Chapter 54: Moonlight Reflecting Old Shadows

As the echo of Xiao Ai's voice faded, the thunder outside the grand hall gradually subsided, and the lingering raindrops dripped rhythmically from the eaves.

Xia Qiqi felt a faint warmth behind her ear, which she assumed was the crescent-shaped birthmark Chu Hanxiao had mentioned. She had never noticed such a birthmark on this body before. At this moment, gazing at the gruesome, jagged old scar on Chu Hanxiao's wrist, a lump formed in her throat, feeling as heavy and choking as a wet ball of cotton.

Composing his mind, Chu Hanxiao pulled open the lapel of his robe to reveal a dark red arrow scar across his chest, dating back more than three years ago...

Generally speaking, for a boss to remember an assistant's birthday is already quite remarkable; for a former boss to actually call on that day is practically impossible.

Now, desperate times called for desperate measures, and she was trying anything and everything. Having already resorted to folk remedies, she simply yearned to hold a biological grandchild of her own as soon as possible. Once she had a true grandchild, she would cherish it like the apple of her eye. A biological grandchild would undoubtedly turn out much more promising than those ungrateful wolves from her two stepsons' households.

At a time like this, virtually every government department and institution carried quotas for attracting investment and poverty alleviation, and the police bureau was no exception. Chen Guozhi and Li Wanjiang were already acquainted, though not particularly close. Being able to dine with Li Wanjiang through Fang Le and simultaneously get to know Hou Chengyang naturally pleased Chen Guozhi a great deal.

After Jiang Ruodong and Qing Manlian arrived at the bridge tournament venue, the student team members cast their gazes toward Jiang Ruodong, whispering among themselves.

Within his field of vision, a trace of bloody crimson seemed to slowly bleed into the pristine, holy wings behind Chu Feng.

Stepping out of the hospital, Chen Le had not expected such a twist. Fortunately, he had agreed to meet with them; otherwise, matters might have become even more troublesome.

The ritual for becoming adoptive kin was very simple. Ning Hongqian served tea to Mother Qing, who dispensed with the formal kneeling kowtow. Mother Qing simply handed Ning Hongqian a red envelope, and the adoption was official.

Seeing Jiang Ruodong once again, Lin Lin did not know what she ought to say, nor did she comprehend the significance of uttering those words.

Ah Ju told Tuanzi that her mother was usually extremely busy with work, and this was the sole occasion she had ever taken her out to play.

Consequently, Nangong Yu had no idea what state of mind had possessed him to agree to Ye Qingcheng; yet, deep down, he truly held a sliver of expectation for her.

It turned out that the moment Xu Wanying stepped out of Lu Chen's vehicle was chanced upon by Mother Xu from upstairs. Mother Xu recognized the Cayenne Turbo—she knew very well that a Porsche was an exceptionally luxurious automobile.

At this thought, Sakata Gintoki gently blocked his ears and closed his eyes.

However, the six individuals on stage, apart from Su Nan, were no ordinary figures. Even if a sense of astonishment stirred within their hearts, they would never voice it aloud.

After pursuing for a while, seeing no trace of anyone amidst the boundless grassland, Shi Huang Qianhong felt a sense of desolate loss. On her return journey, she stood in a quiet trance before the place where Shi Huang Zhi and Gongshan Baili had fought their decisive battle.

Watching her slightly stooped figure as she caressed the purple forget-me-nots, accompanied by her tone tinged with helplessness, Leng Mingxu felt as though his heart had been given an unceremonious, startling tug.

Dongfang Tu carefully observed the blade of grass. Its entire body was remarkably tough, as if it had stubbornly struggled upward from a fissure in the earth. The roots were quite fresh, appearing as though they had just been pulled up.

"It is not entirely outside the realm of possibility. If I eat this fish, might I revert to being a black-furred beast?" Fan Jiuming began to harbor designs on the Shu fish.

It was not until a long time afterward that I came to understand a certain truth: it is not that you are incapable of doing something, but simply that you have yet to encounter the person who stirs within you the compulsive desire to do it.

What was this supposed to mean? Having tricked her last time, he was now offering a sweet jujube to seal her lips? Ye Qingcheng looked Nangong Yu up and down, eyeing him with deep skepticism. Could this be yet another trap?

The surviving cultivators were swept out by a mysterious force. The family heads and leading elders of numerous clans hurriedly began mustering their respective disciples.

Perhaps, many years hence, people would still remember the heroic bearing of that youth; the Ordinary Immortal would become a living legend.