Chapter 66: Improving the Shelter

Thinking that something might be the matter, Shi Nianqing put the mushroom Wu Xuan had tasted into his own mouth, and Wu Xuan chewed it happily.

Picking up another piece of mushroom, she handed it to Su Muge.

"Taste it and see how it is!"

Su Muge gently sipped the broth inside, and then ate the whole mushroom.

"Delicious!"

Shi Nianqing nodded, sliced all the mushrooms with a dagger, and then added fresh water.

Until

Luo Jin frowned slightly. Strangely enough, investigating this matter further gave one the feeling of a bottomless pit.

"...Show me what you are capable of," Xuan Wuyu said directly after a moment of thought.

Just as Liu Shuang received the text message, the same report echoed in Xuanyuan Potian's ears. The A-Team always assigned special personnel to secretly protect the family members of its team members.

It was understandable for the Divine-Awe Realm-Refining Wings to possess a spirit, as it was a magical treasure nurtured from the primordial Qi of heaven and earth during the ancient Hongmeng era. It was also understandable that the artifact spirit could speak, since it was extraordinary after all.

Out of anger, his face became distorted at this moment, and a layer of fine scales even faintly appeared on his originally fair cheeks.

He stepped onto the staircase and stopped at the first corner on the second floor. His calm and refined posture stood out in stark contrast to the surrounding environment.

It was because such a steep cliff, nearly a hundred meters high, blocked their pace in exploring and developing marine resources. Otherwise, Liu Family Village would surely have been a prosperous seaside fishing village; the fish caught from the sea alone would probably have been enough for them to make a fortune.

Although she was shielding her chest with her hands at the moment, how could two hands cover her magnificent scale? Liu Fei still managed to catch sight of a great deal of scenery.

She did not know how Rong Lang managed to get her into this school, but she knew very well that this was a major event for Q University.

At these words, everyone broke into a clamor, standing dumbfounded like wooden chickens. That was no ordinary piece of luck.

The viewers in the live stream were initially baffled, but soon some astute viewers spotted the abnormality.

"You..." Wu Feng was furious to the extreme. The feeling was like punching with all one's might only to hit a cotton ball, extremely suffocating and frustrating.

Yet Xiao Ruyan was merely a mid-level Pill Honored Master. Even if her abilities defied the heavens, she would be doing well just to refine a finished medicinal pill.

It actually required the energy of the five-colored auspicious clouds to propel it. Therefore, when Ye Juncai patted the stone earlier, he was actually secretly driving the Tai-Guang Great Dao to absorb the five-colored energy.

Inside the room, Li Weiting sat high above like a king on a high stool by the wine cabinet, arrogantly looking down with contempt at Lin Sese.

"Fourth Master," at that moment, Yu Sheng pushed the door open with a heavy expression. Seeing all the doctors present, he paused for a moment, hurriedly murmured an apology, and prepared to retreat.

Upon arriving at the Yan family's old residence, Yan Yuan lifted her out of the car. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, burrowed her head into his embrace, and peacefully closed her eyes to sleep.

"It's fine, my thick-skinned old Du isn't afraid. Besides, Fellow Daoist Baili already ate a skewer during the day, and nothing went wrong," the short and stout Du Fang immediately began to eat heartily.

Just like many other mornings, watching Qin Lang would invariably make her fall asleep again unconsciously. When she woke up afterward, Aunt Su would have already arrived, having cooked a fragrant breakfast. Sometimes Qin Lang would be sitting at the dining table, and sometimes he would have already gone out.

In fact, the light here came simply from ordinary oil lamps. In front of the city gate stood two dark stone figures, each bearing a tung-oil lamp on its shoulders. It was unknown what kind of fuel was used, but they had managed to burn continuously for thousands of years.

Otherwise, judging by that face of Long Xingyu's, not a single leader in Longxing would dare to take him in to work nowadays. Of course, Long Xingyu had also changed his name; he was now called Long Jian.