42 My Unlucky Childhood Sweetheart (15)

"No!" Tang Huaijin refused firmly. He knew that Nan Yu was always soft-hearted when it came to children. If Nan Yu were to see the child named Hero, she might very well end up in tears. That child really looked to be in a terrible state.

Leading the group of seven or eight men was a large, dark-skinned fellow with a tattoo on his bald head, bearing a striking resemblance to the heavyweight boxing champion Mike Tyson. The others were young men from the streets, but each was brawny and looked quite formidable.

Shentu Haolong looked at him coldly and said, "I will come again at this time tomorrow." Having said that, he pulled up his hood and walked out through the front entrance.

"Wang Yingzhou, don't rush out yet. Secure the stairwell first. Wait for me to find a way to deal with the enemies at the entrance and on the street. Also, help me take out the two snipers across the way—damn it, those two are such a nuisance!" He Yunlong shouted into the walkie-talkie.

Even so, he dared not relax in the slightest. If refining a mecha were compared to a journey, Mu Bai had only covered a tenth of it so far.

"Thank you for your suggestion," He Tingting said politely before turning back. Since using the body-tempering pill given to them by Zhantian last night, no one knew the state of her own skin better than she did. Returning to Zhang Jingchu’s side, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Forget it, I'll write you an IOU instead," Li Changxuan said. He still needed to use this second-grade spiritual longsword, and as for the Moon-Slaying Sword, he would naturally put it away to use in a few years.

No one intervened. In truth, everyone was harboring a sense of pent-up resentment, and watching the old swindler deal with Bi Su was quite satisfying and cathartic.

Back then, as long as Ye Wudi showed the slightest sign of dissatisfaction with Ning Fan, countless people would flock to deal with Ning Fan just to curry favor with Ye Wudi.

The God of the Underworld handed the infant to Mu Yunqing and walked to the side of Jun Zhi’s bed. "How is it? Does it hurt a lot?" The God of the Underworld looked at Jun Zhi, who lay on the bed with a pale face and skin glistening with sweat, his eyes filled with heartache.

In movies, scenes of best friends turning on each other were common, but she never imagined they would have a day like this themselves.

"Come on, have another bite. Eat a bit more so your cold will get better," Su Yanmo said, feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

As for other non-military units wanting to purchase from the farm, Luo Qingyan would not be so polite; she had to make money where she could. After all, even if she stopped investing in the farm, it still needed to keep running normally.

Lu Mingqi had not expected his sister-in-law to think so far ahead, even considering environmental issues. Who else would typically think of such things? Moreover, this would cost a fortune. He figured that even the leaders hadn't considered the environmental problems brought about by economic development.

For some reason, the longer Li Ling waited, the more panicked she became, feeling a sense of urgency akin to "needing to relieve a full bladder."

Li Ling did not let Shen Lang follow her to retrieve the "gift from Tiao Tiao." She walked alone to a piece of wilderness far from the garrison area.

However, not a single car passed by on this road; it was so quiet and deep that it felt as if she were in the most ancient of forests.

"Then let's go," Jiang Lin, the Divine Venerable, seemed to have anticipated this result and said to Luo Yunzhi.

A figure feared by the business world, he was only ever helpless when it came to Su Mianmian. Every time he wanted to be angry with her, he would look at her innocent face and find his anger vanishing into thin air.

Chi Zao was woken up in the middle of the night and was still a bit dazed. Seeing Wei Xiao in the soft light, she still felt as if she were dreaming.

Although the layout here was similar and the exterior decoration of most houses was much the same—somewhat like the construction style of the Prince Kang Mansion—it was truly inconceivable that someone with such a rare and good memory as Qin Jinyu could not remember the distance between rooms.

For a split second, Han Yu had indeed felt a flicker of panic due to her sudden appearance and sudden surge of emotion.

Hu Guang thought to himself that when it came to being a top student, no one compared to Young Master Jin. The term "top student" was coined by Young Master Jin himself, who said that Young Master Zhen and Young Master Zhu could also be considered top students.

Xiangru wanted to sleep after playing for a while, so the wet nurse put him in the carriage; it was less trouble than carrying him and easier to push back to the Madam.

Glancing at the time, it wasn't too late yet. If Mu Xiaoxia took a taxi, that area was a famous wealthy district where every villa housed several luxury cars; ordinary taxis wouldn't usually go there unless the passenger covered the fare for the return trip as well.

Su Han hugged the coffin tightly, as if it were the pillar of his life. The coffin radiated a hint of warmth in the summer heat, like his mother's hand reaching out when he was a child. He clutched it firmly, yet he only grasped at emptiness.

There was still some traffic on the road, but she figured that since he was at the club, he certainly wouldn't come looking for her; at most, he would check up on her by asking her roommates.

That dream from their youth had finally come true. The wish to hold hands and grow old together was no longer just empty talk for two people who had endured a lifetime of hardship.

"If that's the case, Young Master Guo, you can explain the matter in detail to the current Emperor," Gongxi Wanwan said.

If this were a normal battle, such a deployment would have been fine. But at this moment, the 5th Legion had just fled from the front lines and was filled with wounded soldiers, making it incapable of serving its intended purpose. Added to that, using the depleted 11th Pegasus Legion as the first line of defense, the outcome was predictable.