Well, who asked your son to be so useless?

Zhang Chunxue replied indifferently, "Clerk Song found her a job as a cleaner at the town hospital. She reported for duty just as dawn broke."

"What?" Zhong Chengren reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, freezing in place instantly.

His shifty eyes bulged wide as he looked Zhang Chunxue up and down, his tone dripping with disbelief and suspicion, "Song Xingzhi? Could he be that kind-hearted? Mom, he... he must have some ulterior motive!"

Just as Zhang Chunxue was about to speak—

Chen Jun pinched his lips and sucked in hard, making a "chirp-chirp" sound. Miraculously, he actually produced a bird call—though only a single note, it was loud, clear, and remarkably authentic.

"Well... of course that's no problem." Uncle Mouri nodded, took the signed booklet from Ogami Takaharu, scribbled his name with a flurry of strokes, and handed it back.

Without a doubt, she was a descendant of a transmigrator, a counterpart of Poisonous Island Saeko, and a mutant-class Poisonous Island Saeko who, aside from her appearance, background, personality, and setting, differed in subtle ways.

Everyone who could be reached had appeared. As the initiator of the meeting, He Junshuo spoke first, his words centering entirely around Long Aotian, the spatial-realm divine realm expert.

The demons produced by the Great Swords were not only cheap to manufacture, but with slight modifications, they made satisfactory biological weapons, perfectly fitting Tomie's affinity. Once they awakened autonomously, they would not only possess terrifying horror-movie-style intimidating appearances, but also come equipped with biological armor shells and a variety of abilities.

Even though she saw that Alaya looked somewhat displeased, Gaia's mind wasn't on her right now. What Gaia was thinking about was how to defeat her opponent in the next PK match.

Tell me, Akemi, why have you been so absent-minded lately? How many times have you lost your own biological sister?

Due to their temporary cooperation, Chen Yu remembered the direction where the Red King was located. Even though his current position was quite far away, he could still faintly see flashes of light appearing in the sky from time to time.

Ever since that incident, Li Yuangong and Huang Gaobo hadn't dared to trouble He Xiangdong again. They walked on eggshells all day long—not out of fear of He Xiangdong, but because they were terrified of Master Hou making trouble for them. Within just a few days, both of them had grown noticeably haggard.

Although they only spared forty minutes each day, even that was already quite remarkable. With such a major broadcasting station, their program schedule and operational workload were completely packed, yet he was still willing to set aside so much time for He Xiangdong—that alone was already extraordinary.

One had to realize—even without thinking, it was obvious that in ancient times, grain was the single most severely restrictive resource.

Using the bushes as cover, they hid themselves, leaving only their eyes exposed as they stared ahead. More than a dozen Desert Forest soldiers were driving two carriages filled with grain, slowly advancing toward the Ice Gate Pass. There was nothing unusual about the preceding procession, and just as everyone was about to launch an attack, Ren Gaosheng pressed down the crossbow he had prepared to fire, signaling everyone to remain calm and not act rashly.

The chaotic battle had also reached a white-hot stage. The one man and two ghosts were covered in wounds, completely devoid of their initial ferocity and dominance.

She had crossed paths with Xiao Ran before and could sense that the other party was far from as simple as he appeared on the outside.

She was so despicable! Knowing full well that he loved Xu Lin, she still wanted to disregard his and Xu Lin's feelings and force her own affections onto him?

At the edge of a cliff, three stalwart men with bats embroidered on their chests stared with grim smiles down the precipice at Xu Youran, who was gripping a vine for dear life.

I saw his hands dancing, and as spiritual energy surged, a huge ice ball instantly materialized in front of him.

Jiang Yan gathered nearly five hundred anomalies of all kinds. For every anomaly contract that took effect, he would hand over a bottle of fog, allowing his lackeys to hide themselves within the mist.

Every blade of grass, every tree, and every brick and tile of the Xuantian Sect was deeply imprinted with her painstaking efforts and emotions.

The two of them had previously had no idea how many anomalies, hiding within the mist, were shadowing Forbidden 006.