Xu Zhixing, is this your home?

Fu Siqiao stood in front of Xu Zhixing's front door, his eyes wide as copper bells and his mouth formed into an "O" shape, as he exclaimed in absolute wonder, "Xu Zhixing, is this really your house? This is simply too gorgeous!"

With his hands tucked into his trouser pockets, Lin Siqing walked forward with a leisurely stride, a faint smile resting on his lips while a trace of unrestrained defiance flickered in his gaze.

He handed the meticulously prepared gift to Xu Zhixing and said, "Here, your birthday present. Happy birth—"

For some unknown reason, the Ancestor of the Five Extremes sounded somewhat impatient, as if he had some urgent business to attend to.

"What a joke, how can this not be verified by authoritative authentication? Take another close look, which word or sentence has a problem?" Lin Hai retorted arrogantly.

The principle of the ignition device was similar to modern lighters, featuring an iron rotating wheel driven by a spring that caused the rough-textured wheel surface to friction against a piece of pyrite, thereby producing sparks.

At least from his perspective, if he were Wang Ze, he would never easily share such a fortuitous opportunity with outsiders.

Right before their eyes, points of light instantly appeared in the location where Grand Fatty and the others were, proving that indeed there were other subordinates besides the four of them.

Thor let out a strange howl, but the next moment, a spherical lightning ball manifested out of thin air within the not-so-spacious room, striking him with nine successive bolts of thick thunder that blasted him into a paralyzed heap on the ground.

"How am I scamming people? Not only is your son's glabella darkened, but his heavenly gate is also shrouded in ghostly qi. This, this is clearly a sign of encountering a ghost! Furthermore, within three days, bloodshed is inevitable. At best he'll be disabled, and at worst his soul will be completely annihilated."

"Throw him down, there's no need to fish him out again!" Yan Sheng glanced back slightly at the dying man.

Looking at the boss walking toward him with a forced, unnatural smile, Yang Li also wore a playful grin on his face.

Yet Green Sleeve's astonishingly inspired talent in poetry could only stem from nature and could not be coached out of her. Where had that inspiration gone?

However, the person had after all lived for tens of thousands of years, and it was uncertain how much longer they had left. Su Jinxi felt that her future was still very long, and there was no need to argue with someone who already had one foot in the Western Paradise.

Drinking the green Peadou still produced no reaction whatsoever. In truth, I didn't hold out much hope either; I simply couldn't bear to be separated from Peadou forever like this. She could have stayed by my side for a very long time—as long as I lived, she had no right to leave me behind first.

Further down, the terrain became even more complex. Upholding the adage that people strive to go higher, I decided to lead Peadou to climb toward the high mountains.

"Then you just poke a hole through the sky! Even if the sky falls, at worst we'll perish together in a blaze of glory, what is there to fear?" The old man said it as if it were a trivial matter.

After a long while, she abruptly dashed out, only stopping a great distance away, and slowly squatted on the ground with her hands over her chest, unable to control her weeping any longer.

"What? Such a thing actually happened?" Upon hearing this, Yang Qingqing found it a bit hard to believe, yet she felt the credibility was quite high. Unable to resist the urging of her inner curiosity, she asked the captain to send her the video to watch.

Although Dayong kicked out in a fit of anger, he didn't really inflict any actual harm on her, merely leaving a clearly visible footprint on her off-white down jacket.

"Don't worry, even if she can't fully recover, at least she'll be presentable to others," Zhao Tiehu replied. The power of the Heart of Life lay in restoration; it could preserve life even from severe injuries, let alone burns like these.

He would understand why the Xuan Emperor's gaze toward him was filled with such deep affection, and he would also understand the story borne by that bridal attire.

As it happened, the Immortal-Slaying Sword leaped out to make a fuss at this precise moment, only to be jointly intercepted by two emperors. It suffered two heavy blows in succession, and its sword body was sealed by ancient divine runes.

They ordered some farmhouse dishes, chatting while enjoying the outside scenery as the fireflies began to take flight.

Huang Yan gazed at the smooth humanoid puppet suspended inside the isolation chamber, his mind churning as a trace of bloodshot red inadvertently crept into his eyes.