54 Squirrel Fish, Pearl Milk Tea

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Lou Zhan shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up; the vermilion gate stood wide open outward, above which hung a deep green plaque with gold embossing that read “Drunken Eight Immortals.”
At the exit, he ran into Zhao Jianguo, who had also come to show support. “Hey, I feel like you’ve put on some weight,” Peng Xiangming remarked bluntly, hitting a sore spot.
No matter how Qin Xiaomi insisted she was fine, Lin Dong still pulled her out of the car. After locking the doors, he called for a ride-hailing car.
This scoundrel took advantage of her, then spoke with such sanctimonious seriousness—it was shameless to the highest degree. Yet, when Han Feng said it, his face showed no shame or hesitation, only solemn earnestness.
“Liu Yue, tell me, what conditions did that guy discuss with you just now?” After scolding Wu Xing briefly, Kaisa turned to question Liu Yue.
A precious feeling of recovery stirred within, and tears streamed down Da Bai’s face in overwhelming joy.
Yao Yu, hearing that the herbs mentioned weren’t hard to find, understood there was no deliberate difficulty and decided to craft two pills as compensation.
Having said all this, he remained motionless throughout, simply waiting for his subordinates to conceal the marks of battle.
The True Spirit Bow in her hands suddenly flared brightly; immense firepower surged forth as soul power and magical energy poured in. A gigantic dark red bow-shaped shadow materialized above her head.
Noticing that Lin Dashan ignored them, the group quickly lost interest and each headed to their respective homes.
The others wore thoughtful expressions—they were all elite finalists. With no one to engage them in the plot, they had no choice but to empathize among themselves.
However, he wasn’t entirely speaking nonsense, for Colson had indeed thrown every available person in New York under his command into this matter.
Zero Number glanced around cautiously; the entire final hall was now a ruin, wrecked by the battles of these “leader-level” monsters.

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At once, the eagle monkey, obeying its master’s command, unleashed a fierce attack, no longer holding back as before. Zhang Ruyun was already weary; under such urgency, he grew increasingly overwhelmed, frequently facing danger.
This person seemed ordinary but every movement harmonized with nature, appearing so natural and effortless.
As before, each of the Four Great Guards received a bottle; the other warriors, those at or above the Martial Emperor realm, were grouped in fours to share one bottle each.
Unlike her, who was wealthy yet cut off financially, the person before her was rich but maintained a low profile indistinguishable from an ordinary person.
“All right, monkey, have a peach. This is a nine-thousand-year-old immortal peach,” said Long Xue’er, handing Pan Tao to Sun Wukong.
Watching the hand reaching for the nearby cane, Tang Qiqi took a deep breath, unwilling to watch further, and left without looking back.
That night, with lightning flashing and torrential rain pouring, Yun Sheng was soaked to the skin after walking barely a dozen meters from the car.
By Madam Ma’s side, Lady Luo waved her hand, summoning a maid who brought a tray and placed it on the table beside Madam Ma.
Compared to the fully manifested Susanoo, the golden crocodile transformed from the golden alligator lacked any remarkable features.
In the palace courtyard, the dried-up pond’s center exuded a cold, dark mist that quickly filled the entire pond.
After the new district development east of Martial Soul City, housing prices in the Martial Soul Hall were sure to soar straight upward.
The Qin family was different. The head of the Qin family, Chairman Qin himself, came personally for Fulu, which naturally carried more prestige than Yun Sheng’s visit.
Tonight, the elder Yang and his wife, along with the Yang couple, attended the Nightless Tower’s banquet celebrating the Regent Princess’s birthday; with them away, Yang Mu’s movements became far more convenient.

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After a while, it was still Mrs. Ding who succumbed to her mother-in-law’s authority and Mrs. Lai’s stubbornness, finally rising to go to the backyard.
In an instant, Bibi Dong drew everyone’s gaze; with Shang An’s deliberate concealment, Bibi Dong became the center of attention.
At seven in the evening, Mu Juan insisted on accompanying Yun Sheng; before they entered, they overheard whispers nearby.
Like a pie falling from the sky onto one’s head, people unceremoniously stuffed things into her carried backpack.
She nodded naturally and firmly declared, “Of course I didn’t know. If I had, I wouldn’t have been spreading it all over town!” Then she hummed dismissively and turned away without looking back.
Baili Nuyun fell silent, then after dressing, borrowed the dressing table to apply extremely vivid makeup. Madam Hu laughed at her youth and the heavy makeup, but Baili Nuyun only smiled without replying, then requested to check on Shi Lantao’s condition.
Such a sudden shift stunned everyone; Mr. Wu’s front, a man surnamed Zhang tensed completely, standing ready to fight to the death.
Unconsciously, more people gathered nearby; Yan Yun, hearing shouting not far off, walked toward the commotion.
Though unremarkable in appearance, he was one of the top commanders of the Yellow Turban Army. Hailing from a martial arts family in Cangzhou, he wielded a ghost-head broadsword and spoke with a strong, resonant voice.
Once Jin Feihuan moved away, the feigning unconscious Han Ningxin sprang up and, with Xuan Mei, went to the pond. Finding a spider thread, she pulled hard, dragging a large silk sac up from the muddy bottom.
Baili Nuyun looked up. Zhou Minxin was pointing at a tall wooden gate adorned with crabapple trees. This was the back gate, but parked there was a very elegant carriage. A burly coachman sat firmly, holding a whip, looking every bit like a rugged outlaw yet to unsheathe his blade.