Volume 1, Chapter 31: The Child May Be Weak and Unhealthy

Meng Yuan was worried about Qianqian, wondering if she was alone or accompanied by a policewoman.

For some reason, a policeman brought her breakfast—just simple soy milk and steamed buns. She took the opportunity to ask about Qianqian and felt relieved to learn that she was with the same policewoman from the night before. After a quick breakfast, the policeman informed her that she was free to leave, which left Meng Yuan stunned.

Was that it? Did they not need to verify her identity further?

She immediately went to find Qianqian and discovered her sleeping soundly in the policewoman’s arms. As the officer handed Qianqian over, she offered many compliments, noting especially how well-behaved and sensible the child was. From the policeman, she learned that the agency had already processed the theft case...

"Die, you ants!" The Dark God King brandished the Spear of Darkness, conjuring countless phantoms that surged toward Wang Biao and his group. Lucifer, hailed as the strongest beneath the God King, was undoubtedly the primary target; the majority of the dark phantoms were directed at him.

"You actually practice alchemy for poison?" Hu Qiyan asked, astonished. To think that someone so elegant and refined, possessing a crystalline purity like fine jade that made one forget all worldly concerns, was a poison master—and the greatest one in the world at that.

For one thing, they did not have many spirit stones on hand; for another, neither of them had the inclination for it.

Qiuxiang felt like vomiting. She covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound. She deeply regretted coming to the Illusion Sea tonight. Why did she have to witness such terrifying things? Right, this must be a dream. Yes, it was all a dream... Perhaps she would wake up tomorrow to find that it was all an illusion.

He watched as Gu Xiaobei walked past him, accompanied by Sister Hong and Chen Jiaqiang. Inhaling the unique fragrance that belonged to her, he couldn't help but take a deep, involuntary breath.

Gaining popularity through Li Yuqi’s influence was easy, but some things, when too easy, could prove counterproductive.

Three months into her pregnancy, Gu Xiaobei’s initial morning sickness had passed, and her appetite had returned, but her mood remained poor; after eating a single bowl of rice, she stopped.

Of course, Liang Dong did not deny the role of luck. Without good fortune, he would not have encountered so many opportunities. In general, opportunities had come knocking, and he had been able to focus on them; thus, the improvement of his strength was inevitable, a fact that no amount of envy from others could change.

Xiao Ru, who had been unconscious, let out a piercing scream that seemed to reach the heavens before fainting again. Her wrists bore deep gashes, blood flowing incessantly, her tendons severed.

The earthy-yellow light enveloping the Lord of Radiance, Denight, continued to suppress the white glow, preventing it from detonating while slowly draining its energy.

Since he had already arrived, there was no rush to act immediately. He would take it slow; one could not be hasty, for there was no telling what might happen if one acted in a rush.

That was the Twelfth Divine Demon Hall, occupied by a powerful figure at the First Heaven of the Dao Ancestor Realm. The battle was shocking; even Han Lang’s eyes betrayed his astonishment.

"I came looking for my maid. Have you young ladies seen her?" The more Aunt Zhou thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, and her smile turned bitter.

Some osmanthus flowers detached from their branches, caught in the wind. They brushed past Xie Gang’s ear, and a faint, stinging pain followed. Leng Xiang’er’s loose black hair blocked the blow, though a few strands were severed and fluttered to the ground. As Xie Gang drew his long sword, a scream erupted from the depths of Leng Xiang’er’s heart.

Quite satisfied, he recalled Erha, gave its wolf head an affectionate pat, and then let it go to play freely once more.

Perhaps sensing the power of Pangu within Cong Yi’s surging aura, the sky above Earth began to resonate with him.

They were teaching Su Hang how to play cards, always worrying she would get tired and insisting she rest. But was she really that frail?

Tang Jianxin could not stand to see someone she knew being bullied by someone she didn't. She fired a burst of "Smoke and Rain Heartbreak Silk" from her pair of "bumping balls." Since its inception, this weapon had never met its match, save for the time it was blocked by Cheng Yitian. Yet, today, Tang Jianxin finally witnessed the nemesis of the Tang Sect’s hidden weapons.

"That man—I’m afraid he’s Jinglei’s boyfriend," Jinglei’s father said, clearly dissatisfied with Cong Yi.

It was true that he enjoyed his current life, but that did not mean he wanted to remain so mediocre forever. He wanted to provide the best for his children and demonstrate his own worth.

"Hello, Ryan. We are humans, and we do not like war. I hope we can speak openly and face-to-face. Leader Ryan, you surely do not wish to see your people harmed, do you? In truth, our original intentions are the same," Lu Xuan said.

"Who do you think will survive between me and your master, and who will die?" Fang Cheng chuckled, looking down at Van Helsing, who was running aimlessly below.

How I wished Yun Qingyue had not fallen into such a deep slumber at this moment; if she hadn't, I could have easily helped her purge the Yin energy from her body.

Dominance. That was the feeling Rongrong gave me now—boundless dominance. Her presence was unexpectedly overwhelming.

"Tell you what, since you find it hard to do, I’ll help you. I’ll kill your son!" Fang Cheng said as he stood up, snatched a battle blade from behind one of the guardians, and began walking toward Zheng Hao’s wife and child.

The guards fell silent. Since Khatun chose to stay and wait for the Great Khan’s return, they had no reason to flee the Khanate court, so they remained as well.

The earth’s energy surged. The Blood Buddha Puppet stood in the center of the field, its muscles clearly visible beneath shifting, flowing blood. It radiated endless malevolence, its hollow eye sockets staring blankly ahead, its two rows of clenched teeth naturally conveying both hatred and a mocking smile.

Cecil frowned. "What is the meaning of this? You’re putting her song after mine? Doesn't that make her the finale? Weren't we promised that among the invited stars, I would have the highest popularity?"

"Master! The disciple has reached his limit!" After exhausting all his spirit weapons, Fang Cheng had no further means to suppress the cyclone and was forced to shout a warning to the Evil Monarch.