Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

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Chapter 82 Mystic Sun Stone
“Haha! I don’t even know which genius cultivated this magical item! It’s going to save me so much energy.”
Emrys burst out laughing. He managed to weave in and out of the skyscrapers rapidly on the bicycle without even needing to
pedal. It was even faster than the high–speed rail.
At this moment, there was a couple fighting downstairs.
The guy pleaded, “Dear, don’t be angry. I promise that I’ll never lie to you again. If I do, you can ignore me forever. What the f*ck!
Look! There’s a flying bicycle in the sky!”
Slap!
The girl slapped her partner’s face and yelled furiously, “You b*stard! Just tell me straight to my face if you want to break up!
There’s no need to find an excuse like that.”
Emrys probably did not realize that his actions had destroyed so many couples‘ relationships.
Naturally, to avoid causing a greater commotion, Emrys landed at a secluded place after having his fill of fun.
Meanwhile, Franklin, Thomas, and Lucas were standing with their backs straight at the Sunderland residence’s courtyard,
enthusiastically waiting for Emrys‘ arrival.

Thomas asked, “Dad, it’s almost time to eat. Will Mr. Lund actually come?”
Franklin replied confidently, “He will. Since he promised to come, he’ll definitely keep his word. Have you found that stone?”

“Yes. It’s in the living room. We can give it to him once he comes.”
“Remember to host Mr. Lund well when he arrives. You must not offend him.”
“Got it.”
At that moment, Lucas suddenly exclaimed, “Dad, I think I see Mr. Lund heading here on a bicycle!”
Franklin slapped his son on the face and bellowed furiously, “Didn’t I tell you not to offend Mr. Lund? Why are you spouting such
nonsense? How can someone of his status ride a bicycle?”
“Ahem... Dad, I’m also seeing that Mr. Lund is coming here on a bicycle.”
Immediately after Thomas spoke, a bicycle screeched to a halt in front of the three of them.
Emrys got off of the bicycle and asked, “Have you been waiting for me for a long time here, Old Mr. Sunderland?”
The Sunderlands were utterly bereft of words, so much so that Franklin’s jaw almost dropped to the ground.
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Chapter 82 Mystic Sun Stone
He really rode a f*cking bicycle over! But this bicycle model seems quite familiar.
Returning to his senses, Franklin gulped and asked, “Mr. Lund, is this bicycle the one that you bought at Antique City?”

“Yeah. I had someone repaint it. It’s quite a comfortable ride!” replied Emrys contently as he patted the ‘bicycle seat..

An odd expression emerged on the three people’s faces.
Franklin opened his mouth, about to say something. However, after hesitating for a long while, all he could muster to say was,
“You’re so elegant, Mr. Lund.”
Meanwhile, Thomas thought, As expected of the Empyrean Lord’s brother–in–law! He’s got such a unique personality, and he
stands out from the crowd! How cool!
When Emrys entered the living room with Franklin and the rest, his expression changed slightly.
Immediately sensing a special energy fluctuation, he locked his gaze on a translucent stone on the table.
The Mystic Sun Stone! An absolute treasure.
Franklin introduced with a smile, “That’s the special rock that I mentioned. Does it suit your requirements, Mr. Lund?”
“Of course! It can’t be more suitable. Haha! Just quote me a price, Old Mr. Sunderland. I’m buying this rock.”
“It’s no fun talking about money. Since we have no use for this rock, we’ll just give it to you as a gift!”
“No way! That won’t do.”
“Why not? You saved my life, Mr. Lund. If you are unwilling to accept such a simple gift like this, I’m going to be flustered.”
As Franklin spoke, his expression fell.
Unable to convince him otherwise, Emrys had no choice but to accept the Mystic Sun Stone. “Since you’ve already put it that
way, I won’t stand on courtesy, Old Mr. Sunderland.”
Everyone was pleased.
At that moment, a melodious and clear voice, mixed with a hint of grumpiness, rang out from the bedroom. “When will we be
eating? I’m famished!”

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