Chapter 43: Child, Say That Again

By the time Yu Wanqiao hurried back, Jingtang had already coaxed Wu Ping'an into handing over the cart.

Yu Wanqiao was somewhat surprised.

She hadn't expected Jingtang to be so skilled at coaxing children.

Yu Wanqiao stepped forward and took Wu Ping'an's small hand.

Wu Ping'an looked up at Yu Wanqiao, her tiny hand gripping back with increasing strength.

Jingtang pushed the cart along effortlessly the entire way.

Pressed for time, Yu Wanqiao urged her to move faster.

They couldn't leave Qin Liu exposed for too long.

After a long silence, the Yellow Emperor averted his gaze, reached up to rub the corner of his eye, and suddenly smiled as he said those words.

Yet this seemingly chaotic brawl, because both sides had accepted different orders, did not spiral beyond all possibility of control.

Brother Ban said, since you are willing to negotiate, that settles it. My cousin has already contacted their side and expressed a desire to talk.

They were suddenly overcome by a prickling sense of crisis, as if sharing a roof with Heavenly Crime posed an existential threat to their very lives. Terrified yet curious, they searched everywhere to pinpoint Heavenly Crime's location.

It had been fun indeed, but once the excitement faded, I suddenly realized that Gao Zijian and I had already crossed out of the urban district. Looking back over my shoulder, apart from the distant blinking neon lights, nothing could be seen clearly.

I hurriedly stopped the ball in my hands, waved to the two of them, and asked how they happened to come over.

Twenty minutes later, Louis XIV's arm was mostly burned away. Only then did Yang Yecheng toss another pile of leaves and branches onto it before leaving the grove.

With a ruthless expression, the tough guy made a phone call, instructing his subordinates to hurry up and prepare vehicles and manpower.

Kissing requires the right mood, and arguing is no different. Recalling Shi Lei's expression just now, I even suspected that he still loved me.

Jian Yanwei's eyes were filled with utter astonishment; he wanted to explain and retort, but as he opened his mouth, no words came out.

The moment she stepped out of the car door, a rich scent of the ocean rushed toward her, accompanied by a faintly chilling sea breeze.

The older he grew, the harder his heart became! As for whether Madam Zheng cherished him or not, he cared about it even less.

With a tacit understanding, the two of them refrained from mentioning yesterday; with a tacit understanding, they stopped holding onto their anger; with a tacit understanding, they remained just as they had always been.

Doubts already lingered in his heart, scattering his thoughts as he calculated just who within the imperial court dared to hoodwink him and the empress dowager, defying the monarch and deceiving the state. Filled with suspicion and eager to return to the capital immediately to investigate thoroughly, he did not answer Nanxiang right away.

Zhou Zhengye had been searching for an opportunity to talk to Du Yuhan, and he found that the real-life Du Yuhan differed in many ways from the person in his dreams—the real-life Du Yuhan was even more exceptional and captivating than the one in his dreams.

By the time Yu Ling walked out of the shop, the backpack on her shoulders was more than half lighter, and her pockets held two legally binding slips of paper.

He did not wish to drag Jian Nanfeng into the grievances between them; this was what Xing Xizhou cared about most.

Jilongju offered an apologetic smile and bowed once more to the sallow-faced middle-aged man, thanking him for saving Ji Yebu.

That ethereal immortal was a genuine disciple who had practiced asceticism in the White Day Gate for decades, a genius explicitly permitted by the sect to descend the mountain at will, yet he had only reached the realm of consummate control.

"I am truly sorry, I forgot to bring my wish-fulfilling jade vase." Bodhisattva Guanyin used such a lame excuse to reject Chen Guangrui.

"Since you've already held hands, you might as well keep holding it. Just chop off your left hand." So it was the left hand! Serafell fiercely trampled upon her fantasy of El's left hand in her heart, completely oblivious to the fact that her companion seemed to misunderstand her words.

Luo Yin looked expressionlessly at this overconfident Spirit-Realm demon cultivator. The Nine Swords of the Galaxy struck, and a sword beam of starlight flashed across the cultivator's neck in an instant, effortlessly cutting down several demonic beasts trailing behind as well.

"In addition!" Saying this, the city lord paused for a moment. "If the challenger defeats the challenged, the challenger immediately assumes the defeated person's rank on the Heavenly Ranking." At this, an uproar broke out in the audience, though the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking remained completely unmoved, as if this matter had nothing to do with them at all.