Chapter 289: Fantasizing About What the Child Will Look Like (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Teacher Qi Hao originally intended to say goodbye after eating, but after eating, he was invited to stay and accompany everyone to play mahjong.

"I don't know how to play mahjong very well, and I don't have time to play this usually."

Teacher Qi Hao pushed back again and again.

Because he saw his uncle take out banknotes, it seemed he wanted to play for money.

Actually, playing mahjong for money was very common.

If the purpose of playing mahjong is entertainment rather than profit, and the gambling stakes are small, it is usually not considered an illegal act.

The courtyard was empty, so he sat in the courtyard for a whole night. In the early morning, the breeze blew, and there was some chill. The birds began to chirp, chirping for a long time, and one could see birds flying low to hunt for food in the sky.

"Just that simple? In order to see the world you don't know, you spent so much money? Using 100 billion to buy danger? Are you a fool?" Bai Feifei had never seen such a person.

"Let me burn this Great Emperor's Edict! The Dao of the Blood Demon is truly devoid of conscience!" Han Yi pinched out a Divine Flame seal, trying to burn the Blood Demon Great Emperor's edict to nothing, but the flames generated by the Divine Flame seal were completely ineffective against it, not even burning a single bit.

It turned out that this was a letter written by Bai Ling to her mother, but it was a letter that couldn't be handed to her mother. What was written inside were some of her inner thoughts, used to vent the pressure in her heart.

Not only immortals, gods, demons, and monsters, but all surviving cultivators flew away, leaving only the mortals who had lost all hope.

"Leave some for me! You can't swallow it all alone!" In the doctor's office, Li Jing's voice came.

Du Jun easily took back the rusty knife, as if the rusty knife just wanted to take a look and led him here. Holding the rusty knife, Du Jun's eyes flickered. This rusty knife came from the Evil Tower. Could it be that this place had some connection with the Evil Tower?

Xu Feng's last sentence was to that middle-aged man. Today he came to the countryside to serve. First, he was to complete the task, and second, he was to let his Rejuvenation Technique experience increase more. He didn't want to cause so many things, and this matter was easy to investigate; he was not in a hurry.

The Prince of Ning felt incomparably sweet, and infinite love surged in his heart. His gaze became scorching.

Li Sifan naturally didn't believe that two high school students summoned the legendary creature. The Dark Manifestation Master who could summon the Manic King was of value to him that was even on par with the All-Manifestation Codex. That was simply a miracle.

Because it started from Mei Yu, Xin Lingling took the words, so clockwise, it was Meng Zhuang's turn. Although no one had set this rule, some rules came naturally.

Although they were all locals, these things were really not rare items, but buying them from the local market and bringing them from home were ultimately different. Those who were thoughtful could understand.

Looking at it this way, it was unknown whether Su Ziyin instructed him to come, but even the Zhou family themselves knew that Qin Luo would visit tonight.

Ever since she witnessed Luo Yanxue throwing needles and poisoning Madam Luo, she, Luo Hengbo, would never show mercy to her again.

Marquis of Wucheng—this title didn't count for much in the Great Han. Although there were not many people who were enfeoffed as marquises due to military merit in recent years, there were definitely not few.

Even if it was automatic driving, the uncle actually couldn't accept it. He had complained more than once: if it weren't for the damn automatic driving, I would still be a veritable old driver now, not like now, reduced to a mobile security guard and community director on the bus.

In the hall that looked like a church sanctuary, the man on the throne opened his eyes. Although he didn't speak, his obviously hurried breathing and the trembling fingers clasped on the gilded armrests all showed that he was very angry.

The environment here was also relatively complex. Between various boxing gyms, apart from formal sparring and martial arts competitions, private fights were also constant. Every few days, there would be one or two bloody incidents.

Sitting in front were He Changfeng and his wife. The old couple had a very good relationship and held hands when they spoke. ===== CHAPTER 290 =====