Mom, you're going to be a grandmother!

Seeing Wen Yanyan’s face full of mockery and schadenfreude, Wen Yanli forcibly suppressed the urgent questions he had been pressing moments ago.

He didn’t utter another word.

Soon after, he lay back down.

At this moment, he was like a cornered beast stripped of its claws and teeth!

He had underestimated Wen Yunlan’s ambition and methods!

Jiang Shenkun had actually been a pawn planted by Wen Yunlan beside him from the start!

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Everyone watched in disbelief as Elder Yan’s palm began to emit streaks of white light, his skin, bones, and blood seemingly transforming in an instant.

With no way to dodge, Leit clenched his teeth slightly and swung his greatsword again, unleashing the Cloud Flow sword technique.

Noticing his teammate’s tendency to talk too much, Red glanced sideways at him but said nothing.

Ivy growled softly, scaring Elder Tamara beside her, who quickly invoked druidic healing to calm Ivy’s nerves.

Yes, these nicknames belonged to some notoriously infamous serial killers; foreigners had a penchant for giving such menacing sobriquets.

Her lips twitched intermittently, her breathing growing increasingly rapid, as if on the verge of tears.

Judging by the scene, every item was neatly arranged without a trace of struggle or resistance.

It was clear that the initial impression had been firmly planted; any attempt to explain now would be futile.

Besides, hadn’t the general himself led the charge? With such confidence from the general, what was there for these soldiers to worry about?

“Excuse me, leader, may I ask who these people are?” That aged voice suddenly whispered near Wu Zheng’s ear. Turning around, he saw a white-haired elder with a weathered face.

Shortly after Yu Meng returned home, news of her and Song Lianzhou’s unregistered relationship spread throughout Heshan Village.

Seeing them together like that, Su Mu’s mind stirred. He deliberately reopened the wounds on his body, just healed from the recent battle, channeling spiritual energy to make them bleed again. Crimson blood trickled down his forehead, staining his clothes.

The next day, Su Ruoyao thought, "Don’t speak to him directly; I’ll call him tonight and maybe chat about cartoons."

However, when she returned home, her aura was vastly different from when she had first visited Song Lianzhou’s house.

Yun Congbai eagerly hoped the Silver Dragon would come again, so he could finally share his thoughts with Tang Lin.

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“Who are you, and why have you broken into my home?” an angry man demanded inside a luxurious apartment.

She turned to wait for his response. At first, she waited casually, but then she noticed Su Ruoyao’s gaze fixed entirely on her face, burning with a fierce intensity. The man stepped closer, and the heat of that gaze intensified.

On the field, Zhang Yunze was like a perpetual motion machine, a tireless sprite; his off-ball runs each round utterly confounded the defenders who simply couldn’t keep up.

This square, however, exuded an ancient, vast, majestic aura far more imposing than the fleeting glimpse Tang Lin had before.

Originally, Shan Qingzi had ordered the security battalion of Linyuan District to shoot it down with arrows, but the effect was negligible.

After such turmoil, only the secondary consort and Hongchun remained in the side courtyard; the consort felt both comforted and lonely.

After he spoke, I was puzzled—those people were supposed to understand arcane arts; wouldn’t they notice something on their backs? Besides, there was no sound of fighting; if anything terrible had happened, wouldn’t they have resisted? How did they end up stripped naked and dead in the yard?

But Lin Chen no longer had time to observe Xiang Ye; his gaze was fully fixed on the person descending from the back door.