Chapter 119: Are you certain you will not regret this, Brother?

Amidst Wen Yanyan’s silent anticipation, Huo Qingjue spoke two sentences to her.
One was, "Public opinion is a fearful thing."
The other was, "The entire Wen family does not lack people who wish for Wen Yanli to never acknowledge his ancestors, and you, sister-in-law, are certainly not the only one."
Wen Yanyan understood every implication of Huo Qingjue’s words without any obstruction, and she quickly thought through exactly what she needed to do...
"Don't worry, everyone. Wasn't it said that the aunt was already at her due date? This must be the start of natural labor!" Qin Zidong said with a smile.
Ningning looked at Xuankong immediately, but he remained composed, showing no strange emotions about meeting his birth mother or an enemy; his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.
How could Father Zhu fail to see through the stingy, cunning merchant Yang Xinde’s intentions? He knew exactly what he was up to the moment he moved; he was likely just trying to wheedle more talismans and magical artifacts out of Chi Shuni.
The ghostly entity was only briefly hindered before it immediately caught up with them again.
The more Qin Qing watched this scene, the more puzzled she became. Just as she was about to say something, the corpse worm in her stomach seemed to sense a threat and suddenly began to bite frantically inside her.
"Set sail for the Flevance Kingdom." After hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Will gave the order and continued eating his breakfast.
"Second aunt, there is no need to say more. A mother can never compare to a second uncle's capability," Su Yanru said coldly, glancing at the Yuan woman with a hint of malice. Rong, however, could not be bothered to pay her any mind; her own heart was in total disarray.
Zhao Weiguo woke up that afternoon. Expecting to see empty trouser legs, he began to weep before he even opened his eyes, his hands gripping the hospital bed rails with such force that his face was twisted in uncontrollable agony and despair.
It was only at the very moment of his death that Liu Chen finally understood: no matter the circumstances, relying on others is never dependable. Only by becoming truly strong oneself is there any reliance for survival.
"Don't worry!" Xiao Ping gave Chen Lan a reassuring smile before taking the spirit dog to identify the person.
Xiao Ping then unhurriedly heated a metal needle. After a long while, he approached Elena and slowly brought the glowing red, cauterizing needle toward her eye.
That place was like a hellish purgatory; beyond the flames, there was nothing but endless blood and corpses.
"Kill me if you want—at worst, it’s a life for a life!" Lin Chen said coldly, his tone as sharp as a blade, piercing both skin and heart. He walked forward with a cold, ruthless expression, ignoring Lu Feipeng's threats, his presence carrying an invisible mental pressure.
"Certainly, certainly. But what is the activity content for your class?" Zhuang Mingge asked, putting away the invitation ticket.
The more Eiko acted this way, the more Xiao Ping wanted to know what was inside. Yet, Eiko hid the packaging so well that he could only sigh in frustration.
"I killed Lin Nanhu, so... I understand why you hate me," Lin Feng nodded calmly.
Holding the mentality that one can hide for a moment but not for a lifetime, Zhuang Mingge gritted his teeth, pushed open one of the doors, and walked inside.
Zhuang Mingge knew that the other party valued his Barrett family heritage. Generally speaking, those who came from prominent families were never weaklings, but it was a pity that he had absolutely no memory of such things.
However, compared to his battle with Lingji, these karmic debts were not even a drop in the ocean.
Listening to the bold and provocative words behind him, Qin Yao wanted to turn around several times, but fearing he might break their surging emotions, he could only listen while pinching his nose shut.
First the Great Sect Master of the Xuantian Dao Sect, then the ancestor of the Xuantian Dao Sect—this sequence of events was truly terrifying.
Everyone stood steady and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty!" Murong Xiu gestured with his hand and said, "No need for formalities." As Zhao Wuming and the others straightened up, Zhao Wuming stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is a small gesture from our Sword Sect." With that, he took a treasure box from his storage ring and handed it to the eunuch.