Volume 1, Chapter 27: Master Fu, Please Don't Do This

Shen Qingzhu is as shameless as ever, belittling her own daughter just to elevate Beibei. And to think, Ms. Shana has actually become Beibei’s piano teacher?

Shuya felt a lump of frustration rising in her chest.

In the afternoon, Meng Jun and Jin Qing arrived at Zhujia Village, intending to exhume Gu Yuzhen’s remains, transfer them into a better casket, and bring them back to the capital for burial. After all, the capital was her true home; being buried in Zhujia Village meant she had died in a foreign land, unable to return to her roots.

This expression was one that simply shouldn't have been on their face—at least, not when they were looking at her! What on earth was going on?

"Keep being stubborn if you want, but what did you two do last night?" Mother Lin continued to nag, feeling indignant.

"There’s no time for that. It’s highly likely that those currently attacking are just the vanguard. Once their main force arrives and surrounds the mountain, we won’t be able to get out. Don’t think for a second that your playing cards can pierce an armored vehicle!" Dark Dragon said coldly.

Come to think of it, his understanding of the Nether Ghost Fire was no less than Li Tian’s, so he was naturally aware of its power. It was only because he had been so anxious to deal with Li Tian and his companion that he hadn’t considered the situation thoroughly enough.

This street was, in fact, the main road directly in front of the Prince Xiaoyao’s manor. It had only become a bustling marketplace thanks to the prestige of the manor.

Despite being scolded by Qiao Shi, Qiao Zheng remained unperturbed and gentle. "Second Uncle, you are overthinking things. Until the very end, who can be certain of the outcome? As physicians, we should simply focus on providing treatment."

To love her is to wish for her happiness, is it not? Love is about sacrifice, giving, and blessings, isn’t it?

Without a pilot to channel magic power to maintain the engine, it would cease to function! Could it be? Did that warrior who managed to escape still fail to survive the radiation levels that far exceeded what a normal person could endure, just as General Hooks had said?

He was the head disciple of the inner sect of the Yunfu Sect and could be considered the leader of the new generation of disciples, commanding immense prestige among the newcomers. Previously, when many in the Yunfu Sect were unable to suppress their anger and impulsively wanted to charge out, it was his words that persuaded them to hold back.

Actually, in many ways, rather than saying it was a stroke of luck for Huihui to have met me, it would be more accurate to say that it was my luck to have met her.

With my eyes red and swollen, I grabbed Qijin’s hand, swinging it back and forth as we walked. As I continued to swing it, Qijin gripped my hand firmly.

For Lin Feng, who had just reignited the argument, this voice was unexpectedly cold, because Brian had spoken in a state of extreme composure.

Liu Xing'er took advantage of the moment to snatch the plate of dried vegetables from Su Huagu's hands, speaking to the man in a fawning tone.

He made up his mind: even without a talent for Holy Light, there was nothing wrong with staying in the Feather God Kingdom based on his own abilities. Besides, with the Regent An Ming looking out for him, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

After all, today was the perfect day to take care of Zhang Jun, so Xu Lin was naturally going to dress formally and decently.

The reporters assumed that President Ling and Yan Hui were lovers, never once suspecting that they were already married.

Fixing her gaze on the breakfast and the blood vial on the table, Emily-Sa knew they had been prepared by Lin Feng, and she began to enjoy them without standing on ceremony.

They were all individuals who had submitted to the rule of the Sovereign of the Other Shore, worshiping strength and having had their minds clouded.

However, perhaps due to the force of his full-swing strike, Tian Mulin lost his balance slightly, and the Hellhound had not been killed.

Looking out at the vibrant world, the child felt both curious and terrified. He did not know if he was some kind of freakish anomaly to this magical world, much like his own awkward, broken Mandarin.