Chapter 28

"Ring, ring... ring, ring..." Tang Ming’s phone vibrated and rang in his pocket.

Seeing that Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen would bring people to provide reinforcements, Li Mingtai breathed a visible sigh of relief.

What she did not know was that on the other side of Seoul, Tang Ming was lying in the driver's seat of his R8, eyes narrowed, gazing through the sunroof at the night sky above.

Seeing the benefits that Western religion brought to national governance, Zhou Yuheng became even bolder in encouraging its development.

Outside the window lay a dark, crow-colored sky, lifeless and stagnant; the moon was hidden, not even a shadow to be seen.

Everyone knew the electronic password to Tang Ming’s home—it was his birthday. It was no surprise that Kim Taeyeon, worried about him, had come to wait at his place. After all, they lived right across the street, making the commute convenient. No, "convenient" would be an understatement; it was far too easy.

Upon returning, Xie Yun told Grandma Xie that Yang Danwu had agreed to help Guihua find a suitable husband.

"Which family is this 'Durant' from?" Mo Hui had absolutely no concept of American high society; it was practically another world to him.

Old Wei felt a weight lift from his heart. A warmer smile bloomed on his face as he spoke softly to Wang Ming, then paused, as if recalling something.

Although only a second had passed since his return, spending seven years in that world purely for cultivation felt like a waste. Lin Daodao decided to fundamentally alter the plot; if Dumbledore did not die, many things would be much easier to handle.

Hearing Guo Dong's words, Big Comma nodded in relief. His figure shifted, returning to his original orange comma form, while Ham also reverted to his Chihuahua disguise, retreating into the digital device.

Yang Yuwei never expected that Yano Hiroshi would act in such a way in public.

He couldn't immediately think of a rebuttal, but he knew this hypothesis must be flawed. If such an obvious error truly existed, the second law of thermodynamics could not possibly hold—at least not without a caveat.

Everyone else was desperate to pat their own chests, claiming they were good, right, and righteous, insisting they were loyal subjects with nothing but the country in their hearts and not a shred of selfishness.

One must realize that for zombies, who know only hunger and nothing else, there is no distinction between the poor and the wealthy; in their eyes, everyone is the same—nothing more than food.

***

The monk and I had no taboos regarding the dead; we each hoisted a corpse wrapped in a quilt and began the walk back.

However, his former star pupil and current arch-nemesis, Ji Yuejia’s brother, was across the ocean in the Eagle Kingdom. The mentor’s influence was primarily consolidated within the Dragon Kingdom and could not reach the Umbrella Corporation so far away, leaving him to fret in vain.

With trembling hands, he opened his Twitter account. Instantly, a deluge of notifications flooded in, the sound nearly drowning him out.

Then, the elderly zombie leader, tightly bound by vines, was stuffed entirely into the wide mouth of the bottle, disappearing before the stunned eyes of Yuan Zhengtian.

The chief constable pushed away the silver offered by Zhang Luoye, not even bothering to look at his reaction, and hurried away.

"Tick! Respected Cultivation System user, legacy quest activated: Control of the Divine Wood King Realm."

After hearing Lu Daya’s account, Battalion Commander Su stepped out of the headquarters with great reluctance, telling Lu Daya only to wait there.

In the end, unable to endure Apollo’s relentless pursuit, Daphne was forced to seek out her father, the River God, begging him to transform her forever into a laurel tree. Thus, under Cupid’s behind-the-scenes manipulation, one of the most poignant love tragedies in ancient Greek mythology was born.

"Mystic Rotation Divine Strike!" Qing Lan moved again, her hands cycling through seals, and a massive Bagua image appeared before Yong Jie.

However, observing Lan Rang’s demeanor, Bo Zhou understood that if he didn't say something, Lan Rang would surely suspect he was hiding something. Such matters, if handled poorly, could quickly fester into dangerous mistrust.

Beyond this, a series of workshops equipped with new tools would be built one after another, transforming this place into an industrial zone.

He immediately retracted all his paper cranes, whispered a spell to vanish his presence, and flew high above the procession, continuing toward the Sugar Kingdom.

Beyond this, a series of workshops equipped with new tools would be built one after another, transforming this place into an industrial zone.

Finally, there was the "Council." This referred to a collective, perhaps even understood as a parliament, composed of the wisest of the Spirit Race. They were tasked with contemplation; all major matters concerning the Spirit Race were decided by them. The Spirit Lord had the authority to command the army, but not the authority to declare war.

Having received Qiao Xi’s response, Shichen became even bolder, turning to pin Qiao Xi onto the sofa, their kiss growing more intense.

***

She did not know if the Sect Master had mentioned that she had obtained the Fire Spirit, but since she had already told the Sect Master, she didn't care if these people knew.

An Xia began the preparations for the television series, finally providing an opportunity for Su Ninghuan to strike.

Wu Xun had only just closed his eyes when the Flower Branch Demon Flame was completed. Flower Branch, seeing Shopkeeper Liu and Yu Zhu still in combat, stepped forward to ask if they needed help, only to be refused by Yu Zhu.

Ever since she learned that Qiao Xi was joining their team, Qi Yu had spent countless times convincing and hinting to herself that she must act natural when facing Qiao Xi—that if they couldn't be lovers, they could still be friends.

"Who can say for sure about the leaders' affairs? Let them fight all they want; it’s none of our business as commoners." Though he said this, Song Yang’s brow furrowed.

It wasn't that she feared losing these so-called "friends," but if she truly failed to get along with the entire design department, her future would be an uphill battle.

"It’s okay, Mommy is fine." She finished, then hugged Qian Baoer tightly to her chest, as if terrified someone would snatch him away.

In truth, the entire Black Rock Valley held immense potential for improvement; even Li Qi could not predict where their limits lay.

There was no helping it; ever since Sun Lanlan had entered this home, he had harbored a phobia of her firm, full breasts.

How... how could he do this? Divorce meant risking the annihilation of the entire Wang family. She couldn't allow it; her only kin were the Wangs. How could he? No, she could not let them fall into danger. Absolutely not.

Therefore, upon returning, the first thing they naturally had to do was rest.

"Perhaps that is also a tradition of their Tang family? After all, it is *that* Tang family..." The Siren smoothed her long hair, her voice exquisite—a gift of her race.