Volume 1, Chapter 47: Father and Daughter

Xu Family.

Xu Wan brought Wu Sui back home.

Upon learning that an old friend from many years had come to visit, Xu Qizheng hurried back in a rush.

Jia and Yi exchanged a glance, both feeling a burning sensation on their faces, as if they had been slapped hard.

"Afai, there’s no complicated business between us, right? I only know that your matters are my matters!" Lei Hao stared into Afai’s eyes, speaking each word deliberately.

"Heh, you still kept your old numbers, huh? Maybe someday they’ll be worth something." Liu Yifei laughed, reminding everyone.

The five of them looked up for a moment, then all turned back, staring into the dark, endless space behind them.

Just now, at the critical moment, he had used the Dao Source Heavenly Pearl to seize all the malevolent energy; this energy was ownerless and as easy to take as flipping one’s hand.

Actually, Wu Zhi had planned to reflect on his family, brothers, and friends with some sorrow, but before he could start, his consciousness blurred completely, leaving only an endless void of darkness.

Black mist churned as hundreds of transparent threads rose from the ground, blocking Afai’s path. At that moment, a shadow flickered below, and Lei Hao raised his blade. The black sword struck the transparent threads, slicing them all in half.

"What… You didn’t even know? Then why did you bring us here? What if we run into a few tougher bald monks? Wouldn’t we all die here?" Hong Xi, fuming with frustration, spoke after hearing Lord Zixi’s silence.

Liu Yifei and Lin Miao exchanged a glance; Lin Miao gave him a sharp look, and a sudden pain shot through Liu Yifei’s foot. Lin Miao’s slender shoe heel had stepped on him, and it was quite uncomfortable.

The arrival of the Way of the King posed a significant threat to them; many had already developed hostility towards him.

"Let me show you something." Lang Chen always spoke according to his mood. When in a good mood, he could be quite talkative, but usually, he was reluctant to say a word more than necessary.

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"Exactly, Gai Nie has been poisoned, and now he must be feeling the agony of thousands of ants gnawing at his body," Yue’er said in a lifeless voice, like a puppet on strings.

A variety of delicacies, only seen at noble banquets, were spread across the makeshift tables.

"No way?! I’m sitting right by the restaurant window!" Tony bluntly exposed Hugo’s boasting.

Clearly, the opposing team had been ambushing the mid lane for a long time in secret. Now, relying on the Fire Mage’s exaggerated blood sacrifice, the Blind Monk finally found an opportunity, but before he could unleash his ultimate, he was completely countered by an unexpected arrow from nowhere.

Ye Tan seized a flaw in Bichen’s words just now. Since your family is so strict about discipline, then handle it yourselves.

Several of them quickly approached. A complex pattern on the wall had already been pried open slightly. The concealed door was so well camouflaged it blended seamlessly with the wall’s patterns; without deliberate searching, it was almost impossible to find. Fang Dong pushed with his shoulder several times, the gap widening until the door was fully opened.

"Who killed more? Or who fed more kills—that’s more like it!" The mid laner Morgana sneered sarcastically but finally stopped AFK and began moving outward.

The captain looked back and sneered. In truth, he wanted to be at the front line even more than his subordinates, but as the leader, he could only comfort himself and his team this way.

He often saw people online complaining that they felt like they weren’t playing the same champion as others. Before, Qiu Mu would scoff at such remarks, but now, for the first time, he felt utterly powerless under overwhelming strength—a feeling of unprecedented defeat.

After she left, Zhou Zixi exhaled deeply, wiping a thin layer of sweat from his forehead.

What she didn’t know was that Feng Lianzhu’s discomfort was not only physical pain but also the psychological torment of forced submission.

What was even more hateful was that the murderer of her family lived a life of luxury, monopolizing her family ties, stealing her first love, and robbing her husband.

He usually replied to them too, but today, burning with anger, he barely acknowledged anyone and headed straight to Wanyan Kang’s room.

Everyone began comparing the dishes Fu Jingci had made on culinary shows with those prepared this time by Qiao Ruoyin, unaware that Fu Jingci’s team was struggling to find ingredients at that very moment.

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The word "wife" was unknown to everyone except Yining and her husband. Seeing Su Wu’s flushed face, they guessed it belonged to their sweet secret.

Qin Xing hadn’t had time to comfort Yu Qian, and Minghui had yet to find an explanation when the creepy man showed signs of waking up slowly! Qin Xing dashed forward, splashed the last bit of water from the ladle, then stared down at the man from above.

Before An Jingxing could figure out what was happening, An Yu suddenly coughed, his face slightly flushed but inexplicably more lively.

The Gu family resided in the heart of Q City, with towering skyscrapers piercing the clouds. Luo Keqi greedily gazed out the window. The tallest building ahead was the Gu Group headquarters, its entire structure clad in blue tempered glass, each pane reflecting the light dazzlingly.

Nangong Li frowned slightly. He wouldn’t stay here overnight, as there was no need.

Miao Xianlong did not respond, but he already had a suspicion about what Sun Jiandong was about to say.

This battle had thoroughly spread Han Feng’s fame, while at the same time, the intimidation that Void Scar brought to many Divine Kings suddenly diminished. Many Divine Kings realized that although Void Scar was strong, he was not invincible.

"Slow!" Master Chong barked sharply. Tiemu Li’s palm stopped instantly, hovering half a hair above Stone Princess’s head.

My first sentence was to test Liu Minghao’s reaction. Hearing Liu Minghao speak like that, I understood—he indeed intended to resist Yin Chunxu. Now, all that was left was to ignite a small spark.

Duan Canglan’s son, Duan Peng, though only eighteen or nineteen years old, idled away his days, causing trouble. Thanks to his father’s influence, as long as he didn’t go too far, no one dared to punish him.