Chapter 39: I Don't Want a New Dad

Sang Ke was startled by Huo Yanting's voice and looked over, only to see his expression sour enough to bubble. Sensing his jealousy, a small sense of vanity blossomed in her heart. Yet upon reflection, it was nothing more than a man's possessiveness at work; the slight curve of her lips immediately flattened again.

He patted the green safety helmet on his head, feeling the waves of energy surging within it, and couldn't help but reveal a calm, unruffled expression.

The old man’s face was creased with wrinkles, his gaze fierce and sinister. He wore a gray short robe, and his hands were thin as sticks, with nails sharp as beast claws, making him look quite terrifying.

Xu Yiqing and Tang Ziyan hurried outside to check, only to discover that Ji Xiuru and Su Miaoyun had returned.

Hong Jun waved his wide sleeve, and at once the Three Pure Ones felt themselves lifted by a vast, mighty force. Then Hong Jun’s voice sounded in their ears, “Rise. You have suffered enough through these countless years.” With that, Hong Jun let out a faint sigh.

“Spirit-Locking Sword!” The flying sword shot like a stream of light, and in an instant reached a companion about to be struck by its rebounding force, merging into their body like a shadow.

Shi Guang of the Si Hong family had dominated the Fragmented Star Sea for centuries. Aside from Guo Zehuan, not a single person was his match.

Otherwise, if he retreated before even glimpsing his enemy, he would lose all authority in the eyes of others.

Soon enough, the windshield was installed, though only one police light remained lit.

In the past, she had always despised such people; there were always reckless fools who would rush out, crying and pleading with her not to cause trouble, not to harm the people.

On the street, Lin Tianzheng accompanied He Qianqian shopping. Just then, he received a call from Jie Jun, asking him to attend a meeting tomorrow.

Sitting beside her, Xu Xiaoli watched Feng Baiguo busily packing things and couldn’t help but ask.

“Just now, you said I should sing 'Conquer,' and you wanted to take them out! Now tell me, which of those two could you actually beat?” Zixiang squatted down, smiling.

The guard at the villa was cut down by a single stroke as he rode past; blood splashed onto his black-gold armor, yet his face remained expressionless and unmoved.

At first, she too had been like Su Yao, harboring the illusion that Long Muhan would care for her, even if only a little.

I hesitated briefly before replying, “I’m not a germaphobe, and I don’t mind you!” With that, I quickly finished her portion as well, though I was still very hungry.

With this thought, she bit her lip and twisted her slender fingers together, as if making some decision.

Watching Zhang Zhiping play games, Lin Peng was reminded of what happened before leaving school and couldn’t help but ask.

Hearing Guo Jia’s analysis, the situation was now laid bare before the meat-eaters of Yizhou. The severity of the circumstances made not only Jia Long but all the strategists and generals uneasy. Only Zhang Song and Fa Zheng, lingering in the shadows, allowed themselves a smile.

Moreover, as she turned the corner, Guo Nianfei noticed something seemed to be leaking from Wang Kuang’s car.

After a long while, the food was finally packed. Zuo Lun was gathering the money and tickets as he prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, a heavy rain began to fall.

“Go down,” Huo Lingfeng narrowed his eyes, staring blankly at the wooden carving beside his hand. He waved gently at Heiyan, signaling him to leave.

With Pan Yuhong leading the way, the others followed him inside, eager to see the mark Hong Jun had indicated. Thanks to Mei Xuelian’s help, the monk was now able to move freely and followed Pan Yuhong as well.

“How about… we return to our lodgings first? Wait until you’ve recovered before we discuss it further?” Li Zongyu suggested.