Chapter Ninety-Two: An Outrageous Demand

At the dining table, four adults and one child were locked in a fierce argument about whether the child should go to school.

“Little Wei is grown now. If we keep putting this off, he’ll have no way to enter primary school.”

It was true that money could buy him in eventually, but something would be missing, such as the thrill of moving up to a new grade; even in kindergarten, children were expected to put on performances.

“Can I not go?” Little Wei asked while holding his own little chopsticks. One part of him kept thinking, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go, and the other part could only accept the forced agreement, because whatever that man decided seemed impossible to change. All he could do was adapt, and keep adapting.

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned into uproar. One by one they stared wide-eyed at Yi Feng, seeming unable to believe what Gu Xing had said. All five of them were at the fourth rank in strength, yet even if four of them joined forces against Yi Feng, none had the confidence to win. Could Yi Feng truly be this formidable? Was he far stronger than the rumors claimed?

The two of them slept at opposite ends. Though Yan Jueer was the young master of the Yan family, when carrying out missions he often slept outdoors, and it was perfectly normal for him to crouch in the wild for days and nights on end. He was not nearly as delicate as he appeared.

He held the silver needle, just about to drive it into Scholar Li’s throat, when a sharp cold command froze his hand in place, and the needle failed to go in.

Inside the building, apart from the dim light and the blue-gray walls, there was nothing at all. There was not even a stone table or stool.

“Uncle Ma, you’ve worked hard,” Yun Mo said politely with a smile, seeing him gripping the plow and sweating all over from exhaustion.

If such peaceful days could be extended by even one more day, then let them be extended. She comforted herself this way, and a faint smile gradually blossomed at the corners of her lips.

“I’ll tidy things up tonight and say goodbye to Olgarok and Clyden tomorrow. Let’s leave in the afternoon. Where are we going?” Regna asked.

On the Regent’s Manor side, the Empress Dowager Ji and the two royal elders who had been traveling abroad stormed into the manor in great fury, especially the two elders, whose faces were extremely grim.

Though known as the Thousand-Fathom Cliff, it was not in truth a chasm of a thousand fathoms. Snakes were reptiles with extraordinary climbing ability, and the Scarlet Refining Serpent was even more formidable than ordinary snakes. It was quite possible for it to climb the cliff and shed its skin there.

Many people began to drink in the precious liquid from the golden river. It was a marvelous tonic, causing their declining flesh to glow once more as they recovered toward their peak condition, and some would even seize the chance to advance by a great step.

Qin Mo looked up at Murong Dongli and Fu Changchun seated before him, and said with visible anguish.

On the other side, Ji Fushou simply sipped her tea, her expression unchanged, showing not the slightest trace of embarrassment at having someone come to her door to propose marriage.

Because his cultivation had been sealed and his meridians remade, upon entering the Dark Realm he could allow the power of the True Martial path to interweave and merge within his body without repelling one another. His strength surged, and the future before him became boundless.

Besides, you have already become the new leader of the Twin Witch Covenant. No matter what, your covenant will not simply allow you to wander around at will.

Then, at the head of the long barbarian procession, a faint ring of white light appeared ahead.

At the critical moment, Liu Xingrong spoke up again, because he was gradually feeling his strength give out. If this magnetic field did not disappear after a while, he would surely vomit blood again. As for walking out, how could that be possible? He had already tried twice before and been bounced back.

Every day when Mom Mo opened her social feed, there were no longer any dog-food posts from Ranran and Brother Mo—only a steady stream of photos of her eating and roaming about with Yinyin.

These people’s files were easy to remember; only the long string of characters at the end of the records was incomprehensible to Gu Nanyu.

The livestream had originally been Sheng Ruoqing’s job. On BB Live’s barrage network, she would occasionally stream things like putting on makeup, taking it off, chatting, and idly gossiping. But tonight, at the originally scheduled time, the director, Zong Qing, refused to let her go, and the entire production crew was still stranded in the film city.

Indeed, from the materials to the design of the door, the entire office looked very much like a huge coffin.

The side consort nodded, politely thanked him, and then helped her maid leave. The snow was deep, reaching the ankles; one step down and the whole foot would sink into it. The side consort felt a bitter ache in her heart, and recalling Fourteen’s indifferent expression just now, she could not help but shed tears.