41 "Always Making the Girls Cry"

Father Gu looked toward Lin Zhao.

"This..." With the third daughter-in-law present, Father Gu dared not make the decision himself. He patted his grandson’s head with a loving gaze, saying, "This depends on what your parents think."

Hearing this, the second child turned to look at Lin Zhao.

"Mother, do I have a formal name?" he asked, his voice crisp and clear.

As the sky gradually darkened, Huang Xiulan lit the lamp. The dim, yellow light slanted across the boy, making his eyes appear bright and pure.

"Not yet, but we shall see what your grandfather..."

Inside the bottle crafted within the Void Realm, the Immortal’s blood resembled a drop of liquid ruby, emitting a crystalline luster.

What they feared most were those sporadic gunshots; with nearly every report, a man was struck in the head, leaving nowhere to hide. Trying to dodge only made it more dangerous. First, several officers lost their heads within seconds, followed by the seasoned veterans and masters of evasion being picked off one by one.

For nearly three months, Lin Feng had remained in the artifact-refining sector of the Artifact Sect, focusing intently on practicing his smithing techniques.

"Mr. President, what are your thoughts on the current situation in the Middle Eastern and Indian theaters?" Zeng Qi asked Roosevelt point-blank.

For Guo Zhuoshuo, positioned at the front lines, Fu Zuoyi's uprising could only be described as a mix of shock, joy, and dilemma.

"The Soviet steel torrent will smash through any obstacle!" Tukhachevsky retorted.

Bloody suppression—Fuxi had considered it, but he dared not make such a decision. It was not just Fuxi who had thought of it; Xuanyuan had as well. But each of them held back, bound by their own concerns, leaving them no choice but to drag the matter on.

Upon hearing this, Dou Hongxian was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly. She seemed quite relaxed, showing not the slightest hint of tension.

***

Although Li Kuafu would never utter grand slogans like "My fate is in my own hands, not heaven's," he was always a man who preferred to control his own destiny. Even when facing an opponent as unreachable as the Primordial Heavenly King, Li Kuafu would not openly resist, yet he always insisted on maintaining his true self.

"Brother Kuafu, I am truly sorry. I didn't mean it; this is a token of my respect for you." Not long after Li Kuafu sat down, a soft yet melodious voice spoke up.

If it had been anyone else, regardless of the quality or price of the clothing, Yun Shuang would never have accepted such an intimate and ambiguous gesture. But since it was Lin Yi, it was a different matter entirely. Moreover, Lin Yi had mentioned that many of his own clothes were of this brand.

With the development of the economy, people's wallets were growing thicker, living conditions were improving, and consumption levels were rising. People were becoming increasingly particular and picky about food, and more and more, they cared only for the taste of a dish rather than its price.

"Right, if there is meat, there must also be wine." Wang spoke, and with a flick of his mind, a jar of fine wine emerged from his Sumeru ring.

Thus, Tang Ye, along with Ling Yun and Wang Jianjia, headed toward the location where the intense spiritual energy was manifesting. They arrived at a secluded valley in the mountains. Since it was still early morning, the air was crisp, the vegetation on both sides was glistening with dew, and layers of mist lingered in the distance. The scenery of the valley appeared ethereal and hazy, possessing a truly celestial quality.

A scream echoed throughout the entire factory, but unfortunately, as they were deep within the wild mountains, even the most heart-wrenching shriek would never be heard by anyone from the outside world.

Just as Yan Beixun rushed out, the fierce ghost tore through the red net and flew directly toward the old Mr. Wang, gripping his throat tightly.

Jiang Kun, the Marquis of the previous generation of the Yue territory, was a depraved man. When he first arrived to take office, he saw Dai Yu’s beauty and sought to possess her.

At this moment, her heart was in turmoil. She could not understand what the Dragon Ancestor Bodhi meant by this.

As for becoming stronger, firstly, as time passes, the resentment or malice of a ghost accumulates, allowing it to become more powerful.

An elegant long dress, a high-piled bun, and a beautiful face... the entire carriage seemed to be illuminated by her presence.

They, including Qing Yan and Empress Xuanyuan, were permitted to stay in their tents due to the assassination attempt. Liao Yuanfa also chose the simple task of picking mushrooms.

It had been some time since he left the Sword Sect. Ye Tian did not know how Elder Liu had dealt with Song Dazhu and his companion—had they been eliminated, or did he intend to let them go?

***

From the time she arrived in this world until the medical examinations in the United States were finished, they had spent a week together. During such close contact, he had not expressed any opinion regarding her behavior.

This ironic remark made Long Jingsheng’s expression quite unpleasant; Xu Lu had placed them on the moral high ground, sarcastically accusing them of fawning over foreign powers.

The Extreme Flame Spring was a hot spring with many uses. Its greatest purpose was for healing and stabilization.

"Sister-in-law is still the most considerate, unlike some who are so heartless," Qiu Zeyuan complained as he walked inside.

Yun Fa'er, who had been grilling fish on the barbecue, trembled upon hearing this. Her hand slipped, touching the grill, and a burn immediately appeared on her skin.

After the final exam paper was collected, the proctor finally gave the signal that they could leave. Bai Zhi packed her things and only left the examination room once the corridor was no longer crowded.

She did not possess the profound cultivation of the God Lord, nor the blessings accumulated over countless eons. Therefore, she chose the second method: to cultivate affection from affection.

Witnessing them leave, Qing Han cast a meaningful look at Ouyang Ze and said in her usual caustic tone, "You had best not have any other ideas." With that, she also left.

From the shattered stone fragments of the four half-body puppets, four metal pillars, each as thick as a washbasin, suddenly rose, stopping only when they reached nearly three meters in height.

Xin Andong felt his mind go hazy. Jiang Xuanzong had saved him? And carried him all the way to the hospital? Was this possible? Was his mother joking, or was it real? At the thought of this, Xin Andong’s heart seemed to skip a beat.

To Li Xiuer, everything in this world was unknown, much like the fog of war in the Summoner's Rift. At first, he had descended upon a corner of this world, and it would be no exaggeration to call him a frog at the bottom of a well.