Chapter 137: Have You Started Selling Meat?

Just back in her hospital room, Song Hui received a call from Sister Zhao.

"Miss Shen, have you been away from home these past two days?" Sister Zhao asked, standing at Song Hui’s door, holding a plate of fresh fruit.

Song Hui took off her heavy down jacket, lay back down in bed, pulled the quilt up, and replied with a smile, "Sister Zhao, I had a minor surgery and have to stay in the hospital for another week." Not wanting the news of her miscarriage to become common knowledge, she told a small, casual lie.

Hearing about the surgery, Sister Zhao became worried and anxiously pressed for details. "Oh? Are you alright? How did you end up needing surgery so suddenly? Which hospital are you at? I’ll bring you something to..."

In the end, neither Xian Yue nor Sasuke made a move. Although he was already heavily wounded with all his vital points struck, leaving him no chance of survival and only able to wait for death, Sasuke, as the avenger, should have delivered the final blow to fulfill the long-held vow he had carried since the age of seven.

Chen Jiran said no more and hung up the phone abruptly, seemingly unwilling to waste another word on the other party.

Su Xia’s hospitalization could not be kept from Anthony and Gu Dong; the two appeared at the hospital room door almost simultaneously.

Princess Vivi voluntarily requested to ascend the throne of the Alabasta Kingdom. Tomorrow, at the first light of dawn, King Cobra, the most incompetent monarch in Alabasta’s history, will pass the crown to Princess Vivi.

Before long, explosions erupted all over the island. Streams of colorful light flashed, and the sounds of howling and roaring shook the earth. Outside the island, countless people stared with wide eyes at every corner of the terrain.

"Your Majesty, we should head to the frontier," Meng Bingyu said, nestling into Liu Xu’s arms. Seeing that he showed no intention of leaving, she spoke up.

The three-day downpour finally ceased, yet the weather remained gloomy. Lightning flashed through the black clouds from time to time, as if a torrential rain could pour down again at any moment.

The ring of fire, which had been stable for some time, maintained a final radius of ten meters, leading one to believe that its shrinking and expanding were merely signs that it was about to burn out.

With a puff of white smoke, Naruto’s shadow clone vanished into thin air. As the experience gained by the clone transferred into the mind of the visibly exhausted Naruto, Iruka, not far away, pulled out five more scrolls.

They never imagined that Liu Xu had summoned them so hurriedly, with such a grave expression, only to play a joke on them.

Fang Haobai knew what Luo Ziqing was thinking, so he would not cross any lines until he had obtained her consent in the future.

She was so tired, so very tired. Having endured being ignored by everyone, she realized that if giving up meant possessing everything, then she could discard all those things that meant nothing to her anyway.

Thus, Wang Yanran could watch as Xi Ying made a fool of herself when ordering drinks, perhaps by requesting spirits that didn't exist in the bar at all.

The Crocodile Kun lunged forward instantly like a black bolt of light, flashing right in front of Lin Hao. The sheer force of its punch whipped up a violent gale across the heavens and earth.

If he had known that losing her would be this painful, he would have loved her with all his might from the very first moment he saw her. Perhaps they would have had a different ending; perhaps sitting together to watch television would have been just a part of life, rather than an unreachable luxury.

Sword intent has no fixed realm, nor is it divided into high or low levels. There are thousands of types of people, and thus thousands of types of sword intent; there has never been one identical to another.

"You..." Luo Ziqing just wanted to reach out and stop him when she caught the glint of a smile in Fang Haobai’s eyes.

Overnight, two elders in the family fell critically ill and were admitted to the intensive care unit. The entire Zhao household was filled with anxiety.

Chu Yichen’s complexion was clearly still poor, likely because the emotions had returned to his body, bringing with them the memories attached to those feelings.

Weren’t they the very ones who had been dragging Qing Yi through the mud just a moment ago? How had it only been half a day before they were going to such great lengths to clear his name?

As the door clicked shut with a soft thud, Ling Wei looked back at the comforting cup of citron tea and smiled faintly.

Watching Ding Xiang laugh, Xiao San shook his head in confusion. He had only spoken the truth; could he have been wrong?