Chapter 62

The foreign doctor made an exaggerated expression, and everyone's faces instantly bloomed with smiles as they let out heavy sighs of relief. Jingyuan even laughed to the point where tears welled up in his eyes, which he forcibly blinked back.

"It's just..." Ruan Jingyuan mustered the courage to say, "It's just that the young mistress's child... is gone. It was a fully formed male infant." With that, he lowered his head, not daring to meet Situ Xiao's gaze.

Ancient people often said that a single coin could stump a hero. He didn't lack that single coin, but he found himself stumped by an entirely different problem.

"It's the Mages' Guild." The guard, having previously noticed that Lina showed signs of wanting to make a move, had already prepared for battle. He hadn't expected Li Yan to speak up at that moment, but out of professional necessity, he still answered Li Yan's question.

"What? Did that scoundrel go make trouble at the Jiang family again?" Chu Tao unhurriedly teased, not even bothering to turn his head—his gaze remained fixed on Wang Hong, who was heading into the dim depths of the alley.

They had all heard rumors that Zhao Fei's personal bodyguard, known as the Shadow Assassin, had been planted by her in the Sinful Arena. He would be competing in the next match.

The pavilion on Siyu Lake was quite large, and the princes casually found seats of their own. Some admired the lotus flowers while others chatted and laughed, instantly filling the pavilion with joyful merriment and an intensely harmonious atmosphere.

A muffled, angry roar came from beneath Linghu's feet. Linghu was startled, nearly tumbling off the cliff. With both hands, he locked his fingers desperately into a protruding rock, steadying himself slightly. Then, he climbed downward along the rugged mountain stones.

In truth, what Zhou Yafu said was not false at all. Who exactly was Song Zhiyue? Although Zhou Yafu did not know the details, judging solely by the fact that this man had dominated the northwest alone for over a decade, it was clear that while he had not been born in a turbulent era to become an overlord of an era, in this prosperous world, serving as a regional warlord and villain of power was well within his grasp.

The impact forced the two apart. Lu Buping could no longer check his momentum, and his sleeve sword carved a wound deep to the bone across the man's neck.

"Is there really a pugilistic world? What is the pugilistic world? And what is the inner pugilistic world?" Li Ya asked incessantly, like a curious child.

It was the dream of many motorcycle enthusiasts, yet they were deterred by the price tag of three hundred thousand dollars.

She had long been accustomed to acting lawlessly, with people always cleaning up her messes, but what if one day, no one was there to clean up after her?

If she obediently continued to muddle through, she might still, for the sake of their past as colleagues, lend her a helping hand.

"What was his name again? Gu Cheng? That seems to be the name." Lin Wan tried hard to recall what that person had said during his self-introduction.

Madam Rong had not seen wrongly; she had indeed seen Qi Mao take Rong Ning away.

Bu Yang remained silent, and Bu Juhua, having lost her backing, dared not act presumptuously and could only watch helplessly as Lu Qing walked out of the room.

The old lady glanced at Rong Ning's visibly pregnant belly, then looked at Rong Ning's expression with a full smile.

"I will go back with you to help first, but afterwards I must continue searching for my family, so I'm afraid I cannot garrison the outpost," Lu Buping politely declined.

Taken as a whole, it was a strong first-tier status that required time to settle before naturally stepping into the top-tier ranks.

Song Qingming strolled through the marketplace for a long time, spotting many spiritual items he had never seen before. While these things could not be considered particularly precious here, they were extremely rare in the northern region of the Wei State.

It seemed that the people of this empire were impossible to communicate with. Aside from investigating the previous meter, Leon also decided to find out where this emperor had actually popped up from.

However, their current emperor was different from the late emperor; he neither indulged in wine and lust, nor was he foolish and tyrannical. Presumably, by the time the eldest prince reached adulthood, this monarch's health would not suddenly collapse.

After a long period of accumulation, the favorability of the two children of destiny toward Lu Xuan had reached a very dangerous level.

The only sound in the hospital room was the turning of her pages, extremely quiet. Li Xian stared at her, lost in thought, and lacked the heart to break the serene mood.

Following Mu Xin's words, the tent curtain was gently lifted, and Su Chenyin walked in lightly.

According to the normal cultivation progress of a standard Golden Core cultivator, Song Qingming's cultivation speed was actually not slow; even among the dozen or so Golden Core elders of the Xiaoyao Sect, he could rank in the middle tier.

If Su Chenyin's guess was correct, this terrifying thing was closely related to that faint sound.

The residual map in his possession, the items in Liu Tianlong's storage pouch, and the Yuxuan Scripture he had obtained inexplicably were all things he dared not let anyone else know about.

The reason for this was that the common people of the fiefdom did not know what Prince Qin was truly thinking—was he framed, or was he genuinely preparing to make a bid for the imperial throne of the empire?

At night, the entire Shen Family Village fell into slumber. The patrolling team members conducted rounds in groups, and the recent training had kept every single one of them sharp and spirited.

"I will pack my things myself, none of you are allowed to touch my belongings!" Lady Linghou thought to herself, then turned around to scold the servants who were packing for her.

If the previous remarks from members of the Duanmu clan lacked any majesty at all, then with Duanmu Shenluo speaking now, there was a lot more confidence, and the members of the Duanmu family also puffed out their chests, seeming to have recovered their spirit and vigor.

It had to be said that a millennium of psychological advantage in warfare against the human race had deeply penetrated the marrow of the demon race and numbed their nerves; from their very bones, they had never taken the human race seriously.

Lily never imagined that Hidenori would willingly ask a supreme god for help purely for her sake.

"You haven't been thinking about it? If you weren't, why were you pressed so intimately against her?" Baimuxue's face flushed even redder with annoyance.

If it were any other man, seeing Baimuxue's pitiful, unsatisfied expression, he would undoubtedly have run down the mountain without a second thought to buy her delicious food and drink, but Lin Feng remained somewhat indifferent.

Yet this courtesan, who had been full of alluring charm just moments before, now appeared quite disheveled with messy hair and garments out of order, looking thoroughly wretched.

After delivering the message, Li Dalong immediately destroyed the communication token, knowing that those heavenly monarchs and Supremes would definitely come, for such people were utterly arrogant.

"Brother, it's Cao Cao! I wonder if he will personally go into battle this time?" Xiangxiang's eyes were filled with excitement.

To actually be quarreling here—I truly have no idea what these people are thinking. Aren't they afraid of bringing disgrace upon their families?

This precisely echoed the saying: "You do not know to cherish what you have when you possess it, only realizing its preciousness when you are about to lose it."