Chapter 55 This Fire Is Best Suited for Cooking

Huddled in a corner, Lu Wu was searching for a place to hide, knowing she could not interfere in a battle of this caliber.
Being someone who always prioritized safety, Lu Wu had already chosen her escape route.
The moment she took a step forward, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the flower bud burst into full bloom. Before she even had a chance to appreciate the sight of the blooming lotus, a flame resembling golden glazed glass engulfed her.
I'm going to die!
That was Lu Wu's first reaction.
She closed her eyes, unwilling to look at the wretched state she would be in before death.

Mu Zhi gratefully accepted it and continued, "I was frightened out of my wits at the time, so I just threw down the kettle and ran over, wanting to pull them apart."
After working for two hours, Lin Yumeng looked at her handiwork and grinned broadly. Han Fei was wrapped up like a mummy; apart from a faint breath proving he was still alive, there was truly nothing left about him that resembled a living person.
He remembered now. He had indeed gone out this morning, but that was only when he opened the door to abduct Li Tianqi, which took no more than the blink of an eye. How could someone have slipped in unnoticed? Moreover, since the two of them had talked for so long, everything must have been overheard by this person.
"Shh—" Miale suddenly gave a soft reminder, as she seemed to hear some sound emerging from that dense curtain of green crops.
His foot did indeed step into empty air, dropping straight down by about a foot. By the time he snapped to his senses, a piercing, heart-wrenching pain suddenly washed over him.
"One hundred yuan, isn't that too high? This is the wholesale price, and duck eggs are sold to herbal medicine merchants," Liang Ying asked. Who would charge such a high price? No matter who saw this tag, they probably wouldn't buy it.
Xiao Yunfei gently stroked Liu Qing's back to comfort her. Although he was a doctor, he had no idea what caused Liu Qing's symptoms, so he could only stay by her side and gently pat her back.
The road was not as bustling as it used to be in past years; everyone walked in silence. Old Madam Ye remembered yesterday afternoon when she braved the light drizzle to visit Madam Wang's extremely modest new grave. It had been too rushed; she didn't even have time to erect a simple tombstone for her.
"Clang, clang, clang—" The melee outside the club began. Both sides had nearly fifty people, and their strengths were evenly matched. They fought fiercely, but for the Flying Tiger Gang to charge through seemed impossible for the moment.
Lin Qingxuan certainly did not believe that the fourth-grade spiritual weapon, the Gold Burst Ball, was something the two fools Wang Dalin and Wang Erlin could get their hands on. However, looking at the Gold Burst Ball inside Wang Dalin's spatial ring, a trace of a smile appeared on his face. This was a strike from a powerful Spirit Emperor realm expert, serving as an extra life-saving trump card when needed.
"The Mighty Tiger messed things up over at No. 1 High School today and might end up crippled. How did you manage things?" Yu Qinglong's eyes flashed with a vicious, chilling glare as he spoke harshly.
At that moment, the Ziwei Emperor happened to arrive. Seeing that the deity of the Fire Department had already been killed by Ma Ming, he was extremely angry and ordered his soldiers to tightly surround the "Fire Dragon Palace."
Jin Xiuxian let out a cold, smug chuckle because he had seen Tang Feng's move—his gun had been specially modified for exceptionally strong penetration.
From his perspective, the monarch's current condition was extremely critical, and even the divine physician Wu Peng had declared it "hopeless." This made him feel increasingly depressed, as he knew the monarch must have made various arrangements for the realm before his death.
Seeing Ye Qiuwan arrive late, Hong Yan raised his eyelids slightly. Perhaps feeling that his wife committing adultery was not a good look after all, he told Ye Qiuwan to find a seat at random and instructed the servants to execute the two people who were kneeling.
As for the Seven Kill sword in Mo Fan's hand, it was nurtured entirely by the killing intent within Mo Fan's own body. Unlike the legendary Seven Kill that could split into seven, it was a tangible, genuine weapon.
Even if he did not ask, Bai Nannan would certainly have brought it up anyway; otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed over here in the middle of the night.
On the way back, Meng Fan was pondering whether he should consume all the herbs in the medicinal garden. After all, those herbs had been cultivated for half a year and possessed rich spiritual energy, which would be immensely helpful for advancing his cultivation. Just then, Feng Xiaoxiao called, asking where he was and telling him to head to a police station under the jurisdiction of the West City Branch.