Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Six: The Woman Bound to Him by a Seven-Year Vow

After Morning Sickness, Beijing’s Elite Heirs Compete to Be the Father No Second Porridge 1165 words 2026-02-09 16:21:10

While eating breakfast, an uninvited guest arrived without warning.

If that expression on your face, half-welcoming and half-reluctant, worn with such bitterness, is not just for show, then would I really keep following your lead?

After the blast, the sinister formation beneath my feet had already begun to blur. It seemed I would have to press harder. I opened my bag and drew out a level-eighty golden longsword. This was a treasure I had long wanted to buy; I had to break through with it at once, or I truly had no trump card left.

"Get a little closer and take a look... I think if I move in a bit, I'll know what to do..." I answered faintly.

The idea of a one-man army was brought into the Central Continent Team by Murong Chen. Though the notion itself was not especially hard to imagine, when one’s mind was not turning quickly, it was indeed something no one thought of. Clearly, when Xiao Honglu and Chu Xuan first arrived in the Main God's Space, neither of them had ever considered such a maneuver.

Wang Tian nodded. The show was about to begin. At a time like this, it was no place for him to speak, so he simply said nothing and lowered his head instead. But his ears were already pricked up. Since Kim Hong-hwan had come over, he was bound to say something to Lu Fei. This was truly going to be a fine spectacle.

Wang Tian smiled and nodded. He was serious indeed. Though the present situation was unexpected, he still felt he ought to go in.

"Dog, do you mean... this coffin is ours today, no matter what?" After hearing what I said, the chubby man in the middle could hardly contain himself. His eyes lit up as he asked me in a startled voice.

A welcome banquet, an instant promotion, and the chairman personally helping to open the ceremony—Xiu Chongkai had given face so generously that the four major guilds were very displeased.

The moment Lin Yu’s words fell, a bolt of heaven’s wrath crashed down from above Peter’s head. In an instant, Peter was reduced on the spot to ashes.

This was the adjustment I made. Just as I drew close to the assassin, I suddenly accelerated, skidding sideways with a burst of speed, and at a bizarre angle I dragged the Dream Snow Sword to the assassin’s flank. That ruined the assassin’s evasive slide, and the blade swept across his throat, sending a substantial damage number floating above his head.

People like Jin Ge and Zhang Wei were shocked both by Chen Qi’s life-or-death gamble and by their concern for him.

Come to think of it, whether it was Ao Dingtian, July Cicada, or that gorilla-like beast, none of them had any psychological burden when it came to flattery or showing weakness.

Shen Suixin did not go to see them off, but she had Lu Shiyu go instead, thinking that in a few years, once she and Lu Shiyu had their result and the old man was no longer swayed by Ye Nuan’s instigation, they could bring him back then.

Hearing Aba’s words, Su Jing finally showed a smile, though beneath it there was even more pain.

He had received word that his own father had left the clan and was searching for them too. It had been many years now; perhaps he was dead, perhaps he was still alive. In any case, they had to go and try their luck.

At that instant, a sharp pain seemed to prick at Ji Cangling’s temple. A faint throb of memory stirred in his mind, and fragments of scenes and voices from just now began to surface.

It was said to be most suitable for those with internal injuries and hidden ailments. Its effects were gentle, yet after drinking it for a few days, one was certain to see results.

Ning Shiyun felt something stir in his heart. He did not dare seek confirmation, and could only say nothing as he followed Madam Wang out the door and into the carriage.

In just a few moves, they dealt with the horned beetle goblin, though too much time had been wasted on ambushing the monster, making the gain somewhat poor.

Yet thinking back to how, after the destruction of the Xi family, if not for her remarkable learning she would never have caught Shen Qianlan’s eye, nor would she ever have had the chance to enter the Zou residence. Later, Shen Qianlan’s and Song Li’s special regard for her had all been due to her scholarship.