Volume 1, Chapter 39: Paternity Test: Lu Junshen, Are You Disappointed?

Inside the carriage, Yun Chu sat to one side, watching her hold Qingjun. Naturally, he felt a sting of jealousy, but since it was her own nephew, it was only right for her to dote on him. As for himself, he was merely an orphan; he should be deeply grateful that she had taken him in at all.

At this moment, in front of Li Chen, Li Xinsheng and the others had already paid their spirit crystals and were preparing to enter the city.

However, the Blood Sage knew very well that at this point, he had nothing left to cling to. Once this lingering obsession dissipated, he would vanish into thin air. At such a time, what else was there that he could not let go of?

"It's not like it's my fault..." Looking at the bruises appearing on his arms one after another, Li Chen felt like crying without tears.

Yet, after hearing the old man's words, Pei Feng wore a bitter expression, at a loss for what to say. Was he supposed to admit that he was that very old man? That the old man, having hit a streak of terrible luck, had died in a hail of gunfire immediately after successfully creating this "Snake Pushing the Swallow" technique?

The Gold and Silver Envoys nodded repeatedly, saying, "Our Master would never deceive us; what Master says must be true!" They scratched their ears and cheeks, brimming with joy.

After all, as long as he kept his life, there was still a chance; if he lost his life, he would have no chance at all.

Seeing Zhang Qi's sorrowful expression, he felt a surge of anger. He wanted to shift the responsibility onto him, but there was no way that would happen.

Su Qing emerged from the cave in a Taoist topknot and robe. The three people outside were shocked and stunned at the sight. Chu Tianqiu felt as if the world had suddenly gone black, plunging him into a bottomless abyss; as for what Su Qing said upon stepping out, not a single word registered in his ears.

"Hehe, don't talk about two days; even ten days would be fine. But Marshal, think about it—who could grant you a royal title? It would never be possible within the borders of the Great Song." Having said this, the cook rose and took his leave.

Long Kun was doing construction work but had never asked his brother, Long Xi, to help. Long Kun thought his brother was skilled, but to prove a point, he was determined not to ask for his help. Besides, just looking at his sister-in-law was enough to make him annoyed—she was always carrying on and flirting, lacking any sense of propriety.

"Let's talk about it on the way back. Get in the car." Wang Feng took the bag from Ding Yuhan's hand and stepped into the car. With a stomp on the accelerator, the Buick sped away.

Li Zhixiao was convinced now, having just had a falling out with the Marquis of Chaozhou. It was awkward to discuss anything further with Liren, so he let his trusted adjutant handle everything. Thus, after a night of consultation, the two sides reached an agreement.

"Young Master Ye, my son didn't explain clearly when he called me this morning. I didn't know it was you who wanted to see me, otherwise, I would have come this morning. Please don't take offense." Jiang Dashan, fearing that Ye Bai was angry, explained himself with a stiff upper lip.

But Wang Bugei was fearless. He exchanged injury for injury with reckless abandon, for even with his Nine Nether Steps, he could not avoid the sheer number of attacks. It was better to take a gamble, but at that moment, heavenly tribulation lightning descended, making his situation even more miserable. He had no choice but to circulate the "Mending" technique to heal his wounds while battling the Dao rules and resisting the periodic strikes of the heavenly tribulation.

"Is it really that miraculous?" Wuma Feichi looked at him with some doubt. Although he knew the man had extraordinary abilities, the future of the Wuma family was at stake, and he dared not act rashly.

"Sister, please, say no more." Jia Sidao knew the cause of the matter and could not bring himself to harbor any desire for revenge. Besides, he had already seen his sister, and although she looked a bit haggard, she was safe and sound. In an instant, even the last shred of his anger toward Liren vanished.

No one interrupted their lunch this time. Although the meal cost Peng Zhenhua nearly ten thousand yuan, he was very satisfied.

"Yadong, what do you think of the name Annie?" Nana stared straight at Yadong, a flicker of indescribable emotion flashing in her eyes.

The gladiator arena was open-air, so Sun Yu and his companions flew directly in. Lanna couldn't wait to jump into the center of the sandy arena. The sand on the ground was slightly crimson—it was said to be stained by the blood of generations of Saiyans who had fought there.

Three incredibly massive battle formations radiated infinite power. Even before they collided, the air currents they generated shattered the void for thousands of miles, and the area of impact was only growing wider.

It could be said that a Licker was born purely for combat; it was a battle machine in every sense of the word.

The situation was critical. The pilot inside the helicopter took off his headset, heard the shouting, and immediately pressed the button for the cabin door, ejecting the rope ladder.

After Norman left, the NYPD's search neared its end. They had scoured the entire Miracle Antique Shop, but they did not find a single member of the Hellfire Club.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of a flute drifted into Chen Zi'ang's ears, and he couldn't help but close his eyes to savor the beauty of the music.

Of course, it was impossible to owe the system billions of exchange crystals. Based on Yang Zheng's understanding of the system, if he didn't have enough crystals, the system would simply stop acting and sell him off directly.

It was only natural not to let him be the leader of the alliance; on the contrary, the actions of the nine great sects and the demonic path were what truly deserved criticism—it was a deviant and rebellious course of action.

"Stay home and behave yourself. Also, don't let anyone else know about this, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble!" After saying this, Sun Yu and Whis vanished from the spot.

The King of Qin turned his head abruptly, ignored Han Fei's sword strike, and punched him directly in the chest.

"I am safe. I want to listen to music. You don't mind, do you?" the boy said, slowly raising his hand toward his face and pulling something out from his sleeve.

"The Thirty-Six Styles of Heavenly Clouds?" Henrietta was utterly bewildered. What kind of magic was this? She had never even heard of it.

Can you imagine the feeling of being in a restroom without the door locked, while someone waits outside, ready to rush in at any moment to "rescue" you?

Just as Yakumo Yukari was preparing to use her sword-flying technique to lift herself out of the sea, a young boy appeared.

She remembered that day very clearly: it was the Chinese New Year. Thousands of lights illuminated the city, a beautiful and enchanting sight. The entire A-City was filled with festive joy, and every household was reunited. She had found out about his barbecue party on the beach in front of his villa, so she went there alone, and sure enough, she found him.

I sat on the window seat for a while, feeling a bit suffocated. Although I had never had any grand expectations, I certainly never imagined that my first Mid-Autumn Festival after marriage would be spent in this way.

"Not only that, but legend has it that the Oracle Island can only be encountered by those destined to find it." As Xiao Momo spoke, her gaze fell upon Lin Daodao, becoming somewhat complex.

Lin Daodao sat leisurely off-stage, writing down data analysis. After testing the "protect the carry" and "cleanup" lineups—both of which had been turned into fools by the opponent's coordinated, forced-engagement tactics—the third test finally swapped in control and sustained output.