Chapter 208: Yun Shu, You Asked Me to Spare Them, But Who Let the Ancestor Spare Me

"Yulou, splitting the family sounds simple on paper. The Wang Shi clan isn't short of people; Rongsheng could take twenty or thirty of them and develop elsewhere without issue.

But have you considered how those branch members will view the family once we split?

Furthermore, Hongmei has been under my control for years. If he reaches Foundation Establishment, will he seek revenge against us?"

As clan head, Wang Xianmao could be cold to outsiders, but he could not be cold and heartless toward his own kin.

Now

If no one else were present here, I would immediately ask him what exactly is going on.

Su Mianmian always worried that Night Brother would be led astray by such a friend, so she never gave Luo Chenxuan a good look.

Seeing this oily, slightly portly old man suddenly appear before her, Su Mianmian, already feeling nauseous, felt even more sick to her stomach. What a joke; with a figure like his, he still wanted to keep her as a mistress?

Watching his figure disappear behind the tree shade, Pei An'an pressed her lips together, and her two legs followed him uncontrollably.

Just now, she had indeed done it to anger Tuoba Ying and to make her face reality. But now, she truly did not want to let go of Jinglan, because she felt her body going weak, as if she were about to faint.

Since he held no aversion to such a married life, he might as well fulfill his duties as a husband in his spare time.

After looking at me carefully, he lowered his head, staring at his own toes in silence.

Wen Yuan had no choice but to grab his hand with her own, trying to break free, but instead he seized her hand, pinned her to the bed with their fingers interlocked, and kissed her deeper.

Su Mianmian's good mood lasted the whole day; that evening, she dragged Ye Shiran to a bar.

After a long while, he hung up the phone, started the car, drove back to the villa, took a shower, and lay on the bed where he and Qin Mu had slept countless times.

"I'll go out tomorrow to see if I can find a job." Liu Qianqian didn't know when she had sat down beside him.

"By My Imperial Decree, deduct three years of the Empress's palace silver, and confer upon Liu Bian the title of Crown Prince of the Great Han! As for Ye Chen, if he asks, leave the explanation to Father. In short, under no circumstances must he be displeased."

For this reason, Bestes had privately spoken with Esdeath many times, suggesting they lower the threshold for choosing a husband, but Esdeath simply would not listen. Helpless, Bestes could only let her do as she pleased.

Luo Ya wore a smiling expression as he explained to Wuchao. The reason he had concealed the truth and not told Wuchao that the pill's effect lasted six hours was that he feared this fellow might not exert himself or play some Wu Xinyan tricks on him.

Hong Kong has never seen anything like this before. Xia Qiu isn't promoting anything; he's just scattering money. Over three hundred thousand could film another movie.

To be precise, if a human obtained a Primordial Spiritual Treasure, they would only need to "drip blood to recognize the master" to gain the right to use it.

Hearing Otsutsuki Torune's words, Ye Jia couldn't help but chuckle mockingly, casting a pitying glance at Otsutsuki Torune. That look was as if viewing an ant, despising all living beings.

Tilting his head slightly in an attempt to dodge the strike, the tiger claw had already swung in fiercely. A hint of mockery appeared on Luo Ya's lips; he neither dodged nor avoided the incoming tiger claw, but instead drove his right foot straight for its face.

At this moment, another figure walked into the building, went straight to the third floor, and met Kakashi in front of the classroom for the first assessment.

With cultivation having an end, the day-after-day loneliness nearly drove Jin Chao mad again. Afterward, this fellow, one day struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, created a clone.

"Aman, since we've already saved the person, a few taels of silver don't matter; give it to him." The cousin who had been following Aman was also startled by the boy's words; once he came to his senses, he quickly urged, "Give it to him."

A pair of silver filigree peach-blossom pearl tassel earrings dangled at her ears; as they swayed, they unexpectedly framed her peach-blossom makeup face, casting it in the brilliance of three springs.