Volume 1, Chapter 66: Miss Su Didn't Mean It, Please Don't Blame Her!

The old man stormed off in a rage.
My father was shaking with fear.
"Wanyue, why don't you go back with the old man? We can discuss this further after you give birth!"
Su Wanyue gritted her teeth!
"Adoptive father!"
"Nonsense! Are you going to disobey my words as well?"
Su Wanyue had no other choice!
If she didn't comply, all her previous efforts would go down the drain!
Su Wanyue was taken back to the old estate by the old man's men precisely to prevent her from stirring up trouble!
A flash of astonishment crossed the depths of Qin Muyu's eyes, as if he had not expected her to return completely unscathed.
"It's not that serious, calling it slavery," Alex said indifferently, extending a hand as Naonao handed over the two synthetic food bars she had been holding.
"Hah!" Su Chenyang let out a careless syllable from his thin, delicate lips, yet it carried a profound weight of complexity.

For Zhou Fangyuan, however, if given the opportunity, he would still step into the kitchen, and the reason was quite simple.
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"Nothing," he uttered coldly. He suddenly turned around, the tips of his ears flushing with a faint blush unknown to anyone else.
The next moment, outside the primordial world, deep within the chaotic void, space suddenly rippled violently. Then, Kunpeng's figure materialized right there. Kunpeng glanced at the churning chaos currents surrounding him and closed his eyes to sense the surroundings. A moment later, however, Kunpeng opened his eyes with a slightly darkened expression—he simply could not find the location of the Purple霄 Palace.
"Indeed. May I ask who Your Excellency is..." Duan Yunhe could not help but feel surprised upon seeing the black-robed man seated in the wheelchair.
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In fact, if Lin Yang wanted to become an Immortal King, he could easily force a breakthrough right now. After all, the limit of a Heavenly Monarch is nineteen chaos epochs, while an Immortal King reaches at most thirty chaos epochs. Lin Yang's current power had long since surpassed that of an Immortal King, attaining the realm of supreme shattered might.
Yu Yunyun, just like any other day, leisurely finished lunch with Li Yan, and the two of them strolled together through the campus.
Therefore, he made up his mind to follow the young valley master from then on, using this cheat-like divine artifact to enhance his cultivation and array mastery.
Mo Mo had smiled back then, saying it was a good thing because her Sister Tongtong was simply too exceptional. At such a young age, she was not only a brilliant doctor but had also won countless awards and participated in tackling world-class medical mysteries.
Seeing that Ye Yuan had seen right through him instantly, the young man could not help being slightly startled, followed by a surge of annoyance.
Anyone hiding in the shadows with designs against her, or those who did not wish to see her rise again, would certainly seize the opportunity before her foundation was firmly established to launch a direct assault and deal her a devastating blow.

Even if they lacked exotic or even venomous skills and unorthodox arts, most of them were still individuals of formidable martial prowess.
They were entirely capable of cultivating their personal protective Qi-armor and defensive resilience to an even higher realm.
This time, Zhou Tianqing, the Qiankun Fairy, and even Feng Liyuan nodded in firm agreement, validating Jiang Chen's perspective.
Mo Yufei turned and left without answering. Instead, he gently supported the startled Turtle Immortal with his hand and walked straight toward the entrance of the cave.
Nevertheless, Mo Yufei resolutely locked palms with Huang Xiangzu; he had his own plans, his own choices, and his own methods.
If not for this man's endless repeating antics, would she even have reached the point where she lacked the strength to walk?
No matter how Hu Ao tried to persuade him, Qian Yun insisted on accompanying him to the Demon Realm. With a helpless sigh, Hu Ao finally said, "Fine, follow me then." He turned and walked into a glowing iron door that emitted a faint radiance.
"Viper 01 calling Cobra, Viper 01 calling Cobra... Have you guys finished things over there, please respond." Just as Lei and his companions were feeling frustrated, a voice suddenly crackled over the walkie-talkie. The sound was somewhat muffled, as if someone was speaking through a thick mask.