33 The Ruthless Scoundrel Who Forsook Wife and Child (8)

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They reached the end of the street and saw a gleaming plaque inscribed with the characters "Xu Family" hanging above the vermilion gates.

While sipping tea and chatting with her master, she learned that A-Xuan was also an abandoned child, much like herself; he had been forsaken by his biological parents and taken back to the mountains by their master to be raised.

The warrior turned his head at these words. Although his face remained flushed, his hands, which had been gripping his own throat, had long since loosened.

Murong Xuan did not even make a sound; he simply glanced at the person still sleeping and nodded. She must be starving, he thought.

The tea the three of them were drinking had been poured from the same teapot, yet their cups were different. If they were to be poisoned, it could only be through the cups.

After all, in terms of combat results, military achievements, and troop casualties, the army under Zhang Keda’s command was far inferior to the troops trained by Qi Jiguang.

At least Yi Mu had woken up, and there were many possibilities for the future. This time, it would be his turn to make Yi Mu fall in love with him.

Fan Yang pounded on the door, demanding to be let in. Just as the door opened, two cars also arrived at the prison gates.

Feeling the relentless pursuit from behind, Shadow No. 2 pulled Shadow No. 5 as they sped through the forest.

Yet, no matter what excuse she gave, she could never escape the "discerning eyes" of those burly men. Every time she nearly escaped, she would be dragged back in disgrace.

Forget it. Cheng Hong was older than Yi Man anyway. Calling her "sister-in-law" at the beginning had just been to insult her; now, having to call her that every day was something he truly couldn't stomach.

Tang Qian had been ready since early morning. She changed into a decent and elegant outfit, packed her evening gown and jade thumb ring into her leather bag, and sat in the living room waiting for Gu Jingnan to return.

Leng Qiubo’s mind raced through several thoughts, and he quickly understood the reason. Leng Ruijun must have been resentful that Suo Tianyuan had rejected the marriage proposal, so he had harbored evil intentions, hoping to create a fait accompli first.

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Dugu Lie played the part of the temporary husband quite convincingly. He immediately acted overjoyed, nodding repeatedly in thanks, and asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine to stabilize the pregnancy before escorting Duanmu Youning back to the inn.

Regaining her senses, Li Wan looked at the delicate-looking youth before her with a complex gaze. She still felt disgusted by the person in front of her, yet for some reason, a strange feeling of being abandoned by a lover lingered in her heart—a sensation she had never experienced before.

However, Yi Man’s heart had already turned to stone. A dead heart cannot feel warmth, and of course, it cannot feel pain either.

The Blood-Refining Ancestor sneered without restraint. Although the thunder-attribute sword essence was formidable, it lacked the true essence power to back it up.

However, Xiao Chen was well-traveled and knowledgeable. If she could like his design, it proved there must be something unique about it; otherwise, why would she like it?

She remembered that back in high school, she used to wait for Fu Jingshen to return from the military so they could walk the dog together.

Regarding this, Director Jiang was somewhat surprised, as generally speaking, An Ge’s constitution was extremely difficult to conceive with.

Feng and Shishido looked at the ball that had bounced out of bounds, then glanced at Yagyu, who held his racket vertically as if he were holding a sword.

The other spectators then remembered that Huang Rong indeed had that trick left up her sleeve; it seemed she had won.

Now, Fu Jingshen finally understood why he had been searching the whole world for Gu Anan to no avail. It turned out she had changed her name long ago and was being protected under the wing of someone like Bo Liang.

Beiming Feng looked at her, his thin lips pressed together in a look of deep contemplation. From his conflicted expression, one could tell he did not want to make her worry, yet he could not bear to let her go.

No matter how advanced extraterrestrial life is, it belongs to science. I want to explore life and death, spirit and flesh, man and god; this is philosophy. Philosophy is naturally higher, deeper, and more interesting than science.

Yet he was already a powerhouse at the second stage of the Transformation Realm, transcending the ninth stage of the Spirit Realm. Who else could hide from his senses and eyes?

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The Wu tribe army, serving as strong reinforcements for the Jiuli tribe, was being forced into a full retreat; one could imagine the fate of the Jiuli army.

Upon receiving the letter, Qin Feng was truly moved. Even at this juncture, Hua Qingshuang had specifically written to him, willing to help him resolve his troubles. This was more than just a partnership; it was the affection of kin.

The first floor had been temporarily cleared, and after a day of decoration, it looked quite professional, with hanging chandeliers and a red carpet. Outside the Wanfu Jewelry Store, the street was filled with luxury cars, all worth over a million.

He licked his lips gently, like a lion that had been bored for a long time upon seeing interesting prey, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

The thug dragged Murong Moqing onto the bed frame. He first pushed her onto it, his thieving hands taking plenty of liberties with her hips.

The ninja who had killed the deputy hall master coldly withdrew his blade and tossed the corpse to the ground.

"Hmph! You scumbags! Breaking your limbs is getting off lightly! I’ll spare your miserable life for now; your grandfather here still has questions to ask!" The voice came from above.

Never? But he had already bullied her. From the day they married, from the day his concubines bullied her, from the day of his indifference. Could he now tell her he never intended to hurt her, and expect one sentence to wipe everything away?

A blade of light struck down like lightning from the treetops, the sword energy wave-like and surging, enveloping him. It contained countless follow-up strikes; clearly, the wielder was a powerful expert, likely no less skilled than Mo Xin or Mo Yi.

Arriving at the center of the living area, they stood before an extremely ancient manor. Lin, Yinghong, the two spirit beasts, and Shen Jianfei all remained at the entrance. Lu Shaoqi was led inside by a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties with thick eyebrows and large eyes.