Chapter 51: Abundant Harvests

The siblings had rather good luck, picking up seafood and tossing it into the bucket one after another.

Without the burden of any tasks, Lu Mingyue's luck skyrocketed as well.

She actually discovered a lobster near a reef that hadn't managed to escape in time.

One had to know that in later generations, the price of this creature was sky-high. As an ordinary working professional, she wouldn't even bear to buy a single one after working for a whole year.

"Mom, are you going to catch this strange shrimp?"

Leilei had caught this kind of shrimp before.

As I was speaking, my mind suddenly went blank. My body lurched violently forward, and smack, my lips pressed right against his.

First of all, this Ouyang Jin had clearly been delirious earlier, practically on the verge of completely losing his mind. Under that heaven-shaking blast, he seemed even more thoroughly knocked out. Did he really hear Wang Yuetian's self-detonation incantation?

Then we shall begin our investigation from ferocious beasts and raptors, but none of the people under the Marquis of Xilou understand beast language, which is why they sought out this seat.

Almost simultaneously, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed from the stairs on the second floor. Seven or eight young men with dyed, brightly colored hair rushed down the stairs in a swarm, hurling curses while waving iron rods and machetes as they charged straight at Mo Feng and his companion.

Mo煜 took her hand and looked for two seats. He deliberately had her sit at a table with a few students from another class so that Lin Sese would feel more at ease.

I did not understand my grandmother's intention, but I went ahead and did as she asked anyway. Only after tearing it off did I softly ask, "Grandma, why are we tearing this off?"

She knew Wen Ran was worried. With such a massive incident at the pharmaceutical plant, even though they had the help of Mo Xiumeng and the others, Wen Jin was Ranran's older brother; how could she possibly set her mind at ease?

Yet after the scene the two of them made today, Fang Pingying suddenly felt that Luo Zhiyong was still the Luo Zhiyong of her past life—he always held a sense of responsibility and an inexplicable loyalty toward his family.

With hundreds of people gathered together, all of them talking, it inevitably grew somewhat noisy. Everyone's attention was fixed on the yamen gates, which had yet to open, and they failed to even notice the procession of Zhu Houzhao rushing over from afar.

"Young master, members of the Eight Desolations Sect may only roam the jianghu alone once they have achieved the Innate Realm," Bai Ji said.

Hearing Tang Feng's words, Pipi twitched the corners of its mouth, but a strong desire for survival kept it from uttering a sound.

At this, Jin Zhujiu was nearly angered to the point of vomiting blood. She glared fiercely at him, ignored him completely, and continued to comprehend the profound mysteries within the murals.

"As you command, Grand Lord," Dr. Braun nodded, and then his figure dissolved into a patch of mosaics and vanished.

"Hmph..." Hearing Aizen's words, Red Tiger let out a cold snort. What Aizen said was indeed correct, because the Navy and pirates were naturally hostile forces. When the Navy and pirates crossed paths, barring special circumstances, how could they possibly not fight?

Fuxi... couldn't you pick something else? According to legends, the one you found was a tortoise, and now someone has actually turned it into a cute boy, yet you are still using a tortoise shell! But this time it's a bit sorrowful that I actually have to crawl inside it.

The victorious young Daoist from the Immortal Talisman Sect then challenged a disciple of the Vast Vessel Sect, but the previous trick proved ineffective. Instead, the Vast Vessel Sect disciple seized an opening, suddenly struck and defeated him, and then drove him far away.

"This..." Kuina was forced back by Karin's spiritual pressure, and she stared in shock at Karin, who was radiating a blue spiritual pressure.

"I'm fine, Manager Wan. These are the herbs I foraged in the mountains today," Lin He said as he took off the bamboo basket on his back, pulled out the herbs one by one, and neatly placed them onto the fabric spread flat across the counter.

Chen Feng walked out of the tent in a depressed mood, completely unable to figure out what the old man meant by those words, nor who this old man actually was.

The pitiful True Person Nine-Ghosts had not witnessed Ding Zhan's martial arts, and Ding Zhan did not deign to argue with him. Yet at that moment, the expression of True Person Nine-Ghosts abruptly turned grave, and he halted his sprinting footsteps.

Che Gong nodded with cold arrogance, and a long flute appeared in his hand. It looked like iron yet like wood, its texture indiscernible, shimmering with ripples of blue light—clearly an extraordinary weapon, likely of precious-vessel grade.