Volume One, Chapter 24: How to Get Rid of Nanny Jiang
Xie Qiqi gazed at Wei Ling’s handsome face. Her heart sank bit by bit; even Wei Ling did not believe that she hadn’t pushed Yue Yue. Ha! That was to be expected. Her own dear eldest brother, second brother, and even her mother all considered her arrogant, overbearing, and a habitual liar.
Setting aside whether the child was normal or not, the very length of the umbilical cord was not something a normal human could possess.
I naturally did not blame her. When I asked about her time after being captured by the Fox Concubine, she only gave a brief, simple account.
Just a moment ago, she had reached out to a gold-tier songwriter of a similar caliber to Luo Hua, hoping to get some advice on her new song, with price being no object.
Scanning the surroundings and confirming there was no one else in the courtyard, Xu Xin’an’s gaze fell once again upon the large white cat.
This was not the swiftest move in spear technique, but its strength lay in its flexibility; even if Chu Shixia failed to block it, it wouldn’t cause serious injury. Yet, with a flick of her wrist, Chu Shixia sent the bamboo pole tracing an arc, piercing straight toward his heart through a fleeting gap.
For some reason, watching Feng Ting’s indifferent expression, he felt a blockage in his chest—a desire to vent that he didn't know how to express.
Xu Xin’an kept a portion of the silver to acquire marrow-cleansing resources, while the rest was essentially spent on microtransactions.
The carriage and horses were parked in front of the stone statues. Gao Guan walked in front, introducing himself, while Zhu Sihu told the brothers behind him to keep their composure before rushing up to strike up a conversation with the young woman, A-Ting.
For other sects, such as the Great Diamond Temple or the True Martial Immortal Sect, if a disciple’s cultivation reached the Golden Core stage or higher, they would provide advance notice when entering the territory of another sect.
After saying this, Luo Shuangyi left the dazed Luo Tong behind and vaulted out the window. The white Yin ghost mask in the brazier was scorched black, resembling scars spreading inch by inch.
Yang Yi and Yang Er plummeted from the highest heavens, both transforming into sharp, long arrows. Their destructive power was likely not inferior to the divine Sun-Shooting Bow. It was such a coincidence that they struck the tail of the nine-headed old dragon, finally rousing the slumbering old monster.
“Elder Tingfeng is right. The reason we have gathered everyone today is to discuss how to save the Ximen Estate, which is now in its twilight,” Ximen Zhenxing said in a deep voice.
Countless humans came and went, and even cultivators would descend from a thousand miles away to show respect to Fuxi, the co-lord of humanity. Although there were frequent skirmishes with the demon race, not all demons were enemies of the humans.
The shopkeeper did not know that Shangguan Xiaoyao had reached the Emperor Realm before his death. Had he known, no matter how much he wanted to butter up the god of slaughter before him, he would never have spoken like that.
*Why are so many big shots here today?* Dong Shanhe wondered to himself while shaking hands with the three founders of Google.
Wasn’t it said that Sima Chengzhen would lure Zhang Chang and the Daoist Bei away, and then Li Yunlong would hide in their room? Only Zhang Chang had followed them out just now; how did Li Yunlong dare to enter the room of those wicked Daoists?
This tremendous roar naturally drew the attention of the entire Shang army. Soldiers grasped their weapons in alert, while Wen Zhong and Deng Jiugong emerged from their respective tents; it was already the dead of night.
A breeze blew by, kicking up dust that drifted and swirled in the air. The battle that had been thundering with artillery fire moments ago vanished, leaving behind only ruins destroyed with absolute thoroughness.
The two stepped out of the Zhang family tavern one after the other. The tavern behind them disappeared into the flow of people, its doors closing tightly once more, secured by a bolt that would never be opened again. Sunlight refracted into the empty room, and the dust settled.
Later, after inquiring, Feng Nantian learned that this coastal city was actually a maritime nation located to the west of the West Pool.