Chapter 103: Dou Dou Files a Complaint

“How did you end up here?”

Shen Siyuan took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and asked Dou Dou.

“Because sister won’t play with me,” Dou Dou grumbled.

She stamped her tiny feet and waved her little arms like a nosy old woman—well, she’d come to complain again.

But Shen Siyuan knew that Xiao Yue and Duo Duo weren’t the kind of kids who’d abandon their little sister.

So he asked: “Did you upset them?”

They found a restaurant near the company; the manager booked a private room, and kept urging Jian Yu to order, but Jian Yu just said anything was fine.

Jin Lufeng hung his head, face twisted in pain, letting his grandfather scold him—he was the one who hurt the most over his grandfather’s plight.

The ambush had just begun; a trillion-strong demonic army descended upon the summit of Buzhou Mountain under the leadership of Emperor Jun, Dong Huang, and Kunpeng, with the Demon Empress and Toad Empress among them.

The doctor routinely asked about Ye Tongyu’s physical condition, then prescribed a blood test for hCG.

The Holy Emperor Wanli wore a bright yellow dragon robe and a Yi Shan crown, standing on the platform and nodding to them.

“Get out of the way!” Zheng Chenheng had barely finished speaking when he reached for a tissue to wipe the fluid dripping from Xichen’s groin—only to be glared at angrily, his hand swatted away, and Xichen walked out.

His dumb wife was slow to react; without him around, how could he stop others from taking advantage of her?

Qi Ling’er snatched the wine cup and, with her finger, swirled it along the bottom—scraping off a thick layer of sediment and powder.

Director Peng held Young Master Yu in his arms and fiercely plundered the soft flesh inside his mouth.

An Zichang finally noticed Du Hengshuang had guests; he forced patience to nod at her, then turned and left first.

Qin Anyi slowly, painstakingly absorbed these energies; whether in his understanding of elements or his capacity to hold divine power, he progressed bit by bit over time.

The old nurse saw the dark shadow in her eyes and guessed the seed of suspicion had already taken root—so she said no more.

Speaking of the GV team, Liu Yu remembered the phone call Li Bing had made him two days ago—Li Bing had rejoined the GV team.

After descending roughly three thousand meters, Wang Yiran pulled Qin Anyi’s hand, signaling him to pause briefly.

“I saw him once before—he’s really tall, almost as tall as Chi Lang! Looks under thirty! Most unforgettable is his gaze—gray and dull, like a dead man’s; just looking at him gives you the creeps!” said Big Guy.

Yi Shuihan held his sword upside down by the hilt, the blade mere centimeters from Long Yu’s nose; its icy breath made Long Yu sneeze. “Fine sword!” The old man standing still glanced at Yi Shuihan’s blade, sighed, and exclaimed aloud.

“Restrictions? Didn’t you say once the integrity reached thirty percent, there’d be no problem?” Qin Anyi frowned.

Thus, as his strength grew, the Qilin King grew increasingly indifferent to everything around him; in his eyes, there was nothing but power.

The monkey and Zhu Qing each fired one shot; the two Japanese soldiers rolled off the roof.

More than half an hour passed, then a sidecar motorcycle arrived; the man climbed aboard and drove off with a “putt-putt-putt.” The monkey and Zhu Qing couldn’t outrun a motorcycle for long, so they ran along the roadside, chasing forward.

There was one final word she didn’t speak—she slid off the chair, fell to the ground, and immediately stopped breathing.

She still harbored certain secrets; he understood. There was time enough—someday, he would erase every bad thing in her heart.

Day passed, then the entire night passed; by the next morning, everyone rose from meditation, their strength restored by more than half, spirits high.