Father

Chen Zhi naturally understood that this was the result of Zhang Fang and his group’s achievements in Pingzhou, and besides that, the reason he could gain most of the fortune was also because Deng Fei, nominally the governor of Pingzhou, had no intention of making things difficult for him.

As a mother, I am useless—I can’t give her a good life, nor a happy childhood, let alone a future.

Yet, even so, I still managed. The girl’s complexion was greenish, her lips cracked and peeling, her eye sockets deeply sunken, and the stubble on her chin rising and falling with every breath. I’d seen this state before, when National Geographic interviewed African refugees—malnutrition was the mildest of their problems; at its worst, it meant starvation and exposure.

Sha Qianmo snorted heavily, raising his hand even higher. Clearly, he had no intention of letting go, and anxiety immediately surged in my heart. Damn, didn’t the cartoons say the boss was pure muscle, no brains? How did he become clever now?

Zhao Yongjun’s face was filled with confusion. The older generation all knew a bit about these legends and believed firmly in these customs. Sure enough, he began to voice his doubts.

Chu Yun hurriedly halted, supporting Huang Kai with one hand, uncertain what was happening. Huang Kai gripped Chu Yun’s arm tightly, his eyes bulging.

Ren Qiang was delighted for a moment, then suddenly recalled that while ginseng was plentiful, few met his specific needs.

After speaking, she took the children and left. Luo Yisheng’s gaze lingered on the departing figures of cousin Yongyi and the children until they disappeared from view before he finally turned away.

Qu Ao lingered by Leng Yazhu’s side for less than two hours before his father sent someone to drag him home in disgrace.

In the region of Tianzhu, a monk in strange attire sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. Every hidden weapon shot towards the region was drawn to him as if by magnetic force, clinging to his body.

The headquarters of the Golden Dragon Guard was constructed almost as a replica of the imperial city, following a certain proportional scale. Aside from lacking the five-zhang-high “Dragon Emperor Hall” that symbolized the Son of Heaven’s authority, other palaces, houses, and courtyards were even grander than those of the imperial city by a third.

Lu Yun glanced at the signboard, “Shangshixiang,” and, with a helpless shake of his head, went inside.

On the mural, four distinct figures could be seen—exactly the Four Divine Emperors, led by Luo Yuqing, whom Luo Yutian and the others knew well.

Xiang Tu’e spoke eloquently, nodding and gesturing like a learned scholar; anyone who didn’t know him would never guess that he was actually a rough, rogue type.

Ning Yue was somewhat bewildered. Phoenix? What was this all about? Could it be that there were so many rare and exotic beasts in the Spiritual Domain?

Staggering backward, a smirk played at the corner of Ning Yue’s mouth—he had already foreseen the old man’s retreat. Ning Yue continued to swing the sickle; it was already before the old man, barely an inch away from striking him. The old man sneered coldly.

The Phantom had no time to be surprised, for he suddenly found himself completely unable to move. He then saw Ning Yue appear in the distance, take a single step—soft in sound, yet it landed with the weight of a mountain on the Phantom’s heart. With a muffled thud, as if a great weight had fallen from the sky, the Phantom’s body contorted grotesquely. Ning Yue did not even spare him a glance.

“Sometimes people can make very complicated things simple. For example, when faced with a difficult choice: if your mother and your wife both fell into the water, whom would you save?” Zhang Jiuling never ceased his steps; he had already circled the red character with Lu Yun three times, then once in the opposite direction, and had no intention of stopping before another two rounds.

Because this strike was truly terrifying—if the female dragon-serpent faced it, she would likely not be able to resist at all.

Auntie Bao said: “I don’t know who it is—every morning you have to call her several times to get up, she eats so slowly it’s maddening, everyone else has finished washing the dishes and she’s still savoring her rice bowl.”

A Biao’s taunting enraged Ah Huang once again. It roared, making a move to attack A Biao, but Chen Chongshan quickly pulled it back, and A Biao, frightened, scrambled into the SUV.

On the field, those who had been the most vocal and arrogant now wore faces of shock and confusion.

As it returned, a large troop of macaques gathered around it; it seemed to be the king here, standing atop a massive boulder before the peach forest, its gaze cold and tinged with provocation as it stared across the stream at the three fierce dogs.

“Xiao Tian, what do you mean by saying I’m ruthless? You dare do that in the living room—you’re way bolder than I am!” Cheng Sisi said, covering her mouth as she laughed.

Captain Wang, seeing Rat still not respond, was naturally furious. He lifted his foot, intending to give Rat another solid beating, but suddenly Rat caught his foot, and to everyone’s astonishment, hurled Captain Wang away.

Shi Feng’s icy voice rang out, and then he grabbed Ding Rongfa by the collar and dragged him straight outside.

“Please, lead the way!” Liu Shaoqi said, exchanging glances with the two workers of differing height. Then he followed Wang Hongqing out.

Bao Hengli’s heart jumped in fright. He hurried over and felt for a pulse at the man’s neck, but found none.

Qian Dajun, seeing that not a single soldier survived from the seven boats, flew into a rage and cursed furiously. He immediately summoned another dozen boats and ordered a second assault.

I sat up from bed and saw a box of fried chicken, a hamburger, and a bottle of cola on the table. I got up at once and began feasting.