Chapter 594: Waiting for the Flowers to Bloom

Zheng Hongmei stared blankly at her son, unsure what to do.

She had imagined countless scenarios of reuniting with her son, but now that they were face to face, she realized imagination was just imagination, and no words could describe her feelings at this moment.

There's a saying: near home, one grows timid—timid of familiar scenery, of familiar people.

Zheng Hongmei probably felt something similar now.

In her expectations, she should have rushed forward.

"It is our honor that Young Master Ye attended my wedding with my wife. If we have failed to entertain you properly, please forgive us, Young Master Ye," Jiang Jingshen said with a fawning tone.

She knew Feng Qi's only weakness was Emperor Chu Yao of Xuan Yuan, so she spoke sharply, deliberately pouring salt into Feng Qi's wounds, each word piercing the heart, sinking deep into the lungs; in fury, Feng Qi slapped her hard.

Like the Daoist and the retired Persimmon, though seasoned competitors, they were only second or third tier compared to the Demon King.

After eating lunch at the base, everyone happily left to go out and have fun.

No matter what intimate contact he had with the original Su Xin, it was she who now controlled this body.

Even someone as carefree as Xuan Yi didn't notice what emotion Nan Duoduo was feeling, even if he heard it.

She could only crouch, dusty and disheveled, near the elevator, her dark, glossy eyes fixed on the elevator doors.

But Lona became even more lost—had the outside world been unified by mutants? She couldn't help but drift into wild thoughts.

Zhang Dazhuang didn't hesitate for a moment—he handed the phone to Cheng An and even greeted the other party.

Yan Ximeng, standing not far behind Zhang Xinhan, paused—when had she ever said such a thing?

"Then can I at least say I came later but surpassed you?" His large palm gently caressed her fair, soft cheek, his smile laced with tenderness, his action answering his care and affection for her—so tender, like stroking the finest silk, afraid of damaging her skin.

Compared to before, fewer than one in ten of the soldiers still followed him, their bodies riddled with wounds corroded by black mist, oozing blood, while the ground beneath their feet was littered with jelly-like chunks of black mist cut away by their weapons.

Seeing this, they hurried over, demanding a swap—different flavors! All the same flavor? That won't do. They all knew these brats—Chou Er Dan and the others—they were all in sixth grade this year.

Everyone has moments of softness, but Gongnan Chen never tried to accept her past of saving her father—he never once thought her worth more than the company's reputation.

The tall fox nodded and said, "I heard Marcella mention that the Yimian clan, though a fire race, possess other powers within the three Norni sisters."

According to the list, his opponent remained utterly incomprehensible; the production team only stated the recording time, location, and contact number—nothing about who his opponents were.

As expected, barely had the news of Shenduan spread when Gelarisha, who had been closely watching the Gu Che incident, received word.

Wang Xiuzhi and Zhao Aifen received the same number of eggs—likely out of consideration for Zhao Aifen, which was only natural.

Yang Huairen lived a carefree life, undisturbed—he could leisurely cook, fish, care for the children, and then, with his wife, indulge in unrestrained intimacy.

Yes, only his power was strong—his heart remained as fragile as glass.

"Don't grieve, Master Zhu. These matters of fate and chance—I, Fan Yuncheng, have endured far too many. I'll be fine," Fan Yuncheng comforted him.

The past two years were fine—the family still had some savings, but Song Yongmei was greedy, craved meat and fine food, lazy and gluttonous, always grabbing the best, and her words could choke a man—how could an ordinary household be wealthy?

"Are you Mr. Su? This is Gary Dukart, Sophia's father," a deep voice rang out.

The bronze mirror hanging from the ceiling rotated slowly at a constant speed, its surface occasionally flashing a dim yellow light.

Yan Fei gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and stepped out of Yu'er's room; when he reached the courtyard center, he saw under the cold moonlight, Ling Xiao standing still, holding a bundle, waiting for him.

Because others were nearby, his wording was slightly veiled, but Poseidon understood—he snuggled in Su Ya's arms, whimpering pitifully, acting like a child begging to be coddled.

But in an instant—Sugar? If it were a game, she'd definitely be the MT; though not a wall of steel, she had an unyielding heart, rarely shedding tears.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the Ling Po standing before her—still ugly, yet strangely familiar.

Perhaps Hua Jianxiu wouldn't make mistakes, but if you looked at everything backward, it was startling—her heart instinctively resolved to leave.

Divine light instantly enveloped Feng Sichen, descending from her head, binding her arms tightly. Caught off guard, Feng Sichen wanted to dodge but found she couldn't move—she was bound fast.

Ignoring his pain, he gripped the tip of the Li Quan Divine Spear with one hand and drove it violently into his own wound, letting the blade pierce through his shoulder, then slowly inching it along the shaft, forcing both crescent bronze blades to slash toward Yang Ye.

Gu Lan Yi's gaze shifted—he fixed his eyes on the giant, making the man step back sharply, as if startled.

In the gallery, she saw that Sima Qiqi's Niu Ben was actually the same man she'd seen in the hospital wearing a fake gold chain—she nodded slightly; now Niu Ben wore formal attire, even removed the gold chain from his neck, and Sima Qiqi found it amusing.

At the old man's command, dozens of disciples from Zi Xu Temple immediately drew their weapons, surrounding Liu Xuan and shielding her in the center.

The Chen family of Suzhou was a renowned Wu Lin clan in Jiang Nan, always prioritizing reputation; this time, Chen Fengshu and Liu Tianmei came from afar seeking their grandfather and grandson, precisely to prevent them from practicing summoning arts that might endanger the Chen family's standing in the Wu Lin.