61. The CEO Supporting Character Forced to Lose His IQ in a Cliché Retro Novel (13)

We resumed our conversation about children. Along the way, we stopped at a breakfast shop for a hasty bite before driving straight to the golf club in the suburbs.

Tang Chen turned his head back. He noticed a distinct hint of tears lingering in Cao Yanqin's eyes and frowned slightly. He felt that there was something somewhat strange about her—at the very least, she had changed a great deal.

With that, he took the lead and we all took the elevator downstairs. Two Range Rovers were already parked at the entrance. I shared one with Brother Long, while the other three took the other vehicle. I guessed that A-Jiao probably couldn't quite handle the atmosphere anymore and chose not to travel with us.

During this mission, I was the only one who withdrew midway. Therefore, as they shared the fruits of victory, I inexplicably felt a trace of embarrassment. My initial performance was not as brilliant as I had anticipated; it seemed that I still needed to improve my social drinking skills in the future.

"That night, what I thought about more was the melody you played," Nalan turned her head unprovoked and replied to Hongli.

After saying this, she continued demonstrating how to skin a snake. Her fingertips gripped a pinched-up point of the snakeskin firmly, applying even tension from front to back, and slowly peeled it downward toward the snake's tail.

Mother Du now had great confidence in Ma Si's cooking skills and was very satisfied with her meticulousness. As for the gossip circulating around the estate, it had not affected Mother Du's opinion of Ma Si in the least.

I began walking back. Once home, I bantered with them for a little while longer. No one was in the mood for drinking, and a whole crate of liquor brought up was not even finished. By around eleven o'clock, Li Dadao and Lin Xi headed back.

Listening to this, Li Cangqiong and the others merely nodded. Such an occurrence seemed exceedingly rare when it happened to Xiao Jue.

"Yes." Nalan stepped forward, boarded the horse-drawn carriage alongside Hongli, and cast one final glance back at the main gate, her mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

However, it did not look quite right either. Coupled with the fact that I had not cast an appraisal, I temporarily named it the Serpent-Dragon.

Fearing that Pei Donglai would be heartbroken, saddened, and disappointed upon learning the news of her arranged marriage with Ye Zhengrong.

As for Daoist Cangshan, whether in terms of cultivation prowess or spiritual consciousness strength, he was presumably among the elite of the group. To defeat him, Luo Ping would have to pay a certain price.

"Spare his life!" Li Tianzhou cried out loudly. At that moment, he was certain that a formidable and unfamiliar will had somehow manifested within his body. Unable to control the Heavenly Palace Seal, he could only attempt to suppress this will.

Stunned, Elder Jing immediately executed his movement technique to dodge. Lacking Luo Ping's means to withstand the lethal explosion of the thunder-storm talismans, flight was his only option.

"Look how interesting the matches they make are." With that, he struck a match right in front of Zhao Yi. Truly a fine object.

This imperial competition was undoubtedly a momentous event in the lives of the Li family and Li Liangfu, compelling them to mobilize all their resources.

Li Tianzhou had no time for deep reflection. Dropping the corpse, he crept toward the courtyard entrance. Drawing closer, he discovered that the large iron gate was gone. Judging from the jagged, broken bricks at the threshold, it must have been blown apart by explosives. With such a massive commotion, could it be Uncle Hai's handiwork? He could only force himself to view the situation in the most positive light.

At that sudden thought, Zhao Jing's face flushed red. Recently, she had no idea what had come over her; she actually cared more and more about Chu Feng's feelings. At times, she would involuntarily catch herself pondering matters concerning Chu Feng, leaving her utterly perplexed as to what was happening to her lately.

Then she grabbed my hand. Because of An Lingxi's golden dragon, we had descended by who knows how much. She grabbed hold of An Lingxi's hand; had either my hand or An Lingxi's been even slightly shorter, we wouldn't have been able to reach each other.

Just as his hand touched the cold flame seed, the cold flame seed suddenly vanished from Li Ming's sight.

The finest materials for making mechanisms are the bodies of variant beasts, among which bones and pelts are the two most common. The energy core crystal inside a variant beast's body is typically one grade higher than the beast itself—natural, pure, and imbued with immense power.

Before they had time for further thought, the next moment, a waterfall-dense barrage of shadow crossbow bolts descended in succession, blanketing the area where they stood. The two of them leaped aside simultaneously to dodge. The crossbow bolts transformed into a black snake, closely tailing behind them like an unrequited attachment, attempting to wrap their serpentine forms around their bodies.

The three fatigued individuals who had been battered by the zither music saw the middle-aged man in the center spit out a mouthful of blood. With a "bang," he collapsed heavily to the ground, utterly devoid of any further capacity to flee.

Of course Ding Zhan loved choosing a weapon, and indeed he had to choose one. It was a pity that the three divine artifacts within his body were temporarily unusable, so he naturally needed to select a weapon that felt right in his hand.

The next moment, the massive accumulated power, having reached its critical threshold, surged forth like a violent tide, blasting the frontmost main elves into midair. The figure of the Golden Mask charged like a cannonball toward Kadeloy, who was commanding from not far away.

On the side facing the human territories, Elin possessed three noteworthy player factions: Blue Moonlight, the Elven Alliance, and Dragon Might.

"Heh, we sent out a total of two hundred and seventy-five mechanism spiders." Jin Xiao held up this final one, examined it for a few moments, and abruptly changed the subject.

"He... he is..." Brother Sheng's face revealed a look of hesitation. Betraying his own sworn brother was something he truly found difficult to bring himself to do, and he stammered awkwardly.