Chapter 143: The Xie Family's Finest Sparks New Trouble

Xie Weiguo, however, was unwilling to shell out the money. Of course, it was not that he lacked the funds; rather, he wanted Grandfather and Grandmother Xie to foot the bill. The reason was quite simple: it was for the sake of a future grandson, seeing as Xie Weiguo currently had only a single daughter.

Unlike Father Xie, who had two daughters and a son, Xie Weiguo felt somewhat envious regarding offspring and was therefore dead set on having a son.

Grandmother and Grandfather Xie had always favored Xie Weiguo, so now that he wanted to do this for the sake of a grandson, they were naturally more than willing to pay.

Su Man clearly looked a bit heartbroken. Gazing at Su Ran's reaction, her lips parted slightly, and the sorrow on her face was plainly evident.

In that case, if she returned home normally and drank the porridge her boyfriend had brewed for her, there was a high probability she would die suddenly in the middle of the night.

"Dad, look at her—even her body can't be fished out; she must have committed sins so grave that she was torn apart and eaten by the fish." Madam Jiang smugly shoved away the hand of her husband, who was trying to stop her.

"How about you..." Wen Shu's intended words—"Call a nurse in"—were swallowed back as she was fixed by the man's deep, dark gaze.

The disciples were stunned, and the elders were all alarmed. Even several reclusive patriarchs of the various sects, who rarely showed themselves to the world, were stirred from seclusion that very day and returned to their respective sects.

These drops of blood were not enough to make King Kui frown. The latter abruptly grabbed the red-armored man's wrist with his right hand, strode forward, and widened his jaws.

Ji Runsheng rubbed his stomach, and following the enticing aroma, he pulled open the door. Upon seeing the figure standing with its back to him, Ji Runsheng's pupils contracted slightly.

Wang Hao, having lived in the twenty-first century, had seen plenty of such white lotus hypocrites. He possessed no sympathy for the fragile or tender.

Jiang Chenze looked over and was terrified out of his wits. Unlike his earlier fake crying, he was now weeping genuine tears.

Once Elder Master Zongzheng relented, the pressure on Huo Sichen lifted, and the crisis was averted. The entire company erupted in cheers.

Chu Fang still offered no defense, but deep down he kept thinking: isn't earning enough money to support oneself sufficient? When you have free time, doing some things you actually want to do—isn't that rather nice? He even felt that such a life was deeply fulfilling.

The viral blood flowers continued to grow, and the efficacy of the genetic fusion grew stronger by the day. The legendary super gene seemed on the verge of taking form, with Dr. Mo Zhitong as its very first beneficiary.

"Ah-Huan, let go of Zeyu first and let him explain slowly." Mu Yu stepped forward to pry apart Qin Jinghuan's fingers, then anxiously looked at Wen Zeyu, waiting for him to continue.

"I hate drawing power from the dark dimension, but you know, sometimes one has to break the rules in order to achieve something like saving the world." Ancient One had little time left; she cast aside her momentary pessimistic thoughts and continued.

Yet, never had they expected to be suddenly plunged into pitch darkness. When they finally used their divine sense to observe, Gu Fanxin discovered that she had burrowed into a gloomy, murky tunnel.

As it turned out, even after death, the Blood Demon possessed one final parasitic trick—truly a defense impossible to guard against completely.

Seeing him walk toward her, Yu Jiaolong felt her cheeks flush and her heart race uncontrollably, causing her to instinctively step backward, pace by pace.

It was not until the next day that a creature resembling a mix of a lion, a tiger, and a dog hatched from the spirit egg.

"A slightly willful senior schoolmate is the cutest; otherwise, if she's too aloof, I'd worry about freezing myself." Zhou Zixuan stroked Meng Chenxi's hair as they leaned intimately against each other.

At this declaration, the entire Xingtai Hall instantly plunged into dead silence. Even King Qin and the others never imagined that Qin Feng's insistence on accepting punishment was actually a ploy to drag the Third Prince down with him.

Facing Shen Zhongqing's blazing gaze, the Empress was genuinely terrified beyond the ordinary. Her gaze darted swiftly to the side, landing on His Majesty.

The crowd had not heard the two men's previous conversation, nor did they anticipate Hua Cuo harboring alternative motives. Believing what he said, they even helped lift Huanyuan onto the carriage, where he lay side by side with Rong Zhi.

"Daniu, we don't need to go into the deep sea to look for any ambergris; someone will deliver it right to our doorstep." Jimo Qinglian waved dismissively and triumphantly at Qi Yanwu, then, gathering the long train of her skirt, walked into the room.