came to anything else, Li Zhen could hardly be considered a layman, but cleaning was genuinely a meticulous and specific kind of task.

"We also need to communicate with Xuanfu, Datong, and other regions to see what the situation is like over there," Jing Tianchu said, unwilling to fall behind.

Yin Yi was multitasking three ways at once: out of the corner of her eye, she monitored Baishu's movements and expressions; with her lips, she instructed Wang Hongbo and Ronghua on various precautions; and in her heart, she yearned to stroke those fluffy, warm, silky rabbit ears just once more—ah, just one more touch.

"Good, don't let your guard down." Chu Ba knew his grandson's strength like the back of his hand; let alone a mere Wu Jiamu, even if three more were to come, they would be no match for the King of Chu.

"Fine, I forgive you, be a good boy!" Xia Yu had no idea what Zhuiyi was muttering about, but seeing him with his eyes closed and murmuring under his breath, she guessed he must be dreaming and talking nonsense.

"What are we going to do!" The two of them were pacing anxiously in circles. They had tried everything—light dishes, heavy meats, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy foods alike. Nuanuan would retch just smelling anything with flavor, and throw up after a single bite of anything bland. If this continued, they genuinely wondered whether Nuanuan's body could hold out.

These protesters, whether they had been duped, failed to comprehend the severity of the punishment, or harbored ulterior motives, were all sent to prison, locked up for half a month, and then released.

"What kind of look is that! Wipe it off your face right now!" Wu Chunxi gave his shoulder a disdainful thump, determined not to let this dissolute and fickle playboy set his sights on her precious family treasure.

Raising both hands and forming a hand seal, countless wisps of black Qi transformed into a tornado-like gale, sweeping fiercely toward Xia Yu.

However, when the group proceeded to the main hall square of the Bronze Horse Hall to report their exam scores to the immortal master Fayuan who presided over the examination, the look in that master's eyes toward them was entirely different.

"Tell me, you aren't lacking in capability, nor are you someone who can't harden your heart, so why is it that whenever the situation calls for anger, you never have a single shred of temper?!" The more Mengmeng spoke, the angrier she became.

Zhou Changan nodded slightly and slowly drank the medicinal draft handed to him by Lin Wan. He could feel that wherever the liquid passed, his body regained its vitality, bringing him a much deeper sense of comfort than the medications he used to take that had harmed his constitution.

High up in the sky, after parting ways with the leader of the snake-people tribe, the elderly Nalan Jie looked with a wide smile at the rather slender figure of the young man.

Meanwhile, Gao Fushuai easily and casually located an entrance to an underground current and nimbly jumped inside, as if he had known all along that Ye Xingxing was underground. It was truly astonishing.