Volume One, Chapter 50: She Has No Intention of Being Fattened Up

Just now, there really was a moment when she felt excitement—she wished, more than anyone, that she were carrying Ninth Brother’s child. Yet, fatefully, the last person who saw him today was me. Although Lin Jia’s father ended his own life and I bore no legal responsibility, when Lin Jia wanted to go in, I stopped her.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but the sensation of floating among the clouds gradually faded. My feet seemed to touch solid ground at last, and the darkness before my eyes finally gave way to light.

On the table before the two of them, there was a cup of tea for each, the faint fragrance curling up from wisps of steam, filling the air. Wang Tian furrowed his brow; he hadn’t come tonight to pursue women, but to find Zhao Liurou. If she didn’t come, he would have made the trip in vain.

The Huo clan lived scattered across the land, but the Huo Mansion atop Carefree Peak was the residence of the clan’s direct descendants.

“Japanese, it’s time you paid your respects to the King of Hell. Stop stirring up trouble in Shenzhou.” Anzi’s gaze appeared radiant but was, in truth, cold as winter, and his voice chilled as if it came from the depths of the underworld.

More than a thousand years ago, upon his ascension, he’d heard his master Zhou Chengyun speak of Ming Yiyuan, the inheritor of the Starbreaker line within the Palace of Hatred—a fervent suitor of the Mystic Phoenix Immortal. In fact, at that tournament that devolved into farce…

He had worried that Monk Lu Zhu might give him a false internal energy map to harm him. But now, upon hearing this, he was overjoyed.

Through a layer of gauze, Mo Mo no longer felt the warmth of his palm so clearly as before, but the gauze pricked at her heart.

Wen Ran gazed at Gu Kai. He had taken off his white coat, shedding the sanctified elegance of his work persona, and the aura he exuded now was rebellious, impossible to hide. She suddenly realized that Gu Kai truly was a kind of urbane rascal.

All this time, his opponents were either Yuan Dan masters far superior to him in strength, or his peers whom he could easily defeat.

“Loser, are you dreaming? Did you call your friend so you could put on a double act for us?” The mother of one of the male students laughed heartily.

To say that Nan Fang was the type who would not utter a word unless you disturbed her food, sleep, or crossed her boundaries was no exaggeration. Chi You steering the conversation toward Nan Fang was bound to result in awkward silences.

“Hoo… hoo…” Ye Xuan took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His gaze grew deeper, and staring into them, it felt as though one might fall in.

The remaining flying sprites in the caravan rose into the sky; they too had followed Yishitab for years, honing themselves in the great desert.

On a platform in the stadium, the president of Jinghai University, board members, deans, and leaders all shook their heads in dismay.

Just a moment ago, the Eight-Eyed Divine Dragon had slain the Shadow Emperor, yet in the next instant, it was the Shadow Emperor who inflicted grave injuries upon the Eight-Eyed Divine Dragon.

“With His Majesty’s grand ambitions, I believe it won’t be long before we meet again!” Wang Zai Jin said with a smile.

Xian Cun also withdrew. He understood well the drawbacks of the Witchblood Space devouring other spaces; once the absorption was completed, he would no longer be able to enter. If he remained in the Haishi Space too long, he would be ejected and immediately exposed to the powerful sea clans.

He had trained at Sakura Ridge for ten years, and was regarded as its most gifted student in decades.

Meanwhile, Mo Fei was already showering in Lu Junkai’s room, and Lu Mianmian was keeping her company.

Xi Jinsheng laughed as he ate, his mind replaying images of a drunken Rong Peishan, adorably muddled.

Previously, if Qiao Jiahan had heard her say this, she would never have believed it. But now, having seen it with her own eyes, she had to admit—it was more outrageous than poison.

Her greatest wish was not to hurt the brotherly bond; after all, they had grown up together and shared a foundation of affection.

Such kindness and virtue, no wonder he was adored by the people, while the bureaucrats and courtiers kept a distance from the Crown Prince, even subtly rejecting him.

“You really are lucky.” Xie Feifan shook his head; Ning Ke did lack a bit of common sense.

Wan Feng felt awkward around He Yanxia now, but some things needed to be said—better to explain than to hide.

This film had already been sent to the Radio, Film, and Television Bureau a week ago for approval, and was expected to premiere in the mainland in mid-May.

“Before you hear when I fell for you, shouldn’t you tell me when you fell for me?” A sly light flashed in Yun Chen’s eyes.

“Hehe! Red Mecha, I’ve finally found you!” But Goya was even more excited, her face radiant with joy, with not a trace of fear.

Now, Mo Yaya possessed the Three-Nine Spiritual Root, which gave her the potential to become a core disciple, but she also bore the rare Heavenly Theft Sacred Physique.

Shi Nian’s ability to become a teacher at Canghui Academy stemmed from a terrifying martial soul—the Remnant Dream—which could inflict dreadful nightmares. Even Title Douluo, if their hearts were weak or lacked a way to break it, might perish under the torment.

The black light claws sliced unhindered from the soldier’s left shoulder to his right thigh, easily piercing the thick bulletproof vest, leaving him stunned in place.

Even as a dried corpse, the features remained delicate and attractive, hinting at how beautiful they must have been in life.

At this thought, he looked up at Gu Yi. Could it be that Gu Yi approached him because he suspected clues to a priceless treasure? He was about to voice his question, but then recalled the ghost spirit—why had it remained hidden at Xu Mansion?

Sure enough, his gaze shifted ever so slightly to Guo Mingquan, whose face now wore a faint smile.

Xu Xin’s fortune was built from scratch, starting with his mother’s dowry as capital, slowly becoming one of the most renowned merchants in Tianhe City.

The Soul Prison lived up to its name, with true undertones of reincarnation. After being brought to a prison and injected with a purple serum, Yi Chen awoke as a four-tusked beast, hunted by ten others of its kind.