Volume One, Chapter 84: The Wretched Sixth Son

Chu Ming cast a dismissive glance at the tattooed man, a hint of disdain flickering in his eyes.

“Sister Shen, did something happen?” Lin Haixin looked at Shen Qian with curiosity, puzzled by the peculiar way Shen Qian was regarding her.

Su Xiyue, hearing this, nodded quietly to herself. She also knew that Lin Shiyu had a poor impression of Ye Chen. If something had happened, given Lin Shiyu’s temperament, she would never let it go easily.

In the two-dimensional space, the Netherworld Cat King was nearly driven mad with frustration. Traversing dimensions had always been effortless before—so why was it suddenly so difficult now?

“We can ask Luo Zhiqiang’s wife about these matters. She should know,” Shen Yan said.

Us looked at Nan Ansi, who was still having fun, and could hardly bear to tell her the truth. Am I being too cruel? Us found himself blaming his own actions.

From Yetian’s words, Yun Xinyan had already sensed something amiss. She asked with concern.

Although he didn’t know this was the Moonstar Clan’s ancestral divine art, he could tell at a glance that it was a supreme technique.

“I don’t care about her, but there’s no way this child can be kept,” Li Xingguo said coldly and harshly.

Although he was the progenitor of the Divine Embryo Clan and had nothing to do with these ancient kings, the ten great royal clans had always stood together. Those ancient kings had all looked up to him as their leader. Now that they were all dead, it felt to the progenitor as if his own kin had died.

Wei Xiao carried her straight to the living room, set her down on the sofa, and immediately began to undress her.

Xiao Yichen suddenly looked up, patted Ye Moxing on the head with gentle affection. The cold, handsome face broke into a smile brilliant as wildflowers in bloom, dazzling everyone present. Even without post-production, it was as if fireworks blossomed in every eye.

Two, three feet long—several swords made of bamboo, sharp at the tip. If struck, one could hardly imagine the harm.

It was at this very moment that news spread of Wei Qingwan awakening her powers. Wei Jianjia tossed aside her writing paper, new calculations forming in her mind.

The man took it. His slender fingers curled around the base of the glass; the liquor inside flowed like captured light, distilling into a bewitching shade of black-red.

She was grateful for her years as a child star, which had honed her acting skills enough to keep her from breaking down in tears.

After Bai Yi finished recounting the story, the King of All Spirits pulled a long face, embarrassed and mortified. This really was an utter fiasco.

To put it plainly, serving the emperor was like living with a tiger. If you lacked cunning, you were better off on the battlefield—whatever you killed would be yours alone.

Wei Xiao felt a weight of suppression and heaviness in his heart, yet none of it compared to the pain he knew he would inevitably suffer.

Then Wu Jin and Wei Shi entered, casting one last look before leaving at the anxious trainees, the still-shaken survivor Jiuyue, the exuberant Caesar, and Yu Chu, who was nursing a headache.

When Elin arrived at the hospital, she overheard Ouyang Jianqiong hurling a torrent of vile abuse at Li Ruolan.

Han Mo used to fry eggs for the child in heart or flower-shaped molds, but perhaps Shu Ya hadn’t seen the mold, so the shape this time was rather irregular.

Xu Jin’s hand trembled, and his chopsticks nearly fell to the floor. Good grief, what on earth was Xu Pengju up to?

“Understood, Father!” Zhu Housong replied, then poured out a medicinal pill, clearly intending to take it immediately.

The appearance of the Azure Fire Cloud Eagle caused a commotion. The students craned their necks to look at the sky; a third-tier demon beast was a rare sight. With only the abilities of students in the Mortal Class, encountering such a beast meant certain death.