Chapter 19: Painting Walls and Stir-Fried Shredded Pork with Potatoes

When Mrs. Gu visited Li Qingyun’s home again, the eldest child had been sent off for his afternoon nap, and the second child had woken up hungry. Li Qingyun was nursing him, and the little fellow swallowed eagerly, as if he hadn’t eaten in ten days.

“What is this he’s drinking?” Mrs. Gu asked in puzzlement.

“The second child was weaned early. A while ago, his father sent powdered milk coupons, so I bought some formula for him. It’s nutritious, much better than rice soup,” Li Qingyun explained.

“It smells wonderful, and look at how happily he’s drinking,” Mrs. Gu said with a smile, gently touching the baby’s cheek.

“I don’t need to tell you who I am. Now you know the consequences of a foul mouth, don’t you? Have you learned to speak properly? Do you know what’s happening to the Zhong family now?” Li Tianqin settled herself into an ornate rosewood chair brought by the attendants.

“Yes, it’s just right to teach Chen Chu and Lu Ming. You’re their uncle, you mustn’t keep any secrets from them. If not, let them become your disciples!” Gu Yuejiao declared.

“You two take care of yourselves. I’m off on a mission. Don’t think about Ling Feng anymore; I only hope he won’t keep us in mind.” With that, she ignored Yu Qingrong’s pleading gaze and shot toward the central area. Ling Feng’s disguise time was nearly up; he had to leave.

Jiu Wu could only carry her clothes behind the screen to change. Once dressed, she emerged, wanting to cry, and circled once in front of Tianqin.

Three cultivators at the ninth stage of Body Refining and five at the eighth stage all eyed Ye Fei in unison.

Li Yidao shivered, then slowly pulled his belt out from his trousers.

Ling Feng hurriedly opened the letter. Written in delicate script, a few lines stained with tears, he read carefully: Mo Qingli had left him a jade pendant, a storage artifact. When Ling Feng was strong enough to erase the mark on it, he would naturally find her.

Only after the out-of-town merchants in the hotel realized what had happened did they call Ma Mingrong.

Chu Wushi took a clean white silk scarf from the sword case and tied it around the neck of the furry ball.

Chu Wushi placed the skis into the universe pouch and continued walking. As dusk settled, he grew alert; according to the guide, night in the Ice Forest was the most perilous. Most beasts prowled in darkness, searching for prey, and even mercenary squads dared not light fires at night, lest they attract many wild creatures.

On the Pegasus Plains, wild horses could still graze beneath the snow, but if it kept falling, nearly two thousand horses and over a hundred spotted deer would have no food.

“Qingyan, these golden silk bananas are extremely rare and delicious. Usually, we never get to taste them. Just try one!” Chu Zhong, undeterred, peeled another banana and offered the flesh to Mo Qingyan’s rosy lips. Mo Qingyan gave a cold glance and showed no intention of opening her mouth.

Su Xiaocheng listened in disbelief. Could Yimulan truly have such an enlightened sovereign willing to turn weapons into peace?

Why couldn’t they coexist peacefully? Why must it be a struggle to the death? One sister lived so freely—why couldn’t the other be more open-minded?

“Move aside, make room for your mother!” Nina unceremoniously shoved the perverts aside and strode out.

A pale gold rope coiled around Tony’s battle suit, and a tremendous force yanked his body downward, plunging him into an aerobic environment with a piercing whistle as he broke through the air.

Two days later, Chu Feng’s field of vision filled with a scattered village. Wanting to inquire for some knowledge about the Domain of Gods and Demons, he adjusted his direction and headed straight for the village.

The blade trembled more fiercely. The Blood Demon, with no other choice, braced himself and endured. But this time, it seemed too much—the Blood Demon’s body quaked violently, and the peculiar state attached to the blade was forcibly broken.

“Grand Hall Master, what matter brings you to seek me so urgently? I am in the critical stage of refining pills—it’s really inconvenient to be disturbed!” Chu Feng remained in the pill chamber, sitting upright and imitating the voice of a great alchemist.