Chapter 103: Aba Aba
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I was utterly astonished and intended to ask Fat Zuo. However, Fat Zuo signaled me to be silent with his beady eyes. The surrounding crowd was thrilled by the smooth birth of the child, but the sudden arrival of a few strangers clearly piqued their curiosity, and they all turned their eyes toward us. Fat Zuo forced a smile, pointed to his mouth, and kept murmuring, “Aba... ah...” Just as he finished speaking, she spotted the wedding attire hanging on a clothes rack beside the screen and instinctively walked over. As Xiao Fan’s voice fell, many who were about to leave turned back curiously to look at him. Moreover, his father, Qiu Wangxuan, had just left after instructing him to stay here and get closer to Xiao Fan. From the perspective of the white-clothed male ghost, Bai Luwei had already been “split in two” when the coffin struck her. Changqing was alarmed and hurriedly tried to take off, only to find himself unable to move, restrained by some strange force. “Mind your own business. Just do what you’re supposed to. GN’s matters are none of your concern,” Sister Hua said coldly, crossing her arms and snorting softly.
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“Put it on.” He pulled off his robe with a cold expression and draped it over his raggedly dressed cousin, then turned to look at the collapsed, dilapidated temple. The ready-made tasks were handed over to Jiaka and the other, leaving them to figure out how to find backup, just like Wen Yanwen and Mo Youyu. As soon as these Black and White Impermanence spirits took action, Xiao Fan didn’t mind sending them to Hell to become the true pair of Black and White Impermanence. The enchantress stood there, gazing through the eyes that pierced her heart, unwillingly closing her eyes. Those under her control all shut their eyes and lost their will; they would regain consciousness once they awoke. Zhang Ruotong was utterly stunned now—this guy actually knew Cai Siya? Impossible. The Cai family was a member of the National Special Operations Division stationed in Nanjiang City. Watching those three fist shadows explode forth, Huozhi’s expression darkened with cruelty, then he spat out a mouthful of blood. Instantly, the blood surged wildly, transforming into six fiery magic arrays, which formed and spread directly over Jiang Wei and the others. After following the man for about a thousand meters, the man slowed his pace; ahead, the view opened up, revealing several dilapidated mud-brick houses nestled in the sparse forest. “Mo Cangyun, you would do something like this too? You would?!” Su Lingge’s voice was nearly a shout. After yelling, she felt as if her heart was being painfully clenched. The martial arena, over ten zhang in diameter, was circular and packed to capacity, with a huge fighting stage in the center. The Thunder Sage narrowed his eyes slightly, his palm pressing down directly, a faint cold shout echoing throughout the realm.
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His horrifying visage, with a corpse-like body, showed no change whatsoever despite his cultivation ‘recovery’I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.