19 Beyond the Boundary

Given Chen Hao’s temperament, he should have flown into a rage long ago, but he didn't. He was fully aware of his own capabilities and trusted that Lin Ye was more than capable of throwing him out the window again.

Even for players who completed this quest in a rush, the next main storyline quest would likely require a high level to proceed; thus, this task was nothing but a massive trap.

"Are you engaged to him?" Zhang Lan broke the silence, though her expression remained indifferent.

Zhao Yu turned his gaze toward Meng Ruoyu, who, for a moment, did not know how to respond.

As he spoke, he chopped various wild vegetables and fruits of different colors, placed them in a large basin, and used magical power to heat them for a few seconds—equivalent to blanching them—before adding an appropriate amount of white sugar.

"Understood. I will follow up with Boss Cangqiong," Zhang Jian said, nodding to end the private chat.

It was much like how even the Sages, including the Three Pure Ones, would address the Jade Emperor with courtesy upon meeting him, despite their internal disdain; he was, after all, the recognized representative of the Heavenly Dao.

"Officer, nice to meet you!" Long Jun nodded and smiled at the male police officer, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

The gazes of both men were now fixed on Nangong Yiren; they, too, were moved by her sheer tenacity.

After the Xinhai Revolution, eunuchs were purged from the palace. Many who had managed the Imperial Kitchen took the secret court recipes and opened restaurants around Shichahai, creating "pseudo-imperial cuisine." The methods were identical to those used inside the palace, and their exquisite craftsmanship and premium ingredients made them favorites among the capital’s high-ranking officials and nobles.

Without reaching the ninth level of Hongmeng, one could only comprehend—not learn—otherworldly martial arts. Even if one reached the ninth level, without sufficient time for enlightenment, mastering them remained impossible.

He needed a calm Pandillia, not one filled with resentment.

As they spoke, two figures approached from a distance. One wore a dark Taoist robe, while the other was dressed in simple, elegant attire, moving with a graceful, willow-like sway.

In particular, Emperor Lizong of Song had been on the throne for decades; a lover of luxury, he spent his years constantly renovating and building, eventually turning the palace into a place of opulent splendor.

This turn of events left the Five Thunder God King stunned, unsure whether he should continue his attack.

Qiankun placed special emphasis on the words "that matter," staring intently at Nannan with a flicker of expectation in his expression.

Quietly sticking out her tongue, Jeon Boram quickly promised not to wander off, then, with a heart full of excitement, pushed open the door.

However, once he asked the question, he realized he could not discern any change in expression in the eyes of the three.

Still, filling the plot hole took precedence; he dared not be too presumptuous and could only suppress his excitement to continue working.

She glared aggressively at Jiang Ya. Jiang Ya looked at her, then at Lu Xingzhi beside him. He hesitated for a long time, and just as he was about to agree, Lu Xingzhi cut him off.

Therefore, finding a cute child as a partner for Young Master Gong was an urgent task for the production team.

Zhao Tai’s face darkened as he kicked the thermos in his hand to the ground, sending glass shards flying; he was clearly furious.

Shen Queyan had always been seen as a reckless character by others. Usually, in such situations, he would simply flip the table and burn bridges, but he couldn't do that now.

Luo Feng sneered, lit a cigarette, and without a hint of hesitation, blew a cloud of smoke directly into the face of the man before him.

They would stare at Scholar Gu as if their eyes were glued to him the moment he appeared, yet they had the nerve to claim he was secretly egging them on? Where did they get the face for that?

Zhong Ling’s face turned grim. With clenched fists, she shattered the head of the Profound Hidden Mouse, and the splattering blood was incinerated into ash by some mysterious force.

Countless people felt the sacred yet deathly aura permeating the air and could not help but swallow hard.

Even though Fu Chengyan usually exercised caution and cared about his reputation, after the alcohol went to his head, he no longer cared what others thought; he just wanted to vent the frustration in his heart.

Words seemed to fail him. Zhang Yushan left his sentence unfinished, closed his eyes, and fell into silence.

"Good intentions or not, why not go see for yourself? What, are you worried they’ll eat you? I hear dragon meat is very tough and doesn't taste good!" Luka reached out and ruffled Thea’s silver hair, and the silver dragon hurriedly protected every strand.

"Subjectivity blinds; the bystander sees clearly. Give yourself a chance, and give Chen Tao a chance. For your mother's sake, I will handle this for you. Now, just tell me: do you still like Chen Tao?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

After all, Martin was a Transformer; modifying the interior space of a car was a breeze for him. He could have easily turned the entire body into glass if he wanted to.

"Then where did you get this sugar? This is white sugar, right?" Luka was even more surprised. He had assumed that if they didn't grow sugarcane, perhaps they grew sugar beets.

"Look at you. This grocery store is just a front. Let's stop talking here. Since you are a guest introduced by Li Qiao, please follow me," Lan Yuyue said, her expression darkening.

And what would happen to these two delicate fellows spending every day with hundreds of rough-and-tumble soldiers?

The old principal was already angry that he wasn't seated with Li Hai, and seeing that only vegetable dishes were served, he became even more incensed.

Ever since Li Xiuyuan could remember, the old monk had taught him to keep a low profile and be steadfast in his actions. One must never speak recklessly; never make grand promises to anyone before a task is accomplished.

"What's going on?" A voice rang out from outside the door before the person even appeared.

Perhaps, though she didn't fully grasp the meaning of "father," it was a familiarity she had been born with.

Zhang Qiling noticed Mo Jiu quietly rubbing his own backside, looking terrified, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This should have been a good thing for her—perhaps she could use this chance to withdraw from the mission—but instead of feeling a sense of relief, she felt a bitter ache in her heart.

Zhang Rishan and Yin Xingyue exchanged a bewildered glance. Did such a thing truly exist in this world?

Upon arriving at the camp, A-Ning was taking a headcount. A few were still missing, and it was unclear if they had strayed too far in the poor visibility caused by the sandstorm.