Volume One, Chapter 44: I Just Want a Grandchild as Soon as Possible

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The research laboratory did not occupy much space. According to Mu Bai’s estimate, it was no more than a thousand square meters.

Xu Yang’s gaze turned toward the exit of the mining area. There stood a gigantic stone wall, with a passage opened beneath it. The entrance was sealed by a stone gate, guarded on either side by a full twenty overseers.

The man showed no suspicion. “You’ve certainly thought this through.” As he spoke, he forced Fu Duoduo forward step by step.

This was Xia An’s purpose: to make her understand that even a god born from a human could be just as peculiar. So why should she torment herself over being a god born from a slime?

But at that very moment, there came a sharp clang. The weapon in the enemy’s hand snapped cleanly in two. Immediately afterward, a bloodstain appeared across his neck. An expression of disbelief surfaced in his eyes, and then his head fell from his body.

In the Infernal Plane, at Return Fortress, mortals from every corner of the Main Plane thronged the streets, each face beaming with joy.

Still, seeing how delighted Wang Hao was, it was unexpectedly another way to make this technical genius finally settle down.

The deep murderous intent carried in Wu Zhongguo’s cold laugh sent a shiver through everyone present—not even the policemen were spared.

Only after reading this passage did He Chen’s heart finally settle. The pose shown in the illustration was truly bizarre. If one had to strike such a pose during battle, it would be utterly ridiculous. How could a righteous sect possess such a comical martial technique? Fortunately, once the Azure-Heaven’s-Hatred technique was mastered, there was no longer any need to assume that strange posture.

However, Liu Qiangdong was a man with an intense need for control. He needed to calculate how much capital would be required to secure Jingdong’s next stage of development, and how many shares he would have to surrender while still retaining absolute control of the company.

Just as I expected, and I let out a sigh of relief as well. The thing called an external incarnation was simply too sinister.

Seeing Qian Zong start running—and eating as he ran—Hua Yueyin was so enraged by his smug appearance that she nearly burst into flames.

“Life forced me into this. I used to be quite gentle, actually. But after meeting a moron like Lin Qingfeng, if I didn’t keep him under control, he’d turn the whole world upside down,” Liu Pin said helplessly.

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Kong Yuan had no idea that her aunt had been frightened into breaking out in a cold sweat. Nor did she know that the woman’s thoughts had already made countless turns. She merely smiled without arguing, thinking that her aunt had spent her life secluded in the inner chambers and had seen very few men—nothing more than a money-loving elder brother and a father fond of weeping, with her grandfather at the Imperial College if one counted carefully.

Cheng Yuan asked with concern. Since she could no longer sleep in the dark room, the quality of her sleep had become especially poor, and she had spent the entire night plagued by nightmares.

Which one of them was not an old unit with a long and glorious tradition? Their combat abilities were naturally formidable. Relatively speaking, however, Steel Seventh Company was just a little stronger.

At this moment, only the men were speaking. Kong Yuan leaned beside Madam Li, curiously studying the hunter. Her previous life had been filled with hardship, and she had encountered assassins several times, but never a hunter.

“Look at the state you’re in now! By then, who knows what you’ll become! A bear—a great big bear!” Du Moyan silently swept his gaze over the group, then curled the corners of his lips toward the sky.

Before he could answer, Cheng Yuan rose and went exploring. The sky shimmered with dazzling colors, while farther away it faded into a sea of hazy white mist. She kept walking and walking, until she reached the place where the mist was thickest.

By the time she realized that something was wrong and tried to hold her breath, the colorless, odorless white powder had already been inhaled through her mouth and nose.

The smile on Dongfang Yunxing’s face only widened. The next second, just as the man’s body was about to touch her, Dongfang Yunxing deftly shifted aside, seized the red wine bottle on the table, and smashed it directly against his head.

What a joke. He had come all the way to Sucheng, not to meet those two old men! Since neither of them was here, he might as well take advantage of the opportunity to properly cultivate his feelings with Ye Jinmu.

A week later, Chunyang returned to their base in Africa with Golden Forty-Five in tow. Clearly, this time no one could stop Set from making his return.

Liao Xi felt nothing in particular. He had never cared about numbers; the soldiers under his command were unquestionably the strongest in combat. Yet when his gaze shifted, it was the hostility from Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, and Gongsun Zan that caught his attention.

“Go away. You’re annoying me!” Yililian slapped him to the ground, where he stuck so firmly that no one could pry him loose.

Lin An’an moved her lips, but for a moment no words came out. She had not expected this somewhat foolish-looking policewoman to be so calm and rational, and could not help seeing her in a new light.

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Although the two of them had long been famous to each other, the truth was that they had never met at such close range. After all, Old Master Jiang normally lived in Shencheng and would only travel to the Imperial Capital to meet a few of his old friends there.

But the most important reason was that she had firmly believed Chu Qinghan would never do anything to betray or harm her, no matter what. That was why she was unwilling to conceal this matter from him.

“Very well. Then I’ll wait a few days and see exactly what attributes Xue Rengui and Yue Fei possess.” Liao Xi smiled faintly as he spoke.

That speech by Ziying completely ignited the fury of King Zhao Zheng of Qin. In particular, Ziying’s final assertion that an attack on Chu would inevitably end in defeat was a blatant slap in Zhao Zheng’s face.

The call Arkadio had just received was connected to the fact that he, Reis, William, and Zeppe were standing off against one another with guns in full view of the crowd.

This time, having encountered such a high-quality escort as Ziying, Madam Liu smiled so broadly that the flesh on her face seemed ready to bloom like a flower.

At that moment, the heavens and earth within the forbidden ground thundered. Wild winds howled, and wave after wave of power descended, blasting the surrounding region into fragments.

The final step was to bend the bow little by little. That was what Zhu Ming had requested. Traditional craftsmanship called for heating the bow over a fire, but that would certainly weaken its strength. Since there were plenty of craftsmen available, they might as well bend it slowly, piece by piece, until it formed the required curve.

“This is only what the city looks like. You haven’t seen the people outside the city—they can’t even get a mouthful of rice gruel,” Shangguan Fei said dismissively.

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