Chapter 61 I Want, I Want to Find My Daddy

Chu Jianguo carried two large watermelons out of the Chu household. Passing under the ginkgo tree, he saw an old man playing chess with two little children. Drawing closer, he recognized the old man as the former division political commissar and hurriedly greeted him.

Disturbed by the interruption, Xu Baojuan lifted his eyelids for a glance. The man looked somewhat familiar, yet he could not recall whose offspring this junior was.

Xu Baojuan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Sitting on the table before Xu Baojuan, Luo Yan recognized Chu Jianguo instantly, let out a sharp cry, and burst into tears.

Large teardrops fell patter-patter from her dark, clear eyes. She turned her head away, unable to bear the sight, which sent a jolt through Hei Bu's heart.

"Drink your water, drink your water, the second toast goes to Mumu." Hua Chi refused to entangle with her and tossed the remark to someone else, which only made Seyiti burn with even greater rage.

Lu Meli stood with his back to the light. A halo was etched around the rim of his azure-blue rain-silk robe, yet his face was as dark as ink, and his lake-clear eyes held an excessively gloomy depth.

Regardless of how vexed the instructors might be, now that the match-up chart had been posted, there was no longer any possibility of changing it.

Engaging in wild speculations here would yield no results; she might as well rest properly and wait until she recovered before looking into the matter.

Only now did Qin Yan finally understand: the God Lord was not holding back from taking risks due to the deduction that "leaving this universe means death," but rather because even if he wanted to do so, it was impossible. This barrier could not be breached—just as he had said, if even he could not accomplish it, how much less could Qin Yan?

Mu Xiqing was hopping mad, while Mo Yunshang, the person directly involved standing right beside her, was sipping his tea with a faint smile, as if the whole affair had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

Glancing at the commotion behind her, many of those who had chosen the same courtyard palace as Feng Hongge also walked over to her side, a secret excitement bubbling up in their hearts.

Right now, the three characters Lu Yunqing were like a blade; every time she heard them, it felt as though she had been stabbed.

"She doesn't want to see you. You'd better not go inside just yet. If you have anything to say, we can talk," Mother Shen said, pointing to the resting chairs in the hallway.

One could tell she was extremely nervous, to the extent that her hands remained clasped in front of her, her ten fingers digging into one another.

Before Xie Jingqiu's large hand could slip into Su Nian's knit sweater, the phone in Su Nian's down jacket pocket began to vibrate.

Shao Peiqian took a deep breath, her complexion having already returned to normal by this moment. In reality, there were many people who harbored intentions toward her, and quite often Shao Peiqian would overhear gossip concerning herself, to the point where she had practically developed an immunity to it.

"Do you know what Director Fu lost?" Wang大海 wiped the smile from his face and asked sternly.

"Hua Chengxiu? How did he manage to escape?" Yun Yao was startled, and as the thought struck her, that person indeed turned out to be Hua Chengxiu.

Thinking they had traveled the distance to the ends of the earth, she looked back only to find herself still spinning in place amidst this vast expanse of whiteness. Bright red blood wound across the snow like a vibrant painting. It was right from her shoulder that blood was flowing in gushes, yet she could no longer feel any pain.

On the background wall, the white screen displayed the complete southern region, already marked with different colors and letters.

Up on the second floor, without a moment's hesitation, Lin Tian quietly pushed open the bedroom door. Too rushed to wipe the beads of nervous sweat densely dotting his forehead, he flopped straight onto the bed like a dead pig, instantly feigning a state of deep sleep while pricking up his ears to continuously monitor the sounds outside the room.

Ning Yuanlan was stunned. Ling Mo had not returned last night, but instead driven to spend the night at an utterly ordinary hotel in Jiangcheng?

Every single cultivator in the entire Imperial Dao Base City dropped to their knees with a collective thud, stripped of any remaining panic or unease.

Shu Mo was not actually someone who would go around talking about her own affairs; she did not feel there was anything worth discussing about such matters. Her own pain was something she alone needed to understand.

Lei Keyi felt as though he had lived through a protracted nightmare, running frantically while ferocious beasts gave chase behind him, running with such agonizing exhaustion.