Volume 1, Chapter 43: Defending Shen Sisi at Every Turn
Xu Hongying almost melted at the sight of the little girl at first glance. Soon after, a clear sneer flickered at the corner of her mouth. She liked children, but only her own; wild children from outside irritated her. They weren’t her son’s offspring, yet they took up the place meant for her eldest granddaughter.
Seemingly realizing something, Wei Zhuang’s eyes blazed as he said, “Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” Chi Lian was dumbfounded—Wei Zhuang actually apologized? That was truly a rarity in this world.
Hearing Mo Langyue speak so solemnly, Yingying’s face flushed slightly, embarrassed by her own modest abilities, yet she still nodded. She bent down to rummage through the bag and surprisingly picked up a luminous pearl as big as a baby’s fist. After testing its weight, she flicked her wrist and sent it flying.
They probably thought she had pulled strings to get in, especially since Director Zhou Yinghui had introduced her as someone specially arranged by the dean, urging everyone to take good care of her.
Passing through several corridors and circling a lotus pond, they arrived at a refined retreat—three elegant pavilions stood before them, a locust tree in front, its base overgrown with wild grass and dotted with colorful flowers, evoking a warm feeling of homecoming.
After about another hour’s walk, even Yuan Shao, who regularly practiced martial arts, was drenched in sweat from exhaustion.
The image was of Yan Xiu, a key figure in the Chosen Alliance. He was actually transmitting alien energy through a call—a feat far from simple. Moreover, this alien energy remained under Yan Xiu’s control after transmission.
“Right now, you’re my nanny! I don’t like my nanny hanging around shady men every day!” Situ Haoyu glared at her sharply.
When Situ Haoyu was four years old, the fully blackened Sun Yue madly hired someone to drive a car that collided with both Meng Yunqian and Situ Haoyu. Meng Yunqian died protecting Situ Haoyu, leaving him a pitiful child without a mother.
Akio Yoshino swung his sword and led his men forward—not out of loyalty, courage, or confidence, but because the accumulated pressure forbade him from retreating first.
The ink-black sword symbolized chivalry and a certain softness. Drawing this blade signaled that Tianming had no intention of killing his opponent.
After breakfast, Chen Zi’ang drove his sports car to school. Seeing the envious gazes of other students, he couldn’t help but feel accomplished.
The hovercar’s driver sighed in helplessness and turned the vehicle around again, the armored hovercar facing off against three oncoming hovercars.
I ignored the slightly envious looks and casually took out my phone. It was an unfamiliar number. When I answered, it turned out to be Bai Rujiao calling. She told me their car had brushed against another vehicle on the way and they were handling the matter, so they might be a little late.
The Grand Elder didn’t continue to pretend and nodded slightly. “I have a vague suspicion, but I’m not certain.” He was honestly speaking the truth.
Ye Fan turned his head and looked in the direction Pang Bo was watching. Indeed, faint light was filtering through ahead.
After finishing the front legs of the red deer and chatting with the audience for a while longer, Chen Xu was already shivering from the cold.
This scent was different from what the master used to wear. Oreo stared blankly at the tempting water bubble before him; his skin, body, blood, and bones all urged the orca on.
Neither of them worried that so many people had died in the manor would cause trouble—they trusted that the other senior members of the Caesar family would handle the bodies properly.
The players choked back tears, while the fans’ cheers grew even louder, as if welcoming home the World Cup champions.
Chen Zi’ang said nothing further but summoned his fighting energy, sprouting a dazzling pair of fighting wings from his back.
“Then I’ll take this one,” she said hesitantly, casually pointing at a phone across the counter.