Thirty-five. Thirty-five.

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Madam Pan and the Zhao family’s two legitimate sons also came out to entertain the guests. Each was dressed in dazzling finery, and the way they looked at Chen Huaixian was filled with undisguised eagerness.

“Want it?” Lin Ke smiled, revealing two sharp canine teeth. His slit pupils glittered with displeasure.

In the living room, Lorna took a strawberry pie from the refrigerator and turned to see Laura crouching warily on the sofa.

“Uncle Zhong, since you regard me as family, what else is there for you to hide from me?” Qin Fan said in a low voice.

The Shangshan Estate’s armed forces numbered three thousand in total, including eight hundred gifted individuals, yet fewer than fifty of them were willing to face death.

“Ping!” Lin Ke snapped the blade in two. Even a sword capable of cleaving a spaceship was not powerful enough in his eyes. He pressed one hand against his opponent as the magnetic field permeated the brain... and failed.

After Ma Dong saw Yin Liankun and the others off, he politely declined Wang Ying’s warm invitation to join them for drinks. He knew that everyone who had come to celebrate An Daoming’s birthday today was a member of the An family; there were no outsiders among them, so it would have been inappropriate for him to take a seat at the table. Wang Jun was the sole exception. At that moment, Ma Dong was patiently waiting outside the private room.

“Those things are ready-made. We can show them to you whenever you like. Brother, how is the order coming along?” Pang Hu’s eyes were full of anticipation.

Li Yu had never obtained a treasure chest above Grade B, so he was naturally desperate to complete the mission.

As it turned out, Song Yici’s instincts were astonishing. Unfortunately, with such an overwhelming disparity in strength, even the sharpest intuition could not save his life.

Not long after Qu Jingfeng left, the clear sound of a flute drew nearer from afar. Master Lao led everyone to an open area to receive their guests. Amid the distant mountains wreathed in mist and clouds, a figure in white gradually emerged, followed by a figure in gray.

“Let’s go! I’d like to see what tricks they can come up with!” Speed King Mino said with a grim expression before walking out. The others followed one after another.

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Over the past several decades, Lin Yu had made an exception and accepted three disciples. The richest man in Dragon Nation was one of them.

Chu Lingfeng gazed at the departing figure, her hand—the one that had just struck her—clenching into a fist. Ning’er, do not blame me. If I had not done this, it would have amounted to admitting your connection with the Asura Cult. His Majesty would never let you off.

Qu Jingfeng explained the reason for his visit. Faced with this beautiful sheep who was unfamiliar with the place and had nowhere to turn, Shen Bingqing said that she was badly in need of workers. She was willing to hire Qu Jingfeng at a high price—to perform odd jobs for her.

Several passersby had originally wanted to stop Lin Yu, but they could not even get close to him.

Tang Ao was rather frightening to ordinary people, because the man was far too violent. Violence was not the best way to solve problems, but it carried a powerful deterrent. Few young men in the capital dared to provoke him, though that did not mean no one would.

Alchemy required vast amounts of spiritual energy. Su Yu had already been refining pills for an entire day. If he did not take a spirit-restoring pill to replenish his spiritual energy, he would be unable to continue.

“Really? Then I’m not going to bother with it!” Wang Xingwei laughed, thinking that Lin Yu was indulging in wild fantasies.

All at once, Guo Xiaoke had the feeling that if Liu Mu came, he would surely torture everyone here to death.

How could Ruan Xin not have wanted to kick him to death? But the internal energy throughout her body had become intermittent, leaving her unable to summon even the slightest strength. She was simply too proud to give in, and forced herself to remain standing through sheer determination.

Naturally, he felt bitter inside. But over all these years, he had managed to save only twelve True-Qi Restoration Pills. He simply lacked the means to bid for it. Thus, he said nothing, but committed Lin Feng’s appearance to memory. He would surely vent this grievance one day.

If the child in Mo Wanqing’s womb had survived, and if it turned out to be a boy after birth, the old lady might reclaim the child once she learned of it. But she would never acknowledge Mo Wanqing’s status.

That excuse was utterly unconvincing. Yet Zhou Xuan had no other choice at the moment. He could only pray that Ye Jing was merely too playful and too forgetful, and that at worst he would receive a scolding. What he feared most was that something had happened to him.

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He was about to become a father, and that had made his heart especially tender toward children. More than anything, he hated traffickers who destroyed other families.

Whenever the Crown Prince of the realm lost his temper, he recognized no ties of kinship. In Lingbei, this was an open secret. Seeing Yelü Yimo’s eyes half-lowered and the bloodlust radiating from his entire body, even a rough man like Han Erqi quickly understood the situation and fell silent.

How was she doing? Without him by her side, would she eat properly? Without him there, who would comfort her after a nightmare? Without him there, who would indulge her unreasonable demands and her capricious nature?

Clenching her fists, Fu Shilei stamped her feet outside, glared resentfully into the room, and ground her teeth in anger.

No one could guess what he was thinking. To rise step by step from an unloved prince, whose mother’s family possessed no prominent influence, to become the emperor of Tianlan, Luo Feng had to be a deeply calculating man possessed of extraordinary patience.

The two sisters-in-law gave themselves a little internal pep talk and instantly felt that they truly were Ran Hongdou’s staunchest supporters, brimming with justice and heroism.

The moment Wei Cheng turned around, the smile vanished completely from his face, leaving only gloom in his eyes.

Seeing how exhausted all the accompanying medical personnel were, Li Zhenbao volunteered to take responsibility for buying boxed meals and water for Ran’s father.

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