Chapter Fifty: A Tiny Baby and Half a Sheet of Paper Terrify Liu Jingqiu to Madness

Liu Jingqiu scolded Luo Yan sharply.
"Where is Tongtong’s jade pendant? Hand it over."

Luo Yan immediately suspected that An Xiaotong had been sent by Liu Jingqiu to confront her. She blinked her big eyes and raised her hand, presenting a torn piece of paper to Liu Jingqiu.

Why was Luo Yan giving paper to Liu Jingqiu? Lin Qingping and Teacher Xiao Zhang exchanged puzzled glances.

But Liu Jingqiu, upon seeing the familiar handwriting on the yellowed scrap, almost jumped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“Where did you get this—”

Throughout the journey, Wang Ziyan hadn’t uttered a single word. Even the servants who came to deliver news were so intimidated by her cold demeanor that they dared not breathe loudly. Once inside the Wang family estate, everyone who saw Wang Ziyan instinctively stepped aside, no one daring to approach to offer greetings or pleasantries.

At this moment, Nangong Jinyu tossed a bottle to Ruoxi. Ruoxi glanced at Nangong Jinyu, puzzled.

The Dragon Pearl, which controlled the Flying Dragon Hotel of great importance in Jianghai City, was naturally no ordinary person.

The Supreme Cloud Palm was a divine martial art, its essence transcending mundane techniques and bearing traits akin to heavenly symbols.

Because it concerned a young lady’s reputation, Su Mama refrained from telling the Yu and Wei families. Only after the matriarch awoke did she carefully choose her words to inform her.

Mo Zheng, staring at Lady Shi’s retreating figure, had long suspected his grandfather. Lady Shi’s words today confirmed his suspicions—his mother had indeed been harmed by his grandfather.

As the spiritual energy’s aftereffects faded, Lin Tianyang had no time to relax before Lu Huanyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his mountain-like frame trembling violently.

“Fourth royal brother, Father has just passed away, his body still cold in the tomb, yet here we are watching his sons quarrel like enemies. Tell me, what do you think Father would say?” Qi Mubei stood like a stone Buddha, hands behind his back, glaring down at Qi Xuanlin.

A smooth, fair, slender arm suddenly appeared before his eyes, seizing his entire vision.

Hearing Li Ke’s words, Princess Qinghe realized she had wrongly accused him. After all, she knew her husband’s character quite well.

On the city walls, the "Great Tang" banner fluttered feebly in the wind. The mutinous guards looked southward at the imposing government troops with fearful eyes, uneasy and anxious.

“Hu Fei, you all start training! Don’t waste the good medicine!” Ye Qinghan glanced back at Hu Fei, who was holding a feather as if it were a baton, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he shouted.

The Azure Continent was far from peaceful, rife with bandit gangs, mercenaries, and mountain thieves. However, due to Shuiyue Village’s remote location, no such groups had appeared in two years—until today. Moreover, the Green family rarely socialized with others in Shuiyue Village. Why would the village chief come at such a critical moment?

Sighing, filled with melancholy, he continued to cast a spell every five seconds. Time passed slowly in this manner.

Yet, with such formidable soul abilities unused, relying instead on combat power, there must be some limitation.

“Indeed… this passage is meant for large convoys to pass through. The assassins just now clearly did not all come from this path!” Di Renjie stated confidently, turning to glare at the leader.

The lights in the emergency room went out. The doctors emerged, and those waiting outside surged forward all at once.

Youjun was right—becoming the child in Aling’s womb required a connection between the reincarnated soul and Aling. Yet Aling and the child’s former self did not know each other. If so, how did the child reincarnate?

Ruan Ling had always known her aptitude for magic was frighteningly high, but compared to the Underworld King, she was still no match.

Against the glow of the setting sun, with the lake breeze blowing, his white robe turned golden, fluttering gently.

That day, the Divine Farmer was handling state affairs in the Chen capital hall when a report arrived: a capable man named Xuanyuan had been found. He was the chieftain of the Bear Tribe by the Jishui River, renowned as a sage.