Chapter 152: The Culprit

"It's fine, just stay in your mommy's arms for now." I must admit, Jin Yuan was quite strong; he scooped both the child and the woman into his arms, then dashed swiftly up the stairs, as the combined weight of the two couldn't be sustained for long.

Upon reaching the room, the child opened the door, and Jin Yuan slowly set them down, drenched in sweat and shaking out his hands.

Yuan Xiangdie's state remained abnormal, seemingly trapped and struggling bitterly in the agony of losing her child. Only by holding the child tight could she feel that she hadn't failed.

"Mommy, Xiao Wei is fine."

Jin Yuan seized the moment to comfort her from the side, assuring her that the child was safe...

"Who wants you to wait on me? Get away!" Ye Junyi kicked him in the leg, broke free, and walked out of the washroom.

Having been in this line of work for so long, one shouldn't make absolute statements when speaking to superiors. My reply was deliberately ambiguous: "I'm doing some preparatory work, and I don't want her to run into trouble later either."

The train station was rather far from home; taking a taxi took seven or eight minutes. As soon as she entered the station entrance, Lily spotted her parents waving at her.

Drenched in sweat and panting heavily, Feng Yu stared at the vines with a look of utter horror and a pounding heart. He hadn't expected such vines to be so formidable; without Lian'er's help, they would have been in mortal peril. But clearly, these were merely auxiliary to the giant flower. Had they fallen into the giant flower's maw, their end would have been too miserable to contemplate.

"What's wrong? Don't you recognize me after a year?" Qin Yan narrowed his eyes, appearing quite displeased with her reaction.

With that, a roaring gale swept down from above my head. Daring not to slacken, I immediately shouted to Rhadamanthus, "Pursue them, they're above!" With that, I leaped into the air, rocketing upward, and he followed closely behind.

Inside the Eight Directions Inn, guests like Ye Tian had been somewhat noisy just moments before, yet from beginning to end, neither the innkeeper nor the waiters had shown their faces, obviously frightened out of their wits by the commotion just now.

"Evil-Deluding Spiritual Eyes!" Xi Muyu shouted. A thin crack appeared right in the middle of her forehead, and the eye within it snapped open, shooting out a foot-long, deep-blue beam of light that swept across the row of nightmares before her like a laser beam. The nightmares fled in all directions upon the appearance of Xi Muyu's Evil-Deluding Spiritual Eyes, as if encountering their natural predator.

Ordinary people would use forceful friction or chemical solutions to deal with rusted iron, but either method would affect the sword's body itself. However, no matter what, Zhou You and his companions were graduates of archaeology, so they naturally knew how to protect the sword's body to the utmost degree.

"Great Elder, this person is Ye Tian, the son of the clan leader Zheng Ze. This fellow is very likely a strong contender against Zheng Ao's child!" The person speaking clearly held a lower status in the Three Lives Gate than the other.

Guests entered the shop in twos and threes, and some already noticed that this Water and Cloud Realm exuded uniqueness everywhere.

Rek'Sai was a champion with exceptionally strong map control, and every expert playing Rek'Sai had their own unique jungle-clearing path.

With his laning ability at this moment, even starting with a Long Sword, he was confident he wouldn't fall behind Xayah and Rakan in the matchup. As for whether he could gain an advantage, it would depend on his support.

She pointed at a few clusters of white flowers and cried out in wonder, hopping and skipping, entirely devoid of her previous poised demeanor.

Joanne shivered suddenly as he drew close. In such an environment, her bodily senses were much sharper than usual, and the perception of her five senses was magnified several times over.

"Professor Smith, do you think so too?" Xu Wei looked toward the white expert on her left.

White Iron Man produced a tube of gold-and-red liquid—none other than the Extremis virus he had previously shown to Nick Fury and the others.

By now it was already morning, and the mission agency was packed with people. Keiko Morita had been delayed a bit by filling out a questionnaire and missed the first wave; by now, there were no missions left suitable for her, giving her a bit of a headache.

Every time she woke from a dream in the dead of night and thought of her sister and mother, she wished she could carve the flesh off the Qiao family members piece by piece.