Volume One, Chapter 77: She Must Be His Biological Sister

"Xiaomeng." Huo Jinshi hurried back, holding two bottles of water.

Huo Mengyi leaned weakly against the car.

Seeing him approach, Huo Mengyi managed a pale smile. "Big brother, thank you."

Huo Jinshi gently rubbed her head. "We're family. No need for thanks, Xiaomeng. How are you feeling? Let's go to the hospital first."

Lan Yize raised his brows, his suspicious gaze seeming to question whether her actions at that moment were out of place. But it was only a fleeting pause; his outstretched hand still hooked onto the bath flower behind her head.

Lan Yize drank all the alcohol passed to him, and even shielded Jian Ning's drink. In just a short while, he had consumed several mixed drinks, and drunkenness quickly overtook him.

Forcibly activating the third dragon mark came with severe side effects; even Luo Qushang could not awaken Lin Xuan from his dragon transformation.

"As expected of the Phantom—your disguise technique is truly miraculous," Angule praised openly.

They jumped in fright and dared not speak. Once bitten by a snake, one fears even a rope for ten years; the lingering dread still twined itself around their hearts.

Earlier, many things had delayed the confession she wanted to make, and now the timing was off. Outside, Jian Ning stirred up trouble; inside, her relationship with her grandfather remained cold and strained.

Ying Chen pondered for a moment, then realized there was no likelihood of such an event. He shook his head decisively.

Several disciples of the Gate of Return were startled. Upon recognizing the blood python, their expressions turned furious and they raised their swords, intent on slaying it.

His complexion was truly poor—partly due to the incident with the nanny, and partly, perhaps, because of her impending trip to America. But she wouldn't be gone for long; it was only to hand over a task, and however troublesome, it would take just a few days.

"Xi'er, our family will never be separated again!" Yuan Ye trembled with excitement.

Qi Huang's black, lively eyes glared at Xia Ying and Xu Shu, full of dissatisfaction and warning.

The word was not yet spoken when a thin stream of blood spurted from his throat, casting a pink mist into the air. A moment later, the sea breeze scattered it—half landing on the ship, half sprinkling across the deck.

"What does that mean?" We walked to the end of the soccer field and began to return. The night wind was gentle, and all around us grew quieter.

He Tingchen's voice was low, but deeply magnetic. Zuo Qingsheng shook her head helplessly, her gaze falling on the bright red mark around her wrist.

After the beast swallowed it, its entire body glowed red from within, as if it had been cooked through.

Tang Shijiu greedily puckered her lips, stealing another kiss before letting him go. She wrapped herself in the quilt, turned sideways to embrace Tangtang, and slipped into a hazy sleep.

Perhaps He Yanya was right. Fang Qiaolin's interest was merely a passing fancy. Even if he wasn't toying with her, he certainly wasn't deeply moved.

Looking at the still youthful face, she couldn't help but feel it resembled her own. Startled at first, she laughed at herself. This child had half her blood—if she looked nothing like Zuo Qingsheng, then she really ought to check if the paternity test results were genuine.

At this moment, Song Lingling closed her eyes, accepting her fate. She hadn't expected her career as an assassin to end at the hands of Li Hao.

"Thirteenth Brother—" Fourth Prince shouted in terror, leaping from his horse and grabbing Thirteenth Prince. He had no time to wonder why Nian Gengyao, standing beside Thirteenth Prince, seemed utterly indifferent.

New music and new dance partners only heightened the guests' excitement. Even the passerby holding someone's hand was no exception. From the trembling grip, that someone could clearly sense his exhilaration.