Chapter 194: Happy Times

Zhou Congfang's body was too weak; after a surge of intense emotion, she suddenly fainted dead away.

This left the father and son flustered and scrambling, while the grandmother remained remarkably calm, clearly not encountering this situation for the first time.

"Carry her to the bed; she'll be fine after a good sleep."

Hearing this, Zhao Dezhu reached out, lifted Zhou Congfang, and walked toward the room, noticing how incredibly light she was.

Zhao Ruijin was about to follow, but the grandmother reached out and pulled him back.

She had fully entered meditation, shutting off her five senses, feeling both delight and surprise as the power of the Origin Source poured in wildly.

"It's him! But isn't this too coincidental?" Yang Ying's mouth hung open as the information sheet on Ji Han slipped from her hand to the floor.

But to prevent her thoughts from becoming strange, Weiwei forced herself to keep her distance from the other person and answered the question about her true name.

A hundred-meter-tall "Origin Beast," bearing a tiger's head and a lion's head, came charging wildly.

Qin Tian spent a month fully refining half of the Great Sage of Yin and Yang's inheritance power.

Old Wu's alchemy technique was cast too smoothly; the fusion of laws had long since reached perfection, leaving almost no trace of its workings.

Having barely endured that exceptionally long night, the moment the sun rose, Old Ding couldn't wait to arrive at the factory.

Lin Feng gave a sheepish smile; when had the hospital ever been cheap, and besides, he wasn't exactly close with the other party.

Jin Nanzhou felt immense shame in his heart; this was even more humiliating and painful than being openly mocked and ridiculed to his face.

Suddenly, the Sect Master of the Cloud Tiger Sect erupted, leaped into the air, and threw a punch with ten thousand tons of force, a destructive blow capable of ruining heaven and earth, unstoppable in its momentum.

But the consequences were also huge, because the Nine Heavens Ascension Platform was monitored everywhere by people from the Heavenly Dao Divine Palace.

The Star Lord realm was not far off; Qin Chuan felt a slight anticipation. Once he reached the Star Lord realm, Qin Chuan would be confident enough to face any level of Star Lord; even a half-step realm within the Star Lord tier, he was confident he could easily destroy.

The evening shoot wasn't too extensive; they modified a few scenes and discussed some inadequate parts with Fu Xin together. By the time they wrapped up, it was already past ten o'clock.

It was still early; Mo Fan drove Luo Yan in the car, heading toward the Immortal Mountain Tourism Group.

Lifting his gaze, Lin Tianyou looked at the giant bat that had appeared, killing intent radiating strongly from his body.

Similarly, the ghostly aura waves from the Mourning Ghost's mouth could not hit Mo Fan; they were shattered the moment they drew near.

Passing through an archway, they arrived at the inner hall, and upon looking, "Huo," the line of people was incredibly long, a dense black mass; patients lined up one after another, with only one allowed to enter as one exited the door. Ransui must be holding court inside the room. I quickly joined the end of the line, estimating I'd have to wait a while.

Then, looking inside, they found the furnishings were actually quite tidy, all very old objects brimming with a sense of history.

At this moment, Yang Yin could not hear anything around him; he was closing his eyes, sensing his own body.

Both of them hoped for a son, hoping their son would be superior to themselves. But was General Yu Chang, who was fourteen years old and nearly invincible below the Demon God realm, really their son?

Having observed this Buddhist restriction for a long time with the Yin-Yang Cave Deep Eye, Chu Wangshu suddenly felt dizzy and giddy; he realized he had been using the Eye for too long, so he quickly withdrew his magic power to avoid damaging his eyes.

"No need for courtesy; how is Hong Tianzhen's condition?" Lin Xiaofeng said, looking at a seventy-year-old elder standing nearby.

They had already reached the doorway, but at this time, the room should have been locked from the inside to prevent anyone from disturbing them. Manager Bai was asking An Xiaozhong for instructions on whether to knock on the door.

"Elder Zhuang! The fog ahead is thick; you shall clear the path for everyone!" Yue Changkong ordered directly.

"The friend you speak of, could it be Xu You?" Zhou Yang guessed, then saw a strange light flicker in the other's eyes, knowing his guess was correct.