Volume 1, Chapter 43: He Is A Bit Fierce

Sang Haining always felt that she was being manipulated.

Shouldn't the matter of a divorce at least involve asking for her opinion?

How did it suddenly jump straight to having children?

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip.

Rong Shaoqin assumed Sang Haining was simply being shy, and could not help laughing softly: "Grandmother, we will do it as soon as possible."

Sang Haining abruptly raised her head and looked at him.

He gazed back at her, his eyes holding emotions she could not quite understand.

The patrolling immortal soldiers noticed movement at the Ascension Platform and hurried over, hoping to recruit them into their ranks.

At this moment, Ji Lingfeng stood there frozen like wood, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. Yet what grieved her was not the loss of her life, but the fact that all her grand ambitions had been destroyed in a single split second.

Aside from torn clothes, neither Ye Ran nor Bai Mo sustained any major injuries. Although the martial artists sent by the Bai family were quite skilled, injuries still could not be entirely avoided.

Moyu did not hesitate in the slightest, immediately leading the Baruto tribesmen along with loyal followers such as Lu Yaoer and the Crow to launch an attack on the grand city.

Xiangcao looked at Xiangyu, her gaze filled with pleading, entreaty, firmness, and anticipation.

The son was running about pulling strings and pooling funds over there, while the father secretly lent a helping hand over here—were they truly planning to give them a significant boost?

"Master, she effortlessly neutralized this crisis!" Shadow's eyes carried unmistakable admiration.

Clearly, these orcs understood what the identity of the Saint of Merit represented, and their minds instantly put at ease.

"What? Look down on this old man, and unwilling to let me take a look?" Gu Yue's hesitation completely infuriated Elder Su, and his tone naturally turned rather unfriendly.

Compared to Feng Rong, Hexian's fairness, benevolence, loyalty, and wisdom had already moved the bystander Luo Jinghuang, stirring up a sense of closeness toward Hexian.

Tang Long brought the bowl of wine to his lips but did not drink. Instead, he looked at Xining. Seeing Xining drink his, Tang Long placed his wine bowl back on the table and looked at Xining with a chuckle.

Right at that moment, the sound of sirens suddenly wauded through the air, and several police cars drove straight over, pulling up right at the entrance.

"What's wrong?" Qin Ming looked up to see shattered walls all around, with the sound of weeping echoing everywhere.

Nowadays, wealthy people are plentiful and do not care about spending a few thousand or tens of thousands on a meal. As long as the dishes are nutritious, praised by everyone, classy, and delicious, those are all valid reasons for consumption.

At this moment, Lin Xiangxue stood sideways to these individuals, and following the direction pointed out by Lu Fei, everyone looked over directly.

Lu Zhishen had stayed at Mount Liang for several days and witnessed how the brothers loved and cared for one another like a single family. He thought to himself that he, too, used to have a sworn brother who was now said to have taken to the greenwood at Mount Jiuhua; wouldn't it be wonderful to invite him up the mountain so they could all be together?

Sister Peipei used her phone in the van to notify everyone of the evening's itinerary. Since they had come to BD City, they naturally had to taste the local specialty of donkey meat burgers, heading to a century-old restaurant in the urban area that evening. Upon hearing this, everyone readily agreed, showing that the world of foodies is truly easy to please.

There is far too much darkness in this world, and Ye Cheng knew it all too well. He also knew he was no god and lacked the capability to change anything. Anyone could only rely upon themselves; seeking help from others was the height of foolishness. Therefore, his attitude had always been to mind his own business and remain detached.

"If not me, nor Mother, then who else could it be?" Zhang Tianci looked at his mother and asked in bewilderment.

Ye Cheng's words deeply pleased Li Jinghong. For someone born into the military, those parasitic scions of wealthy families were probably what he loathed the most. Naturally, he greatly favored a young man like Ye Cheng who was ruthless enough toward himself.

The addition of these individuals did not disrupt the surgical process. Perhaps the patient's vital monitor had been turned off; whether the patient lived or died remained unknown to anyone. Everyone inside the operating room focused entirely on the bullet, striving to extract it while avoiding any damage to the cerebral nerves.