Volume 1, Chapter 52: Urging Childbirth

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"Uncle Lan, I don't have time to explain right now, just listen to me first..." Zhuo Nan said into the phone.
Meng Qingyi had not really thought this through carefully, and at that moment, she furrowed her brow slightly. The atmosphere gradually grew somewhat heavy along with her solemn expression.
Hu Qiao'er had originally wanted to chat with Chen Fei for a bit and ask how he was doing, but seeing that he had just left like that, she could not help feeling rather disappointed.
"Hmph, because I need a dog, and you are that dog, understand?" the mysterious person said coldly.
By this time, it was already dark. Gong Ren led Tang Qingying and Huang Yi'ou toward the Gentleman Dragon's residence. Arriving near the house, Gong Ren scanned the surroundings with a vigilant gaze, only to discover government detectives pacing back and forth near the entrance.
When this silver longsword emerged, the space around its blade directly collapsed, appearing as a layer of black, eerie fissures wrapping tightly around the edge.
At this moment, the young man's heart paused slightly, as if he had already sensed something, and he spoke.
Facing his sworn brother with such an attitude, Huangfu Xuan was also speechless. Turning to glance at the sea of white-robed figures behind him, he could not help but sink into deep contemplation.
After letting out a final wail, the mid-stage beast-grade steel-clawed tiger bolted away in a flash, disappearing into the intertwined green and bloody-red undergrowth.
With the sniper gone, Hirata shifted his gaze to the five members holding plastic explosives beside him. Like the four snipers, the five demolition experts nodded at Hirata, signaling that all preparations were complete. They indicated that the moment he gave the order, they would blow open the prison gates and rescue his uncle.
They only thought of elevating their cultivation realm, entirely failing to consider what kind of entity the Demon King truly was, or how he could possibly be utilized by the two of them.
"Jianguo, whenever you get good herbs in the future, just send them right here. I will offer a thoroughly fair price." Jing Tian's chubby face bloomed into a smile like a blossoming flower.
One must remember, hadn't that Xu Mei just made it very clear that the Chunxiao Group was currently basically an empty shell?
In the past, Li Roushou did not know her own identity, but knowing today that she was connected to the Imperial Palace, this undoubtedly concerned the matter of her engagement.
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The man at the very front was around forty-five years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, giving off an innate aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.
Originally, she had not found a suitable opportunity to confess, but now that she had asked the question aloud, if he were to keep hiding it, wouldn't that mean he did not truly treat her as one of his own?
"You can just use it to bewitch me. If I ever find out you're using it to bewitch other men, I'll really loosen it up for you so that even a steel-ringed bra won't be able to hold you in!" Yu Ye sneered.
Proceeding along the corridor, Xiao Chen's footsteps slowed slightly, and as he passed the stone coffin, he backhanded a talisman onto it.
As the medicinal efficacy of the Qi and Blood Pill took effect, a flush of color finally appeared on Xiao Chen's face, resembling that of a normal person.
Yingying nodded. She turned and returned to the temporary thatched shed where General Feng was seated. One of General Feng's arms was still bound with tree branches, slung across his chest.
Though he could never be certain whether Qi Qi was truly his son, and possessed zero instinctive awareness of being a father, watching Qi Qi being tortured to such an extent still filled him with anger.
As it turned out, these guards had merely surrounded Xiao Chen and the others tightly without actually stepping forward.
This chair was normally occupied solely by Yue Dingchang. Only when distinguished guests arrived at the estate would Yue Dingchang yield it to them.
Since Sima Yueguang had tracked them all the way here, he undoubtedly had this intention from the start. What he said was also true; currently, she was indeed no match for him.
Shu Hui had also bottled up her emotions for too long, and after having a good cry in Tu Hengsha's arms, they more or less arrived at the hospital.
With a family member injured, the atmosphere should have been heavy, yet clear laughter drifted from the main room from time to time, making everyone's spirits feel lighter.
After a few minutes, Shen Nuo finally stopped weeping, and with a trace of embarrassment, raised her head from Ye Lingyue's chest.
At the time, seeing Old Madam Liu simply grab a pinch of tea leaves and brew them with boiling water, he had merely assumed it was the kind of rough, unpalatable coarse-leaf tea common in the countryside.
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A conspiracy was unfolding before him, yet he had unwittingly stepped right into the heart of it. He suddenly sensed that things were turning ominous.
She did not realize that just as she finished setting up the formation and devoted her mind and body entirely to physical and spiritual restoration, a dark figure had appeared near her.
No matter how they discussed it among themselves, they still obediently headed toward the immortal cave; they dared not defy the orders of a Core Formation elder. Even the other five sects, organized by their respective elders, marched back in orderly fashion.
Before the mystic treasure grounds were opened, there was only one place in this world where the Seven-Colored Willow could be found—the royal family of the Demon race.
Upon returning to the Liu residence, Changning enjoyed a hearty meal and a deep, fulfilling sleep. Afterward, she rummaged through her chests for a few pieces of jewelry that matched her newly crafted collar, intending to wear them the next day. Having prepared everything, she summoned Chiyi to begin handling official business.
Yan Qing shrank back slightly, realizing that Gao Mohan had long since prepared to stage this grand performance at the Rouge Banquet.
To this day, she still could not figure out what method Ni Sishang had used to make her older brother utterly submissive to her.
Only then did Changning realize she had gone much too far. Recalling her own feelings while waiting for their letters previously, and realizing how long she had delayed in replying, she figured they might even have thought something unfortunate had happened to her.
By the time the two of them had left the encampment far behind in the dust, the guard-dressed figure suddenly spoke, their voice blurring and mingling with the howling wind.
Now that she had preliminarily refined the origin of the Xuanwu Continent, within its boundaries, traveling anywhere was merely a matter of a single thought. The Land Token had also undergone only preliminary refinement. The cautionary tale of Yunlan remained vivid in her mind; before resolving all potential issues, she dared not attempt anything rash lightly.
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