Chapter 31: The Little Cotton-Padded Jacket Has a Leak

The deadbeat dad wants An Xiaotong to apologize to her? Is he for real?
No, something is wrong; when things are too unusual, there is always a catch.
Luo Yan pointed a finger at Luo Shicheng, issuing a level-ten infant-babble warning for him not to try anything funny.
Hua Li looked at Luo Shicheng in disbelief, her guarded gaze locked firmly upon him.
Was he really so untrustworthy to the mother and daughter that even his request for An Xiaotong to offer an apology was seen as having ulterior motives?
Treated like a thief by the woman and her daughter, Luo Shicheng felt bitter, yet...
The last time she had seen the Tenth Princess Consort was on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and she had not formed a good impression of her. She wondered if the princess would even allow her to provide treatment.
However, this side of the riverbank was rumored to be haunted by "ghosts singing at midnight," so no one dared to come here, leaving the night quiet and desolate.
"That’s right, I want you dead! From now on, no one will ever be able to compete with me again!" Ye Hui sneered.
This type of startup does not require high upfront costs. There is no need to specifically rent a storefront or renovate; the most you have to pay is some time.
Those people scrutinized Chu Qing for a long while. After seeming to confer among themselves, they retreated to the side while keeping a wary eye on her, helped their injured accomplice to their feet, and eventually departed on their flying swords.
Han Yichen’s expression upon his return was indeed smug. That look of blissful triumph was as if he were telling the whole world that he was now the happiest man alive.
Mo Liunian watched from the side, finding it hilarious. Mo Yan was usually cold and indifferent; this was the first time he had seen him so flustered.
The Duke had traveled a long distance without proper rest, and the moment he saw his son, he couldn't quite hold himself together anymore.
In a flash of lightning, the sky suddenly darkened. Countless crows swarmed in, covering the sky like a black cloud.
However, this matter already involved Country X. Another reason Wen Ci had passed along the message was that he did not want to hurt Nan Xun.
"I don't like you, because you make Liuli very restless. This is the first time this has happened in a month." The long blade was already raised; it seemed that if Luo Tian took one more step forward, the blade would seal his throat.
As for Chen Feng, he invited Qian Si Long Yao to serve as a witness. Long Yao also invited another Qian Si, a powerful cultivator at the Void Return stage who worked alongside Wan Si Qiu Wanshan of the Zhengnan Branch.
We navigated through the mud, guided by the beam of the flashlight. In such an environment, I couldn't help but feel anxious. It wasn't that I feared encountering anything unclean—with Uncle Jiu around, there was no need to fear any fierce ghosts or evil spirits—but I was worried about strange beasts and wild creatures.
For Feng Qingyang, his excitement was not because the sect would gain another top-tier master; rather, his agitation stemmed from the profound sense of kinship deep in his heart.
The twelve uncles of the sect sat in the main hall with the Sect Leader. In the air between them, a scroll-like image displayed scenes from the Map of Mountains and Rivers, showing the moment Xia Mingfeng defeated Huang Qikai.
After the madman chased after me, I gritted my teeth against the pain and threw my body forward, ripping out all the hooks on my back. It felt as if my back had been slashed a thousand times, and the pain made tears stream down my face. With one final burst of effort, I endured the burning, bone-deep agony, swung my feet upward, and executed a back-flip to end up hanging head-down.
However, there was no absolute need to explore until the very edge. What had already been scouted and what was currently within view was shocking enough to report back to the elders and ancestors of the main family in the Southern Heaven Domain.
Xia Mingfeng sensed the surge of demonic energy and the power it conveyed. On the surface, he remained silent, but his heart was already shaken. Carefully sensing the energy, he felt as if this powerful demonic aura had appeared suddenly, and it possessed an essence distinct from that emitted by Yama.
The last large bone remaining in the back could not be extracted either. Ye Zhuo was too mentally exhausted to wait for his energy to recover before dealing with it; he decided he would just take it to the Dharma Martial Hall to examine it slowly later. After taking a few deep breaths and shaking off his dizzy head, he walked straight out the door.