Volume 1, Chapter 120: The Ungrateful Brother

Ning Yusheng’s fire was intense, but Fu Ming’s ability to talk back was even more formidable.

Yu Shushu’s face flushed red, and she remained silent. She cast an expectant gaze toward Shen Xingchen, hoping he would help her strike back. Even a word or two from him would suffice…

Although martial culture is prevalent in Dongqian, it has not reached the point where one can simply grab a common soldier from any army and find a Post-Natal realm martial artist; it isn’t that terrifying, after all, as practicing the martial path requires innate talent.

She based her work on real artists; it is a comic, and it is original. She meant no malice, merely intending it as a joke.

Hua Tian frowned slightly; he had already provided the Black Demon King with sufficiently generous rewards, yet the other party remained so unappreciative.

Xiao Jiaze is no ordinary person; he has traveled far and wide to many high-end places. Every piece of decoration here is filled with artistic flair, making the entire flower shop look exceptionally elegant and beautiful.

I said nothing more. Although I had little appetite, I forced myself to eat a little for the sake of the child in my womb, then walked toward the front hall accompanied by Huayi.

They possessed the same charm as old Principal Wang, being the kind of people who hold a great appeal for children.

Zhang Mengmeng was carrying something like a thermos and was talking to Yun Yue.

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The rumors slandering Chu Han gradually died down. Chu Han knew that these people were just idle and couldn't bear to see him doing well, which was why they acted that way.

Wang Qi was somewhat surprised that the front line had stalled here instead of pushing toward Huguang, as they had clearly failed to organize any decent military resistance when they entered from the east earlier.

"How do you intend to complete the framework for these five formulas?" Qi Feiyu stared at the console in front of him, his eyes filled with cold light.

In fact, Chu Chen had already examined the patient's condition earlier. The patient's breathing was extremely weak, and if no measures were taken, their life would be in danger before long.

However, Kuang Pu’s luck was much worse, not even comparable to that of Li Quanyue before the competition at the Fierce Tiger Platform.

The utility room was covered in dust, with all sorts of things piled up like a mountain. Zhao Tianming searched for anything useful as he spoke.

Yan Guihua said that since they were family, there was no need to stand on ceremony, and he should not hesitate to speak up if he needed anything.

Except for those who had gone to deliver sand, everyone else surrounded Yan Xin.

"Oh, give it a rest! A hopeless case like that couldn't possibly be under any academic pressure!" Yan Qin sighed.

Chen Bufan walked forward curiously. Finding nothing, he moved a few yards further, only to collide directly with an invisible barrier.

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Regardless of whether he could cure Han Yang, or whether Han Yang lived or died, he had to shirk responsibility as much as possible right now.

But looking at Yan Xin’s roguish smile, she felt it was much more pleasing than Zhang Ze’s sycophantic expression.

Following the scent, I discovered that the scraps of paper pasted on the cliff walls also carried this smell.

"Hey, why aren't you taking off your clothes?" Dou Wei complained about Ling Xu’er’s dawdling while shedding her own thick coat.

Moreover, because of Ji Meina’s insults, his next mission assignment would be even more humiliating.

Qingniao let out a coquettish cry, her eyes widening in disbelief. She shivered as if struck by electricity, and two blushes of red bloomed on her cheeks.

Xiao Yao remembered; that was the look he gave when he saw a fool—a look one gives to an idiot.

Jiang Chang’an’s eyes turned cold. He had been so focused on the treasure, and had taken it for granted that the Shangqing Hall was inaccessible to ordinary people, that he had neglected the possibility of Changsun He returning.