Volume 1, Chapter 50: A Desperate Craving to Be Coddled and Hurt

Daughter-in-law?
Shen Sisi's gaze was as if she had seen a ghost.
Xu Hongying was actually acknowledging her as a daughter-in-law?
"Auntie, you..." Shen Sisi had originally thought she would be locked in a relentless, bitter struggle with this wicked mother-in-law. She never expected that after helping her stand up just once, she would instantly be upgraded to a daughter-in-law.
Yao Ling, having slept for a while, became somewhat more lucid. When she realized that the person before her was truly Lin Yifan and not a dream, a complex look flashed across her eyes.
"Usually, your hands are not this well-behaved at this hour. Why are you so proper today?" A charming smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth.
And then I saw what it was—some wild peach tree resin, liquid suspected of being corpse tallow, bone powder, old horse eyelashes, and other such materials... All of those were items used by mages to summon creatures from the abyss.
Inside his body, a peculiar energy was coursing and circulating through every single corner of his frame.
"Oh wow, brother-in-law, boss lady, is what he said true? Can this stone really sell for one billion?" Hearing what that man had said, Yang Yuwei dropped her jaw in utter shock.
Lin Yifan immediately ran to the second floor. Standing on the balcony and looking down, he saw that the villa was situated halfway up the mountain, offering an unobstructed view of the surrounding scenery from this vantage point.
Countless powerful explosions echoed across the entire sky. More than ten puppets stared with tense expressions at the smoke rising from the center of the blast. For some reason, everyone looking at the drifting smoke felt an intense sense of impending danger.
This surging power was endless, roaring like mountain torrents and rivers, carrying a strength greater than tens of thousands of jun, sweeping through his body with an unstoppable, devastating momentum.
According to that theory of his, the first circle had to be walked. If they were lucky, they would find the spot where the vine and the stairs matched at the very beginning of the second circle. But if they were unlucky, they would have to circle the entire route all over again.
Regardless of whether Tang Jueheng was regarded by some as a master strategist and deity of intellect, or whether he had genuinely amassed great wealth, Fu Mengyao cared about none of it.
"Evelyn, what on earth did Douglas say to Chu Fan to make Chu Fan let him go?" Hamle asked with curiosity as he sat down opposite her.
When she occasionally surfaced, she watched the afterglow of the sunset fall upon the water, sparkling and shimmering as though countless golden borders had been embroidered upon a ribbon of turquoise silk.
Nodding and bowing, the fierce ghost hurriedly grasped the cigarette and left the office. The veteran guard, sitting with crossed legs, wore a sneer; one thousand US dollars was certainly a tidy sum, and he had already heard about Peter's run of bad luck from others.
The rough grain of the tree bark, hard and bearing faint cracks, suddenly extended from the depths of the mist. A wooden wall, three zhang high, stood stout and vigorous like a coiling dragon within the giant timber forest, sinking its roots deep into the soil.
Right there in the center of all attention, under the stern command of vanguard general Shentu Bu, the Longdong troops raised their bows on horseback for the span of three breaths. Then, like a swarm of locusts, a hail of arrows shot fiercely toward the front of the cavalry formation.
Tristana intended to make her move and put an end to Chen Bing right then and there, but among the players who had tagged along with the Sea of Miracles just to watch the spectacle, someone suddenly raised their head and shouted toward the sky.
Such a rare and extraordinary beast recognized him and no one else. Aside from his overwhelming personal charm, could it possibly be because he had treated it to a meal?
"Let's go!" Everyone immediately leaped into the air one after another, rocketing toward the direction where the brilliant light had burst forth.
Yang Guang was a fine fellow. His bed was separated from Lin Chu's by just an aisle, and since both of them slept on the lower bunks, chatting was quite convenient. Yang Guang's greatest asset was his self-confidence, yet even this proud fellow occasionally ran into walls.
Hime Mena paid it no mind and simply kept eating. Just like that, bite for bite, looking rather affectionate, they finished off the skewers of beef.
Seeing this, I instantly felt a sense of equilibrium restored in my heart. Serves Daoist Qingfeng right for acting so smug just a moment ago—now he finally had to deal with a formidable opponent.