Chapter 308: Mama

"Doudou, don't take Tang Tang's bike."

"Hehehe~ I'll just ride it for a little bit," Doudou said.

"You've ridden long enough. And DouDou—I didn't mean you, I meant Doudou, right?"

"I'm teaching her to ride," DouDou said.

"Do you like tricycles so much?" Shen Siyuan asked.

"Mmm-hmm," DouDou nodded eagerly; when she was little, she never had a bike like this.

"Then when we get back, I"

Fang Chen hadn't finished speaking when a powerful aura enveloped them, followed by a cold voice echoing in Fang Chen's ears.

So, surrounded by five or six police officers, I was dragged into the police car. Throughout, Anna cried, screamed, and flashed her credentials—but the cops ignored her completely, and eventually took me away.

This time, Li Zedao didn't re-enter Yinyou Mountains; instead, he detoured around them and finally entered Youyu territory.

"Demon from afar, come out and die!" At this point, Lu Liang was utterly furious—he no longer cared about anything else, drew Guiqie, and the blade let out roars like dragons and tigers.

No one expected the Lion Dog to cut in from such a corner, and no one imagined the agile Yajie would be instantly killed first.

I couldn't hold back anymore; by the end, I was screaming in agony. I swear, this was the most excruciating pain I'd ever endured—I felt like I was dying, no! I wanted to die right now, damn it!

"Eat a ghost's big head!" Lin Ruoyan's tears swirled in her eyes, on the verge of spilling.

This time, everyone's hearts and lungs tingled. Watching the situation on both sides, they realized they shouldn't have alienated both factions so completely.

The surrounding guards saw their Supreme God's expression and instantly felt a chill down their spines—they knew that whenever he looked like this, he was remembering Xiuyao Supreme God.

In fact, that was exactly the case: Emperor Yan was one generation senior to Emperor Huang of the Yellow Clan, so Emperor Huang's son was of the same generation as Shennong's Ji Zi; the man before Ji Yi, Jiang Siya, was a great-grandson of Shennong—thus one generation junior to Ji Yi.

The two exchanged glances, each seeing doubt in the other's eyes; though the air reeked of heavy blood, not a single drop was visible—their mistress lay serene and peaceful.

"Then what do you mean?" Sun Shangxiang stared at Long Yuan, then as if remembering something, stepped forward and whispered something into Long Yuan's ear.

"What makes you think you're worthy of provoking such a force?" Lan Qin laughed loudly, clearly disbelieving.

So whether for the sake of his plan or his own safety, the Tenth Ancestor had better remain sealed away.

Lin Xue'er grew more and more convinced the painting was excellent; Ba Da Shan Ren often used symbolic imagery to express emotion—fish, ducks, birds, all with white eyes turned skyward, brimming with stubborn spirit.

However, during the ingestion of Hongmeng Purple Qi, Hongjun Daoist was too hasty, causing violent clashes between the different strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi due to their conflicting laws.

At that moment, shouts erupted from twelve directions, thundering toward the heavens—not in panic or fear, but in ecstatic excitement, releasing their inner fervor through those roars.

The crowd's scalps prickled, then an icy chill swept over them—not from wind or weather, but a bone-deep, soul-freezing cold; even Jiang Hai, the strongest cultivator who had spent time in the Ice Cave, couldn't bear it, let alone the others—all were seen shivering uncontrollably.

A chilling cold suddenly enveloped Mu Yingting and everyone around him, making them feel as if plunged into an ice cellar—from head to toe, icy numbness, their chests crushed under a mountain, gasping for air.