Chapter 832: He Chen Called Me Baby!

Is this something to say?

The crowd internally scoffed, but the thought vanished instantly; their focus remained on He Chen’s way of speaking.

So expressive and shocking!

And it carried a strange sense of humor!

Overall, it was intensely impactful and unforgettable.

Chen Xiaozheng watched as He Chen, with just one sentence, silenced everyone; in contrast, his own performance made him feel deeply inadequate.

He Chen didn’t need to

Upon seeing the newcomer, Liu Guoyuan and Liu Baihui father and son slightly paled, instinctively glancing at Ling Hao.

Before the crowd could recover from their shock, Ling Hao pulled out another medicine box, opened it, and revealed another ten vials of Blood Yang Vine extract.

Ling Hao also blinked in surprise, then made a shushing gesture, used a light technique, and gently pulled Sun Zimiao behind a stack of herbs facing away from the elevator entrance.

The news was officially announced by the production team, tagging Li Biying’s name and posting a photo of her.

As Fang Heng spoke, his body turned, as if seeking a quiet place elsewhere for cultivation.

Looking at himself, Fang Heng nodded in satisfaction; the next moment, without hesitation, his body surged forward, bursting through the exit of this world fragment and flying back into the outside world.

Qi Huan’s words struck each syllable against Qi Taihe’s heart; if he had still harbored illusions before, today’s events were enough to force him into reflection.

“I was thinking the same.” It seemed Lu Chen wasn’t the only one itching to fight—Su Mu also intended to act.

The origin of the New-Old War was that both the New Gods and the Ancient Gods foresaw the universe’s ultimate fate.

The “Demon Seed” on Mu Qing’s wrist, though temporarily suppressed by ice, would keep Qi Huan unsettled unless completely eradicated.

Feng Linshi gasped in fury—how dare he call her an old witch? She raised her hand to slap Lin Miao.

On the city wall, Shen Yue Qianhe’s body suddenly shattered into countless white paper cranes, flying toward Ji Yue.

When Yun Tu opened her eyes again, she found herself inside a forest.

The Thirteenth Prince rode back to Guā’ěrjiā’s side; seeing her swaying as if about to collapse, he quickly reached out, grabbed her horse’s reins, dismounted first, then helped her down from her saddle.

“But I have no money and don’t want to live in a tree—what should I do?” Yun Tu crossed her arms, her eyes flickering rapidly, as if calculating something.

True, Qiu Feng had always been bold in love and hate, decisive in character; but Tong Yu never imagined that one day Qiu Feng would walk calmly toward death, with not a shred of will to live.

“I can’t go this afternoon—I have several meetings to host. After dropping you off, I must head straight to the company,” Hu Qingnan said.

The Phantom Beast Annals record that under rare circumstances, the Seven-Colored Devouring Sky Serpent may ascend to the Divine Beast realm, becoming the Nine-Colored Devouring Sky Serpent.

“That works. I’ll log this debt—next time I’ll treat you to dinner as an apology.” Yun Shaofeng’s eyelid twitched, yet he grew even more courteous. Seeing Tao Ran and Yu Feifei holding hands, he fell silent, a shadow of gloom passing through his eyes.

Ever since the post went viral, Li Qing’s private messages have been 99+ daily; he loved reading them because many were confessions, praising his excellence and offering to bear his children.

Ruan Ying didn’t hear—it wasn’t enough after swiping her card; she wanted to pick out a few ties for Lu Fengchuan too.

She fiddled with the diamond crown—it was something she’d spotted while reading royal gossip, cut out from a magazine—but she didn’t know how to wear it.

Gu Yier, seeing her nervousness, quickly placed her hands on the side table, then glanced meaningfully at Ji Bailie.