The 22-week ultrasound report.

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“No, no. The brothers are just fooling around,” the man said, his voice somewhat effeminate—almost as much as Er Niu’s.

“Damn it!” Guoqing snapped. “Are you eating or not? If you are, then stop yammering. Damn your sister, you’ve talked me right out of my appetite.”

“That goes without saying. Master Xinyu was an old monster from the same era as the Sea Toad Adept, and this giant made of plants was personally cultivated by a celestial god. Their strength certainly won’t be anything to scoff at.” Tianyan seriously analyzed the situation on the battlefield.

Stars seemed to sparkle in Peng Xue’s eyes. The game had not even begun, yet she already seemed to see Li Zixiao thanking her.

Everyone except Li Zixiao froze. The person who had been lying on the ground, seemingly dead or alive, was now leaping about and pounding his own chest. His antics, like those of a gorilla in a zoo showing off for attention, were both amusing and ridiculous.

A bolt of lightning flashed. The cultivator’s indestructible palm, carrying the force of thunder that could shake the heavens, struck directly into the lightning.

Cen Kexin had almost blurted out the question of who the father of her child was and what she should do about her pregnancy.

Needless to say, the man called Hai Hong was naturally Hou Changkong’s attendant. Still, to make someone of such cultivation become one’s follower did require a certain degree of ability.

The people following behind the monk watched the waves that seemed capable of destroying and devouring everything. As they sensed the ocean’s roar and stared at the restless waters surging beneath the enormous tree, terror seized them.

After hearing that Jian Sizi Fan had been living at his parents’ home for some time, they came to see him. It was New Year’s, after all, though no one knew what he was thinking.

Lin Yiting had no objection to Jin Peng’s arrangements. Besides, she was genuinely hungry now and ought to have a proper meal.

Some even said that whoever came first and whoever came second had been decided in the script long ago; the actors’ performances were hardly being considered at all.

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After a while, he checked the time again. It was still early. The city had yet to awaken, and apart from the taxi drivers running night shifts, there probably wasn’t anyone else on the streets.

Er Hei arrived at the temple just as Skeleton Old Third was at his most furious, most frantic, and most eager to kill.

The man was dressed entirely in white. He was tall, and when he heard the sound, he turned to look at them, giving them a casual sidelong glance.

Yun Jiyang said nothing, but inwardly he drew a sharp breath. He had once hoped to seek shelter with a wealthy family, yet his attempts had repeatedly failed. He had no idea where he had gone wrong and could only assume that fate had treated him unfairly.

No one knew when this pink-colored person had appeared. They stood there quietly, smiling at her, neither approaching nor leaving.

Xu Zirui’s tone was hostile. He mocked Fang Jincheng as an ordinary commoner and sneered at him for being a newly graduated university student spending money that was not his own.

Fang Jincheng wore a loose sweater meant for lounging at home, both hands tucked into his trouser pockets. He stood in the shadow of a streetlamp, his slender shadow stretched long behind him, utterly motionless.

Ahem, that was not the point. The point was—Sun Xiuqing should be inside the shop too, shouldn’t she?

Most importantly, regarding the Pine Crane Pill, the great figure of the rogue cultivators, Mo Wushuang, had personally come forward to testify. Nearly everyone in the rogue-cultivator world knew that Mo Wushuang’s companion, Madam Yun, had once suffered severe injuries and hovered on the brink of death. Yet now Madam Yun had completely recovered, without the slightest trace of injury.

At first, Meng Ming had hesitated over whether to surrender the grain. Now, even if he wanted to hand it over, no one was willing to accept it. After the military officer Mei Yuanyuan replaced Wu Guiyuan as grain commissioner, she immediately changed the policy from collecting grain to seizing it. Anyone bold enough to hide food was arrested and killed without exception. For a time, the entire city was thrown into panic, with everyone trembling at the slightest disturbance.

Another autumn arrived. The well-fed and powerfully built tribes of the grasslands prepared to march south for plunder. Just as Yang Hao was about to complete the final reform of the Wukui Tribe, Hedong, driven to the end of his road, committed suicide beside the Heavenly Wrath River.

A powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Since I am on human territory, I might as well handle things according to human customs. That way, I will not disrupt the existing cycle of cause and effect, karma, and retribution.

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Several shrill screams rang out. Deep gashes suddenly opened across the necks of five or six men, and blood sprayed forth like fountains. Blossoms of blood scattered through the air. After clutching their throats for a moment, the men collapsed and died on the spot, their pupils gradually widening as they bled out.

For a moment, Wei Jie was overjoyed. He exchanged a glance with his father, Wei Tianxiao, and both saw a trace of relief in the other’s eyes.

“All of you, listen carefully. Do not let me escape this place. Otherwise, heh heh…” This time, his voice was icy cold, as though it contained not the slightest trace of human emotion.

“Please review it, Your Majesty—” Seeing that Li Ang had remained silent for so long, Qiu Shiliang deliberately drew out his voice to urge him.

I silently muttered to myself. The shattered organs within my chest trembled, and the pain was like heaven and earth collapsing. My eyelids once again grew heavy and closed.

“Where should we go and try it?” Xiu’er held the kite she had made with her own hands, practically bursting with eagerness. Her face was filled with anticipation as she looked at Qin Qing.

Zhao Cheng could not press Qin Qing too hard, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement. He then called for the servants to bring in wine and food. He said nothing more about the matter and began discussing business with Qin Qing and Steward Yu as they drank and laughed together. Everyone at the table had their own concerns, and all appeared somewhat absent-minded.

If something really happened and time was lost because of the speed of the carriage, it would hardly be worth the trouble.

Hell is divided into five levels: the Heart-Devouring Prison, the Lotus-Blade Prison, the Spirit-Eroding Prison, the Sea of Sand Prison, and the Prison of Karmic Fire.

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