47 My Child

Li Zhisheng smiled faintly, lifting a sphere emanating waves of dark energy in his hand before suddenly turning and hurling it into the cave.

Seeing this, I quickly changed direction, lowered my body using the momentum of my impending fall, then poured all my strength into my left foot and leapt forward with a fierce surge.

Chen felt her eyelids twitch uncontrollably, blood rushing wildly through her veins, an unbearable sensation as if her skin would burst open.

Moreover, the chief general of the Imperial Guards, Taylor, not only held a high rank but also maintained a deeply intertwined relationship with the Emperor himself.

That simply wouldn’t do. If He Jiahui fled and Gu Qingrang returned, wouldn’t he be exposed to all the fire and fury?

She sensed the vitality of life—it was her child, the child of herself and the master. In time, he would move as well.

“But talent isn’t something you can learn; it’s not like installing a software plugin for immediate seamless integration.”

Yet she knew Gong Ruini and the others truly didn’t care about these matters, so she dared not bring it up proactively.

“When we interviewed him, I thought he had some ideas and could talk well. Didn’t you suggest hiring someone who could charm the clients?” Bai Zezhi remarked.

Shouxian hesitated deeply, silent for a moment. Xuan Gui said, “If you don’t agree, I won’t force you. I’m leaving.” She then turned to walk away. Shouxian hurriedly said, “Alright, alright. I agree, I agree,” his tone heavy with reluctant acceptance.

“Fine, but remember, you owe me one! Come with me,” Ye Wan’er said, leading Lü Feng toward the back.

Because the entire army of Gao Yao Kingdom was wiped out and all important transportation destroyed, news spread slowly here. It was only three days later that the outside world learned of the total annihilation of Gao Yao forces in Tianjing.

When I checked in, nearly five months pregnant, the grounded feeling was so profound it brought tears to my eyes.

Meizhou’s propaganda apparatus suddenly made an unprecedented urgent appearance amid the intense anxiety of the local officials.

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“We can’t all go, can we? If several sects go together, won’t that be excessive?” Lü Feng raised another doubt. Judging by the disciples’ posture, they all seemed ready to go, but how could so many be accommodated?

Without modern electric egg beaters or even manual ones, only Zhao Yuan’s bamboo-made egg beater was available. Whipping egg whites took real effort.

The two who boarded the carriage seized a girl who seemed about seventeen or eighteen, quite lively-looking. She scratched fiercely but couldn’t break free from their clamp-like grips.

That divine power mark detached directly from Qin Yu’s palm and attached itself to the divine power barrier outside the stone hall.

Ye Xing gradually discerned the Earth Dragon’s intentions but did not give up. Yet his speed slowed more and more, almost like walking.

She wanted to explain that she never meant to harm her. Lin Yuan’s love for Tuoba Hong was undeniable in her heart. As for Wen Zhuang’s talk of eloping with the Mongol king using Hua Dian as a token, she simply could not understand.

When the golden light marking in the first region gathered and revealed itself, the second region lit up in tandem. It quickly condensed into a symbol like the first, but instead of an upward arrow, it was a sword-like mark: Skill.

“I’ve told you so many times, don’t bring so many gifts every time you come. No need to be so formal,” Deng Yuying shook her head.

As Zhu Hejian’s voice fell, a young eunuch pushed open the door, stood respectfully before Zhu Hejian, expression courteous but eyes cold.

Yan Lan’s words were no boast but reflected his genuine inner realizations, which he firmly believed, thus stirring the surrounding tempestuous aura.

“Brother Qin—” finally seeing Qin Yu, who sat motionless with eyes shut, as if unconscious from torture, Murong Ying leaned on the iron bars of the prison and shouted loudly inside.

The next morning, the entire knight squad had arrived in Los Angeles. Although James had drunk long and late with Xie Chen and others, he still rose early to train. After waiting a whole season for the finals, how could he afford to slack off now?

Wu Xinyan, barely over forty, was considered young and vigorous among the inner court’s upper echelons, always praised for his cautious and low-profile demeanor.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Park Jihoon did not evade the question. He pursed his lips and asked softly.

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Sun Yun unleashed his purple internal energy without hesitation. A fierce gust burst from his body, shaking everything around. Even the corpses of the Mongol soldiers he had slain were flung several yards away, and the ground beneath him cracked under the force.

For a moment, Li Lao, unable to keep pace with the other’s imaginative leap, twitched and regarded Qian Jun’s head meaningfully.

That fly-cat had recently absorbed much spiritual energy; just from the volcano crater alone, enough to boost its cultivation by several centuries. Its fur now blazed like fire.

“But I worry smuggling tobacco won’t be easy into Guhuai City,” Feng Tiandong voiced his concern.

Yet reality was often cruel; just when you harbor hope, it slaps you hard to teach you a lasting lesson.

The puppet gu remained inside Chunxi’s body, ready to erupt at any moment. Yet she strode away without hesitation, utterly ignoring Li Xiuyan’s ashen face.

Lei Gang made a call to Kuang Shixun, who immediately arrived with Cheng Lin to provide support.

“Teacher Yu, since you don’t like him and it’s one-sided, then can I pursue you? I don’t mind you have a child—I just like you,” Zhou Zhou suddenly confessed.

At this moment, Yu Youyou could bear it no longer. Misfortune came unbidden—this was just too unlucky, encountering such a bizarre family.

Hence, Hua Rong and the ships within the team immediately saw eye to eye. They all hoped the outer fleet would behave and thought they should be more disciplined.