Chapter 57: The Miraculous Ginseng Fruit, Reverting to Youth

"Ouch, my stomach hurts! I need to go to the restroom!" Wood suddenly clutched his stomach and bolted away.

It seemed that ever since she had been trapped in this bitter, freezing realm, her heart had turned to ashes. Facing him as her father, there was never anything but alienation and coldness.

Li Fan laughed and bantered with her. After chatting with him for a bit longer, Binqi took everyone and left directly. A short while after they departed, Li Fan activated his Spirit-Peeping Eye. Seeing that they had indeed left and that there was not a single soul within a radius of ten miles, he walked straight over to the stone pillar beneath the White Tiger statue.

They were tens of thousands of feet up in the air, yet Roosevelt maintained such an absolute expression of certainty, seemingly unafraid of being unable to escape once they returned to New York. Where did he get such courage? How could he be so certain?

Yu Youyou could tell her brother was being serious. She had wanted to play matchmaker between Hanhan and her brother, but if her brother truly didn't like her, there was nothing she could do.

"Are these bastards tired of living? Take me over there to see this. I want to see what kind of background this fellow has to be so arrogant." Li Cungang let out a cold snort.

Just as he lifted his foot to head toward the teahouse, he saw the driver's side door open, and Tie Zhong stepped out with a beaming smile on his face.

With every kiss, Zhan Han felt the sensations were incomparably wonderful. She loved this feeling of intimacy with Brother Yufei, only today he seemed a bit more emotional than before, and the strength of his hands on her body was somewhat heavier.

Sure enough, Liu Xie began to exert his strength. This time, he broke through the opponent's defense with relative ease. However, the passages left by the enemy were stacked layer upon layer, rugged and difficult to traverse, making ingress and egress still rather troublesome.

"Hahahaha... You absolute goofball! You're killing me, oh, stop teasing me, hahahaha..." Tianchong clutched his stomach, rolling back and forth on the bed. Fortunately, the bed was big enough; otherwise, falling off and hurting himself would just give him a reason to beat me up, though I figured Tianchong's threshold for laughter was simply very low.

They had originally thought that after retreating to Wo County they could finally relax a little, and that the county magistrate certainly wouldn't dare treat them lightly when it came to food and drink. Who would have thought that, after all is said and done, so many people would actually still have to depend on those two pots of porridge.

She had originally thought that the most handsome men in the world were Dabao and Erbao, but who could have expected that there would be someone so peerless in this world.

Refusing to provide a water source felt unjust to their family, but providing it—could it turn out to be the breeding ground for a catastrophe instead?

Inside the car, Motsuma Kazuto sat quietly in the passenger seat. Ishikawa Kaito glanced into the rearview mirror, slightly tidying up his fiery red hair before starting the engine.

However, he was heading to the Akatsuki organization. If he had a tailed beast sealed within him, it would be no different than a sheep walking into a tiger's den.

This scene was just as Rong Ling had imagined before coming: indeed a harmonious and joyous sight.

To distinguish this White Zetsu from the one with Black Zetsu, let's continue calling this one Tobi.

At that time, Zabuza's entire focus was on Kakashi; how could he have imagined that a pair of eyes within the thick fog had already locked onto him?

Milati, standing nearby, was already planning to offer comfort, but to her surprise, the rice cooker suddenly became shrouded in a layer of golden brilliance.

Ji Haoyue desperately wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks, but looking at Xu Nuo, who remained completely unscathed suspended in mid-air, all his thoughts instantly vanished, leaving behind only a heart full of bitterness.

Zhou Qin glanced toward the window. It was cracked open a sliver, so she walked over, closed it, and sat down at a distance from it.

As for Maka and the other two, they prepared to retrace their steps and return to Western Greenhouse No. 4 to continue working as hired hands.

Dankun's foundation was already immensely profound. At the Grandmaster level, he had reached the true ultimate state, comprehending more of the profound mysteries of realms in advance. To call him the most solidly grounded being in the infinite multiverse might be a slight exaggeration, but adding "one of" to that description should be undisputed.

That honest, mature face, the smiling expression, and those eyes that never seemed to fully open—wasn't that none other than Uncle Teuchi?

Up until this moment, Angelica was still living in happiness, as if she could forget all the worries in her life.

"How much do you think your A-yin is worth?" Ling Qiong didn't quibble over Xie Huaiyin's "rudeness," instead letting Xie Huaiyin name his own price.

An even more bizarre thing happened. He discovered that even covering his eyes was completely useless; Yamanaka Ino's exquisite figure was still displayed before his eyes in vivid detail.

Du Weiyun opened the door and walked inside. The housekeeper was preparing breakfast, and seeing him return, stepped forward to greet him. "Mr. Du is back," he said, helping Du Weiyun ready his shoes.

In truth, they could have originally shipped the water to an out-of-province winery to seek contract manufacturing. However, Xu Zhenhua hadn't communicated with Chen Li in time and remained busy searching for a contract winery within their own province, wasting many days. Now, shipping the water over was already too late.

He contentedly accepted the cigarette, pulled one out, lit it, and took a deep, heavy drag. The ecstatic expression on his face looked for all the world like he was reaching climax.

A scout spotted the pirates behind Doflamingo, reacted instantly, and roared at the top of his lungs.

He didn't want Huangfu Ye to constantly hold the dominant position while he was always led around by the nose.

The viewer count soared by over tens of thousands, netting Zhang Shan hundreds of distributable attribute points. It felt insanely satisfying. Zhang Shan knew very well that once the gunboat sailed into the Bermuda Triangle region, his livestream's popularity would skyrocket even further.