Chapter 35: Huali’s Surging Maternal Love
Hua Li did not notice that, from the moment she locked the door and left home, a small figure had been following behind her…
After Hua Li left, Luo Yan waited until she was gone, then ran into the courtyard. When she heard the lock click, she slipped beneath the gate like a civet cat and darted out.
Because of her concussion, Xiao Xiu could not move quickly. By the time she tried to stop Luo Yan, it was already too late. She could only watch the petite Luo Yan successfully sneak away. She then tried to crawl out the same way, but her head was too large, making it completely impossible.
Luo Yan had no idea that Xiao Xiu, unable to get out, was frantic with anxiety.
But what I never expected was that, besides Ling Ziyao, Li Xiaonan and Leng Xueyan would also be there to welcome me.
A black Bentley stopped in front of the nightclub. Two men in black, who had been waiting at the entrance, immediately went forward. One of them opened the rear door.
How could a sage possibly make such a frivolous gesture? It must have been the wild scribbling of some third-rate painter, surely.
“Is that so?” If Yang Liuer were truly vicious, how could Duan Linglong have bullied her so openly? Given her relationship with the emperor and empress, asking them to issue an imperial decree summoning Qiu Qianjian to the palace and turning him into a eunuch would have been a simple matter. If she were really malicious, she would have done so long ago.
“I have already worked out the formula linking the human magnetic field to the progress of one’s cultivation technique,” Ning Ningyun said.
Song Guangyuan and Song Zilian turned their heads in a daze. They saw Chang Pingtian and Old Third Xiong ignoring them entirely and walking straight toward Xu Qingmo. Before him, they bowed deeply and performed a formal salute.
Zhao Wei wasted no time. He immediately began looking around energetically, the beam of his wolf-eye flashlight sweeping back and forth.
Feis Reis glanced at the man. Although his speech and expressions were remarkably animated, she could sense that the being before her was not a true living creature.
Of course he was thinking about Yang Liuer. After tonight, she would truly belong to him in name and in fact, and he would certainly be too excited to sleep.
After listing his ideas in detail, he analyzed their costs, feasibility, and prospects one by one. In the end, Qin Weiyi decided to put the first three into practice, while giving the fourth more thought and postponing it for the time being.
When the cultivator saw Pang Feng approach, he immediately fell to his knees and began kowtowing, begging him for mercy.
Over the years, how many times had she encountered Wesley? And had every meeting ended in such a strange twist of fate?
Even though she had relied on her own body to obtain his assistance, she still felt grateful for the outcome before her now.
Yan Feng seemed unwilling to continue entangling herself with Li Fan. She spoke to him directly, then thrust out her right hand and reached for him. Seeing this, Li Fan’s face unexpectedly revealed a trace of cold amusement. The next moment, his body vanished amid a burst of white light, and Yan Feng’s expression instantly darkened.
Lin Jingsheng felt that they had entered a dead end, with every step becoming impossibly difficult. He had originally intended to confess the truth about the child to Chu Lin, but when the words reached his lips, he never again found the chance to speak them.
“That is all I have to say. I wonder whether there is anything else troubling you that I might be able to help with.” Seeing that Seventh Brother still kept his head lowered, apparently deep in thought and saying nothing, Yu Huang spoke up at once.
Only then did Zhang Liang smile. He helped Zhuge Liang to his feet, told him the essentials of reversing the true essence and destroying the formation nodes, and then erased his own memories.
Watermelon Cat let out a dissatisfied cry and kept nudging about, subjecting Ling Qingxue’s most sensitive area to unprecedented “attacks.”
Faced with such a colossal force as the Sword Sect, even if they gained no advantage, they could hardly argue further.
Taking out the map, Jiang Wei placed a finger on it and casually traced a few lines before finally pointing to a stretch of black, windswept sand.
Seeing this, the guards under Wanjin Bao promptly sheathed their blades as well, not daring to make any rash move.
Wu Hua knew that the media were like bandits—habitually unreasonable and utterly lawless. Left with no alternative, he thought of the most advanced way to guide public opinion: hiring paid internet trolls.