Chapter 57: The Chen Family Arrives

Xie Wanniang changed the subject, "Elder sister, have you ever met that Miss Chen?"
Miss Zheng was already a thing of the past—no, she could not even be considered a thing of the past. Instead of discussing her, they might as well discuss that Miss Chen.
Wang Xiaozhi's attention was diverted, "I have met her once."
"That young lady is exceptionally skilled at weaving. To support herself, she and her mother go to the draper's shop to sell fabric every so often. I saw her right at the entrance of the draper's shop, and I saw that—
Seeing him burst into a fury, Jing Tian instead gloated and laughed heartily. Watching as a large force of heavenly soldiers came roaring toward them from outside the hall, Jing Tian let out a mighty shout, radiating divine majesty as if General Feipeng had been resurrected from days gone by.
Yet these two layers of barriers had stood between them for more than three years, all because that night, the Divine Lord did not walk into his bride's palace, choosing instead to turn away and leave.
Li Tianwang's implication was self-evident. As the head of security for the heavenly realms, General Feipeng had deserted his post at such a critical juncture. Following the investigation, the matter was tied to the Demon Lord Chonglou; it was a case of catching the culprit red-handed, leaving him unable to clear his name even if he threw himself into the Yellow River.
"I just cut off a piece to sew a bag, and I don't plan to keep it. I'll wear a new one tomorrow morning," Floorna answered Ling Xiao very earnestly.
Two minutes prior, He Shengzhong's subordinates had walked in with a young man dressed in a suit.
"Feng... Can you please not look at me and smile when you say these things..." Li Xiaoyi sighed, then clenched his fists tightly. Four enemies who had unlocked their genetic locks, former comrades... well then, let me see what kind of strength my teammates truly possess.
Yet right here, right now, he suddenly discovered that the peerless beauty upon the stage bore a striking resemblance to Tantai Xuan; though their appearances differed, their temperaments were similar to the extreme.
Sometimes, after lingering in that life for too long, everything feels utterly hollow. Even the passion with a cute anime-style girl can leave one feeling empty, let alone doing it with Mu Meiqing.
This thought had only swirled in his mind for a moment before it was interrupted by the villagers who had been quietly waiting on the sidelines for them to finish up.
It seemed that after all these years apart, his deterrent presence still remained. Even though his power had not reached its current level, if he appeared, Mega Rayquaza and Giratina would still show him a modicum of respect.
"Let's pull out a bit more firewood!" Chuntao looked at the fried finished product; it was overfried, and if the oil temperature went any higher, everything that followed would be completely ruined.
When they originally set out, there were still some embers of light left, and Deqi had forgotten about this detail. It was only upon coming out that he realized there was no fire source in the secret passage leading back up, and had he not encountered Quim, he would have had to run all the way back.
Han Shu only felt as though time had been stretched out. He rushed to the front lines at an astonishing speed, finally managing to lead his troops into battle before the situation could deteriorate any further.
Auntie Fen sobered up instantly. Looking at the unsightly scene before her, she let out a scream. Wasn't this the man who had lingered yesterday and refused to leave? Why was he appearing here?
"I don't know if she'll be angry if I confess to her; after all, I've been keeping things from her." Zhou Qiyin's gaze dimmed, as if she were trying to find a suitable time to confess to Yishu.
The pain caused me to curl up on the ground. I wrapped my arms around myself and rolled around incessantly, but all of this was futile effort. The agony originating from my soul continued to torture my nerves without end.
The next second, she saw someone get out, pull open the back door of the car, and then Jian Yi walked straight over and seated herself inside the expensive black Maybach.
Mu Hengyin, reflected in the mirror, was also glancing at her sideways, wearing a bizarre smile that carried the wicked allure of a demon plunging into hell yet basking in the light of forgiveness.
Duan Wanxin cast a very unsightly glance in my direction. I gently shook my head at her, signaling her to step aside and avoid a direct conflict with this old man. As for Zhu Yan, I had already quietly recalled her directly.