Chapter 53: Foraging for Wild Duck Eggs

Lin Zhi ignored him, furrowed his brow and dug at the ground twice, then angrily threw down his hoe. “No, I’m going to ask my eldest brother. Why did Lin Qin build a house without asking us to help, but called in that outsider Lin Qingxiang?”

“Exactly! Let’s go now!” Li Lian said, then hurriedly asked, “Where does Lin Qin’s husband live?”

Lin Zhi was stunned.

The couple both turned to Huang Yuzhen, shamelessly asking, “Where does Lin Qin’s husband live?”

Huang Yuzhen rolled her eyes.

Although Ye Xi deliberately altered his route, when he ran near the forest, he unexpectedly encountered a companion—Lan Xi.

It had been more than a year since they last met, and this person’s temperament seemed even more blunt… If he became any more straightforward, he’d be a foolish big sister.

But she didn’t regret it, because from that young man behind her, she felt a familiar and warm sense of closeness.

Whether during festivals or gift-giving occasions, Madam Liu’s husband, who had just been speaking with Gu Mingnuan, was destined for great military achievements in the future, and he seemed to be from Xiaoyang.

Thinking of the bleak prospects, Han Sui sat in the government office’s main hall, sighing deeply as the night breeze brought a slight chill. Suddenly, he stood up, his eyes flashing with a cold and sharp light.

It was at this moment that they learned where the news of Earth’s time travel had come from—Liang Kai, a traveler in the magical world.

How could he make such a careless mistake as not having his glasses on? Thankfully, the situation was remedied in time. In truth, Xiaoyang cared more about Gu Yan and kept a respectful distance from Gu Mingnuan’s birth mother.

Many years later, he was already old and frail, yet Qin Sangyu was still by his side. Perhaps her beauty had faded, but time must have left its mark on her—perhaps gentler, perhaps wiser.

Although the Black Rose Band was striking and their songs deeply moving, their home venue was really not suitable for death metal rock.

Ye Chen smiled and said, “You’re still so competitive. Over all these years, Mom has broken my temper, but yours is still…” She didn’t finish her sentence and just shook her head.

Hearing the howling wind behind, the mercenary’s face suddenly showed terror. A cold chill ran through him as he turned to see the gleaming dagger he had lost now at his chest.

With a deafening boom, the entire area within several dozen meters was suddenly thrown into chaos—no wind, flying sand, and swirling stones.

Hearing Zhang Zhanshan’s words, Xia Youjie’s face flushed red with anger, and he waved his sleeve furiously. “Hmph, I won’t argue with a madman like you here!”

This was a three-story tavern facing the street, situated at a crucial intersection of two main roads. The tavern was exquisitely decorated, apparently designed by a specialist, retaining a classical style while exuding a grand and upscale atmosphere.

Gu Lin, Liu Chuan, and others wore grim expressions. They knew very well that only Chen Hao and Zhao Cheng were in the interrogation room, so the screams must have been Chen Hao’s.

“Old Master Zhang, this bird flu virus is different from before; otherwise, our Royal Hong Kong Hospital wouldn’t be at a loss. You must know, our hospital is much stronger than the People's Hospital of Chun City,” Chen Xueyong said.

Fu Que suddenly smiled broadly. Though the smile was harmless, it was almost endearing.

Du Yuan gave a slight bow to bid farewell to the two disciples of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect. In the distance, beneath the moonlight, two figures conversed—Bing Yu and Qu Zhifeng.

Returning to the teaching building, Jiang Kairan first toured the classrooms. Seeing that the school’s defense team was already guarding the area, he felt reassured and went back to the cafeteria.

But just then, a series of sounds of things falling to the ground came from behind. With a soft “whoosh,” Du Yuan’s figure flashed like lightning as he swiftly ascended above the Bajun Inn.