Chapter 128: Registering the Household—A Difficult Hurdle with the Mother-in-Law

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This time, she brought quite a few local specialties from home, all homemade, and Tang Yue distributed them among everyone.
A modified Volkswagen Passat sped wildly through the storm, the roar of the engine accompanied by heavy metal music blasting inside. If anyone saw it, they would surely think the driver was insane or mentally unstable, perhaps seeking death.
Until the fourth morning, when an old man walking his dog saw the animal suddenly go mad, charging into a patch of grass and biting down on something, refusing to let go. The man looked closer and saw it was a chunk of flesh!
Though a family servant tried desperately to staunch the wound, blood gushed from the neck like a fountain, impossible to stop.
Ye shook his head, dismissing his own thoughts. He did not believe in living a second life, or in reincarnation—how could one ever prove such a thing?
Just as he left, Lin Yi slipped out of the room. But as soon as she stepped out, she found Jiang Ying standing coldly outside her door, staring at her.
After a day of classes, Tang Yue felt quite relaxed, and since Meng Yanzhi, whom she had worried about, did not appear, she simply pushed him out of her mind.
For the first time, he sensed the aura of the Primordial Chaos. Though he only glimpsed it through the river of time and space, it felt as if the other party could sense his unease at any moment.
The more people who died in Jiuzhou, the better. If this place wasn’t the Shogunate’s treasury, he wouldn’t want to come to such a backwater as Jiuzhou at all.
At the foot of the staircase on the first floor, Lin Shaojie lingered in shock for a long time before lowering his head and leaving the restaurant.
The Emperor’s divine bearing and methods left no doubt—he was the supreme deity in the hearts of all beings. Now, speaking such words in front of the ancient Hongjun was unmatched in strength, giving all life in the universe an unprecedented sense of security.
Suddenly, a fully flattened bullet dropped down—the very one Yin Tingting had just fired.
“Senior Brother Hong, I understand everything you said. Weighing pros and cons, I can only think of this one method. What was your excellent plan just now? Please enlighten me,” Han Bing said.

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No normal person would grow like this. This Buddhist statue had deliberately been made with a fat head and large ears, thinking that would make it look dignified and benevolent, and thus majestic? To Xiao Fan, it was no more than a mutated pig’s head.
“Hmm…” Yin Tingting looked troubled. “But this means we can’t play ‘Who’s the Undercover’ with Sister Yajing anymore…” She pondered with a serious expression.
“Sister Qingrou, are you alright? You scared me to death.” Seeing Yin Qingrou return, Xu Ruolan cried tears of joy and hurried over.
“Kill me if you want. Kill me if you want.” Sui Tong felt these empowered individuals were terrifying and thought it might be better to die.
Zhao Zilong’s body slammed heavily onto the big man holding a machete, and with the two men pressing down, the man spat blood and lay immobilized on the ground.
She refused to admit that the child in Ji Tiantian’s womb was Gu Tingjue’s; admitting it would mean acknowledging that the last miscarriage was also his child.
Indeed, Yin Muxue had been held back a year because her actions toward Wen Chuliu were too extreme. But since Wen Aotian valued her excellent grades, he spared her from expulsion and punished her with retention instead.
Unexpectedly, the Fourth Prince was even better than he had hoped—he consulted Shen Caiyi on matters like the mansion’s layout, clearly holding her in high regard.
Originally, according to Sister Luo’s plan, the idea was just to provoke Ji Tiantian into leaving the Gu Manor, then have Bai Yixiao’s men capture her.
Perhaps in the real world, Ling Yu also had to be away from home a long time before returning, but now that she had crossed into another world, the feeling was entirely different.
When a family member joins the army, the greatest fear of their relatives is receiving a death notice someday.
Of course, they were unaware that their opponent was the world’s top jungler, the Bamboo God.
They would hate General Yang and the imperial army; if Prince Yan went personally to suppress them, then the Miao people would hate him too.

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Lan Lian wandered the streets, distraught and heartbroken, until darkness overwhelmed her and she collapsed to the ground.
She gave no answer to the Celestial Damo’s question. Instead, the second rain wore a strange smile, tinged with subtle mockery.
“Heh, young man, you lack ambition. Haven’t you heard that the size of your heart determines the size of your stage?” Gu Lin feigned an air of aged arrogance.
Feng Zichuan did not chase after her but watched her proud figure in silence, his eyes deep in thought.
Yet he never expected Jin Haotian, a wealthy man, to invest a staggering one billion rice gold investigating this matter.
Li Wei dared not continue searching at night—it was a gamble with his life. If he found it, fine; if not, without troops, he had no leverage to compete with General Huang.
At present, they could not get within a hundred feet of Xia Fan. Naturally, they could not harm him; instead, the fierce flames incinerated them, turning them into trails of black smoke that dissipated.
Hearing the gunfire, Li Wei did not flinch but raised his arm, looking like a madman.
“Gu Shen, do you think I still need your ancient artifact?” Ye Feng shook his head and smiled, causing Gu Shen to show an embarrassed smile. Indeed, did Ye Feng still need his ancient artifact now?