Chapter 811

“No way, that’s not true, how could this possibly happen!” Zhu Xiaobei instinctively launched her classic trio of denials.

“Oh my god! It’s actually true!” Li Weijuan immediately interpreted the trio of denials as confirmation and screamed in shock.

“He Chen is too invincible! Does he seduce both men and women? Even Zhu Xiaobei, this tomboy, has been conquered by He Chen? Wait, Zhu Xiaobei, what’s going on with you?”

“There’s nothing surprising about it—when you like your master…”

Until Jiu Lang was born, and Wan Niang saw how Jiu Lang had lived just as she had, suffering humiliation in the He household, she began to consider sending Jiu Lang back.

As time passed, more and more voices joined in, reporting their own achievements.

This time Tang Fan had truly gone all in—he didn’t know how Lin Xianle would feel if she found out about this.

Jun Yan shook his head, not revealing his inner thoughts to Qing Shiying; instead, he lifted his head and gazed at him, his eyes blazing with fierce battle lust.

Li Tongtong stayed with the tour group for half a month; as soon as the couple arrived, she fixated on them—a young pair who had come to travel hoping to adopt a child; they had been married five years without conceiving, and in central China there was a custom that adopting a child and raising it would bring fertility.

This kind of “cold and casual” behavior somehow inexplicably won many positive reviews from the audience?

And his eighteen Dao companions could be called the Eighteen Arhats, each unique—among them was one so plump she surpassed Yang Imperial Consort in fullness, though her face was certainly nowhere near as beautiful as Yang Imperial Consort’s.

One could say they had long known of each other’s arrival—there were scouts ahead, so they couldn’t possibly be unaware—but they continued marching all the way until they met.

Nan Gong Batian seemed not to notice his son’s smile and pressed on: Nan Gong Batian was the patriarch of the Nan Gong clan; despite his outward kindness, no one who rose to lead a clan could possibly be good-natured.

That illustration was actually on the second page, right after the table of contents—that very picture.

If this situation continued, even if they managed to kill Lou Zhiyuan, few of them would likely survive.

Most people felt the reporter’s actions were inappropriate—after all, a hospital was a place for healing and saving lives.

Looking at the blessing pill before him, Li Cheng’s eyes filled with tears that streamed down his face; Zhao Qian Sun hadn’t understood Gao Dacai’s intentions, but Li Cheng had figured it out.

This song wasn’t widely known in the country at first, but recently it had exploded in popularity.

This meant that even if he lost every remaining match, he had already secured a top-thirty finish in the Hundred Nations Competition.

If he were accidentally seized by Kong Xuan, it would be like a lamb walking into a tiger’s mouth—getting him back would be impossible.

Ye Han was still here, fighting and training, refining the Sword-Controlling Scripture until it became even more flawless, as natural as extending his own limbs.

This time, Wei Zhiqiang’s wedding venue was the same hotel where Cheng Shiyuan had married, and even more coincidentally, the hall they chose was identical to the one Cheng Shiyuan had used.

Ming He was different—he had cultivated the Dao through cosmic principles, all his power belonged to himself, and thus his combat potential was extraordinary; one drew upon external force, the other wielded his own—this distinction was crystal clear to the Three Pure Ones.

Luo Tian’s current target was the realm once belonging to Wuji Holy Academy, now occupied by the Flower Demon Clan.

But even if they thought going there would help, what could they possibly do to stop Chen Hao?

The cultivators of all races, who had long worried about the future of the Divine Realm Continent, suddenly discovered that Shen Luo had long since returned to the human race and lived peacefully for years.

The Bing Luo Clan aimed to break through Han Feng Realm at once; the human forces of Han Feng Realm, in turn, would fight to the death to defend their homeland.

Yan Qian couldn’t help laughing—she had never seen Fang Yuyan like this before, and with Fang Yuyan beside her, she felt utterly confident.

Thus, Fang Yuyan led the group out of Hong Gui Fang in broad, unchallenged fashion—no one dared step forward to stop them. Since it was a festival, the streets remained brightly lit; breathing the outside air, the girls, reborn, smiled once more.

If someone else heard this, they’d surely be shocked and think Li Sheng was insane—but I believe it’s entirely possible.

Li Er’s aunt spat dismissively to the side, eyeing the mistress’s flamboyant attire with clear contempt.

The crowd immediately pursued, only to find the air before them frozen—a massive, immense sheet of ice blocking their path.

Almost no one could completely overpower another—they were the most influential figures among the Pale Ring humans.

Liang Xiu glanced back at Wei Tao, seeing his hollow, shattered expression; she suddenly felt a pang of guilt—had she gone too far?

She had never imagined renting a house would bring her such bad luck—meeting someone like this. If she hadn’t been looking to rent, how would Zhang Anyan have ended up in this situation?

Saying this, she pulled out the sewing basket she had moved aside, smiled gently, and pointed to the embroidery pattern for Wang Jie to see.

Though the many black-clad men were fierce, they now showed fear before this towering monster.

Tang Wei, gripping the collar of the suspect, grew furious; with a sharp tug, the criminal’s face twisted in agony. Through the collar, the criminal’s slender neck felt in his hand like a dried twig, ready to snap.

“Let’s go back!” Zhang Anyan didn’t pull away his hand or deny the connection—but she hadn’t forgotten that this pretended relationship still needed to be stopped, at least not at the cost of his reputation.

After Grandpa ran into the forest, he found the trees densely packed and the forest’s area seemingly vast—so he began to maneuver against these barbarians within the woods.

The dish they mentioned was actually stir-fried eggplant with soy sauce—but no one knew how the chef here had prepared it, making it so delicious: the sauce rich and savory, the eggplant melting on the tongue.

Xuan Ling gritted his teeth in fury—if he weren’t unwilling to quarrel with a child, he’d have kicked him flying.

What did this phenomenon signify? Did it mean Gao Ming had truly matured—or had he suffered premature psychological decay, losing his confidence?

Luo Lie chose not to flee—the soldiers had already surrounded the old heated bed; forcing through would mean facing a hail of bullets. Life is full of opportunities—never rush.