Volume One, Chapter 57: I Never Intended to Leave Ninth Brother

Yan Qiuning was startled, unable to comprehend why Brother Jiu reacted so strongly, as if he disliked her using the breast pump. Yet previously, he had insisted she use this device, and only after her pleading had he agreed to help her personally.

She opened her temporary friends list and sent a request to Sweetie, who seemed to be waiting as well. The moment she sent it, the request was immediately accepted.

Wang Xiancong’s heart sank as that immensely powerful “Fortune at the Forefront” move was unexpectedly resolved by Xing Chu’s peculiar technique. It seemed there was no choice but to burn his bridges.

As the energy within the stone stele ebbed away, cracks appeared on its surface, accompanied by faint, brittle noises. At last, with a crisp snap, it shattered into fragments that scattered across the ground.

The stele, over three meters long, lay flat on the earth, covered in a layer of greenish mud and emanating a unique, misty aura.

Once the location of the teleportation array was confirmed, I led the way into the demon lair. The world went dark before our eyes, and in the next instant, we found ourselves once again in that hellish place tormented by the Eight-Headed Serpent.

Someone was examining the wounds of the deceased, then reported to a man who appeared to be in charge. Liu Shuang secretly glanced at the photo Wu Jun had sent—it was not Sun Yi.

On another front, although the slots in his dark domain continued to increase, under compression, the slots already compacted within could not form usable programs, or rather, he had yet to discover a way to utilize compressed programs without decompression.

Finally, it was over. Before Liu Ling or Feng Saki could react, I slipped into the room as if greased lightning, all thoughts of provocation evaporating in an instant, leaving the two speechless.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Tian glanced at Zhu Lin, who lay weak and unconscious beside him, then turned the steering wheel and drove toward the nearest hospital.

At this moment, the old man lay pinned beneath the beast, feeling the power ebbing from his body. Slowly, he closed his eyes, awaiting the final blow.

In recent years, Yun Yun and Yun Meng had clearly grown distant due to time. In Yun Yun’s heart, Yun Meng was nothing but work, and over time, the only image she had of her mother was one devoted solely to her career. She, too, gradually formed her own circle of friends—a circle in which her mother had no place.

We hugged the Portuguese coast, heading due north. All afternoon and through the evening, the sea was rough and the temperature continued to drop. Many succumbed to seasickness, and no one remained on deck. The air was heavy with moisture and a pungent, salty tang.

Cang Yu, though arrogant, truly possessed some skill. While there were magical beasts who could rival him, none had surpassed him—until the rise of Feng Feifei, which made him feel threatened for the first time.

“Here we go again,” Ife exhaled deeply. Whenever he left his post, chaos inevitably followed. The reason? Well, one could say it was the result of the city administrators’ brutal enforcement.

Dark energy billowed relentlessly from the Demon Emperor Xiaotian. Suddenly, an enormous phantom appeared behind him, and as it manifested, the mists of Heaven’s Edge around them were instantly dispersed.

If a maiden’s purity were lost, the vital Yin essence within her would be absorbed by her partner, never to regenerate.

“Heh, now that they’re here, my clan certainly has no reason to let them leave unscathed.” The Count sniffed his fingers, as though savoring an invisible fragrance.

It was only then that Mary understood her father’s reasoning. She had already witnessed how formidable Qin Shaotian’s mother was. Since she herself could not be healed, forcing herself into such a marriage would bring no happiness—in that case, perhaps it was better not to marry at all.