Volume 1 Chapter 36 Save My Child

"What would I do without you, Xiao'er?" Huangfu Sheng asked with profound sincerity. Mu Lixiao looked into his eyes, feeling a depth of affection that made her fear lingering too long, lest she lose herself in it.

Moreover, since Beitang Yanqing had not come in person, but had merely sent his son, Beitang Hongcai, it would have been a loss of stature for the Demon Emperor to negotiate directly with him. It stood to reason that the Demon Emperor should have also dispatched his own son to handle the discussions.

The God of Filth dared not be certain whether he could be resurrected after being wounded or killed; this was a risk he could never take. Consider this: in reality, would you dare to attempt death? No one would, and once dead, it is utterly impossible to return to life.

"Just like what you did to Xichun?" Zhan Ying asked. He still remembered her painful cries back then, though she had indeed forgotten all that suffering afterward and was living happily with Mu Shuo.

Meanwhile, Huang Bu and his men continued to charge forward tirelessly, foolishly believing that the opposing force of one hundred thousand would be intimidated by the loss of their own twenty thousand.

"Except for Fang Xiaotong, the other three wore expressions of absolute shock. It was clear they had been unaware of this, including Chu Feng himself." A subtle curve touched the corner of Song Lingfeng's mouth, as if everything were within his grasp.

As flashes of spiritual light flickered, the already numerous members of the Xinyu Pavilion were suddenly joined by dozens more, bringing their total to fifty or sixty. They filled the mountain forest, a dark mass that subtly threatened to encircle Zi Ling and her party of seven.

It seemed that although Han Yueqiao was obedient enough in front of Han Zhenqi, she remained cold and indifferent toward Beitang Yexuan the moment the elder left. This caused Beitang Yexuan no small amount of distress.

The shop assistants in the large store were accustomed to judging people by their appearance. Seeing him dressed plainly—looking neither like a business owner nor an official, and driving an old Jetta that made him look more like a taxi driver—they treated him with cold disdain.

It turned out that Wen Qiong had already found Yan Bei, who had brought along a fellow practitioner with whom he was on good terms. They had happened upon the scene and successfully subdued the demonic cultivator.

Gu Hanhao’s four subordinates had already set out in two separate groups, and Gu Hanhao himself began to pack his belongings and put on his coat, preparing to depart.

"Retreat?" When Bi Hai Cangqiong received this news, he was utterly bewildered. Ye Canggong, what was he planning to do?

Yet, by the same token, if a person lacked even such ambition, what could he possibly achieve even if he were to be placed in that position?

The two drifted through the air on their swords, gazing down at the boundless birch forest below. It resembled a gray ocean, silently slumbering under the brilliant sunlight. Each birch tree stood like a solemn soldier, proud and imposing between heaven and earth.

While they spoke, Zheng Bo had already pulled up the corporate registration files for over a dozen companies, and the next step was to retrieve the records of their wives.

At this point, one could only treat a dead horse as if it were still alive; it was the only option he had left.

Ye Fei watched the expression on the Radiant God King’s face and felt puzzled. His sister was indeed quite beautiful, but as the leader of a major guild, did he really have to look like that? However, the Radiant God King’s next words nearly made Ye Fei collapse to the ground.

After Qiao Mingjin sent someone to the neighboring village to investigate the situation, she took back her wooden stakes. However, she decided she would no longer accept any stakes that had been in use for less than a year.

Ye Mingyan gripped her shoulders tightly, as if to crush her, yet her sobbing remained so moving and delicate that it stirred the heart.

"Comrade Chen Beiming, welcome back. You have worked hard. On behalf of the people of the Xia Kingdom, I extend a warm welcome for your return and thank you for everything you have done for our people." The Minister and the Bureau Chief shook Chen Beiming’s hand warmly.

"What?" Qi Wan was overjoyed, and Qi Yichen was equally thrilled; they immediately ran into the room.

His green robes appeared somewhat bewitching in the moonlight, and for a fleeting moment, his face possessed a beauty that seemed to make all things in existence lose their luster.

Furthermore, what was more critical was that even though Wang Dan’s energy was so formidable that it had once held an overwhelming advantage, she had still chosen not to use composite energy.

"Nothing, I’m just watching to see how you idiots plan to perform." Xiao Xiao rested his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, squinting at the men. Luo Si had long since backed away; after all, aside from the time Luo Jin had won, he had lost every other encounter he’d had with Xiao Xiao.

If it were truly a black hole, no matter how strong the vision enhancement of the God-level Detection skill was, it would still require light to function.

This was not blind confidence; for a long time, Chen Xuanji had never heard of any mental cultivation technique that was more comprehensive or powerful than the one he possessed.

The visitor from out of town was sleeping soundly on Prince Liutian’s bed. The Prince was not in the room, and a servant carrying a washbasin entered without knocking, knowing the Prince was away. The servant froze the moment he pushed the door open, stunned to find someone lying on the Prince's bed.

"Hmph!" The head of the Ximen family let out a cold snort, glared at his brother-in-law, and continued to watch, acting as if he had lost face for Long Tianyu by defeating Motian.

"My son is home." Mother Shao walked over with a smile, taking Shao Fan's hand. "Mom, you’ve gotten darker," Shao Fan remarked with his usual sharp tongue, noting how sun-kissed she was. "Have I, son?" Mother Shao pinched his hand. "We’re still fair!" Father Shao stepped forward and slapped Shao Fan on the back.