Chapter 20: The Baby Is Truly So Soft
Li Yunchu’s eyes snapped open, filled with astonishment. What had Pei Siye just said? Asking her if she wanted him to hold her while they slept? She felt a burning heat rising from her cheeks all the way to the back of her ears. If she refused—they were husband and wife, after all, and she had no reason to decline. They weren't in a contractual marriage; despite the possibility that both had married to appease their families, they had genuinely and officially registered their union. But to agree...
They only wanted to find Jin Qing’s guardian now, as they felt Jin Qing needed a psychiatric evaluation. "Alright, thank you, Sister Axian." In Xi Xun’s dark eyes, there shone a brilliance that Axian could not ignore: courage. Xi Xun also took the opportunity to inquire about the progress of Wang Zichun’s investigation into data regarding parasitic infections, and the response she received was fairly optimistic. The Asgardians respected Fan Mang, not only because he was friends with Thor, but because they respected his strength and knew he had saved them twice.
It was rare to see the Empire act with such force, and everyone held their breath, watching the tractor as it rumbled toward the gathering spot. She had initially given up, intending to wait until she died so she could become a pair of ghost cultivators alongside the Ghost King. Upon discovering the Crown Prince’s identity, Wang Pengju had been terrified, fearing that his casual actions might implicate his family. Su Mingyang hung up the phone and waited for about fifteen or sixteen minutes before it rang again. Although the number was unfamiliar, he felt it was Sun Hongmei calling, so he answered.
The size of Ichigo Kurosaki’s Zanpakuto was now on par with a broadsword, which spoke volumes about the sheer density of his spiritual pressure. Aside from the occasional restless night, everything else was, for the most part, quite satisfactory. In truth, Chanti had long been instructed by Qing Ming not to cause trouble, and that anything else was fine; otherwise, Yuse would have been castrated by that kick just now, leaving him no strength left to beg for mercy. Looking at Uncle Qiao lying on the ground, Zhou Chen’s expression was full of reverence. He was an opponent worthy of respect, an opponent worthy of admiration. Zhou Chen bowed deeply to Uncle Qiao’s body, then crouched down to pick up the sharp sword from the ground—the blade stained with his own blood. Four teams, including the one led by Sun Xiaozhong, began reporting their numbers, and a few minutes later, Yang Yao had the tallies from every squad.
The foundation of a cultivator is the primordial spirit. This Soul-Nourishing Pill, as the name suggests, has the effect of nourishing the primordial spirit. After refining and consuming it, one can highly condense their own primordial spirit and increase the durability of their spiritual form.
In the next instant, the Magic Dragon let out a roar, transforming into a streak of black and red light that pierced the sky and surged forward. Wherever it passed, the very space was torn, leaving behind a black and red trail. "That’s not what I’m annoyed about..." Ye Qing sighed and told her brother about the warning Professor Qin had given her. If it weren't for the pleas of Xue Ning and Shen Miaoyi, Zhou Chen would not have wanted to save these people. After all, doing so would expose some of his true strength; if he saved them, they would know he had refined the Fire of Destruction.
—Radiance of Fortune: Lighting a single Seven-Star Lamp provides a certain effect of stabilizing fortune. The specific effect is related to the total number of lamps in the set, with each additional lamp increasing the effect by 20 percent.
This was the seventeenth day since Liu Die’er had run away from home. Having never traveled far, the two were long lost. They had never known that Jiangnan could also have dirt roads and desolate stretches where no one was to be seen for a hundred miles. A chill had just flashed through her heart when she heard a whistle from a white figure. A magnificent white horse galloped up, and the figure mounted it with ease. With a long neigh, the steed galloped away toward the south.
The sight of Gu Meng’s back as he left seemed lonely, and Sheng Xinyue turned to look toward Gu Xue. Although the two elders were pleasantly surprised by the change, they did not ask many questions. At the table, only Zhou Ruoshui felt a complex mix of emotions, while everyone else was brimming with joy.