Lian Po, old as he is, can he still eat!
Zheng Ming remembered this phrase very clearly, but he never imagined that such a phrase would somehow be applied to himself, granting him the same treatment as Lian Po. He truly didn't know whether to feel joyous or amused!
In the star-like eyes of Li Yingqiong, murderous intent gathered as if tangible. She was about to leap out of the flying boat when Zheng Ming grabbed her, saying, "Forget it, don't bother with him. It's more important for us to enter the Longhua Blessed Land."
Although Li Yingqiong had a strong personality, she always listened to and obeyed Zheng Ming's words, never acting on her own. Therefore, although the murderous intent in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest, she stopped her actions.
Even though the murderous intent in Li Yingqiong's eyes was not directed at him, Li Ruoyu, standing beside her, still felt a sense of trepidation, as if walking on thin ice.
