Volume One, Chapter 49: The Child She Carries Is Mine

Qin Zhan was momentarily stunned when she mentioned he had a white hair, and he couldn’t help but begin to wonder if he truly was getting old.

Yan Qiuning walked to his side, ran her fingers through his hair, and pretended to search for the offending strand: “There’s only this one. The elders always say, if you pluck a white hair, more will follow.”

Leaving the bathroom, she resumed her icy beauty’s demeanor, gave a proud “thank you,” and made to depart.

Ye Ge stood at the center of Wenlin’s phantom, not feigning sleep, nor had his cultivation temporarily improved. He knew nothing of Wenlin’s phantom’s properties or purpose. To him, it was merely a smokescreen, a way to conceal the purple mucus that clung to his body.

Lin Dong still wore a stall-bought shirt and jeans, looking relaxed and carefree, even waving at the anti-organization with a hint of mischief.

Zhang Yunze turned around, gazing at the lovely girl before him—it could only be Wang Yuehan, the childhood companion he thought of day and night.

At that moment, the man called Brother Ye led the young man to the place where his father was. Tonight’s events were of great consequence; he dared not conceal anything. This Brother Ye was his father’s most trusted aide, and the most capable among his subordinates.

In the dean’s office, the formidable guests had already left. Only the dean and his wife remained.

“Enough.” Xuan Huiyun could bear it no longer, but still forced herself to endure. Besides, Lin Dong’s addition would undoubtedly boost the show’s ratings. She blamed herself for acting too impulsively; she should have tried to negotiate first.

“Third Brother fears his mother. If she so much as raises her voice, he won’t even dare to fart,” Cheng Yanyuan remarked.

Over the past year, Xu Yuan not only achieved the goal of over three hundred billion in group revenue, but in the first three months of this spring alone, his busy efforts had easily earned another three hundred billion.

Tang Yumo took photos of the elderly volunteers, while Lu Shaoyuan chatted with them, subtly weaving interview questions into the conversation.

After speaking, he began to laugh, then respectfully invited Gu Ping’an to sit first, saying he would go upstairs to bring down his wife.

Dongbang had never offended or provoked them, always conducting themselves honestly for years, never taking the initiative to stir trouble, simply wishing to develop in peace. Why, then, did they remain the target of such hostility?

With a graceful turn, Chen Bing spun around. She had no strength left, forcing her eyes open, her cheeks flushed as she looked at him, smiling faintly and murmuring, “Demon Lord, it’s you.” With her words, she drifted into sleep in Liu Zhiyuan’s arms.

The Canary briefly told what she could to Dishitian. Dishitian frowned deeply, his face etched with conflict.

Her family’s status was clear—even her elder sister was a high-level reincarnator. She should have been eligible for advanced training. But, thanks to her parents’ strict protection, she was now little more than an ordinary person with barely passable martial arts skills.

Otherwise, in two days, the headlines across the internet would feature her as the lead, exposing the secrets behind several major Southern Net news stories.

Xingzu, Mei Niang, and Dalang naturally agreed. After paying the consultation fee, the exhausted Dr. Niu departed Xingzu’s home.

Zhou Wutong and Master Jia, seeing this, were so startled they nearly cried out, but fortunately, Fengrui quickly covered their mouths.

Wu Kai laughed and instructed, “Please have them go directly to the second-floor restaurant. I’ll be waiting for them upstairs.” With that, Wu Kai and Guo Huifang headed upstairs.

The demon squad wasn’t large—just over twenty winged fiends, a power demon, four berserk demons, making for an assault by both air and land. Coupled with more than eighty ogres, their numbers were far from insignificant.

The old man, hearing the Demon King’s shout, was so terrified that two and a half of his souls had already fled. He jolted awake, trembling, and stammered, “Y-yes, the Tower Master sent us to protect Envoy Feng.”