Chapter 39: This kid, he isn't playing me for a fool again, is he?

"Hey, little brother, tell me your name!"

The little boy's face was swollen almost to the size of a pig's head, yet he turned his small head and spoke with a tone of unusual maturity: "Sister Ling, didn't we say we wouldn't talk about that anymore?"

"That works." Zhang Qian breathed a sigh of relief. For the casual attire over the next couple of days, she had to be at the manor, meet her father, and see relatives. He truly found it unbearable to see her dressed so scantily.

Time is the most uncompromising filter; it strips away the veneer from thousands of contestants, leaving behind only the truly strong.

The police officer nodded upon hearing this and took a step, but suddenly turned around. Boss Chen was startled by the officer's sudden pivot.

"Your uncle and father have already been named in the imperial decree for being unfilial. You understand what that means, don't you?" The old man did not want to look at his grandson, but he still had to say what needed to be said.

The Bai family were wealthy silk merchants in the city with considerable means; it stood to reason that this person was looking to take advantage. Zhong Yuqing thought to himself, and he did not refuse.

If Venerable Heavenly Fire was telling the truth, then this Puman Beast was indeed of great value. The initial foundation-building stage of cultivation is vital.

Ever since Lu Buwei retired and told Zhao Ji about receiving the Grand Duke's order back then, Zhao Ji had understood that her son’s bloodline was special and that he carried an extraordinary mission. Therefore, she no longer interfered with anything he did, but that did not mean she wasn't worried, especially when she heard that Ying Zheng had encountered assassins.

The two of them quarreled again, while Zhima sat to the side, cradling a piece of dough, watching them quietly, lost in thought.

Snuggled in his arms, Sheng Siruo secretly lifted her eyes to look at the man's face. From the slight curve of his lips, she could tell he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Old Yao, Valley Master Tang, I am preparing to leave. Will the two of you be coming along?" With the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit and the Heaven-tier Dou Technique successfully in hand, his goal had been achieved. Chen Guan had no desire to linger in the ruins any longer; he only wished to leave as soon as possible and find a lucky soul to digest the final power of these remains.

He thought that upon his return, there would only be time to talk in the evenings; he didn't want to disturb her during the busy days.

The Miao saber technique flowed from Yang Zheng's hands like a gust of wind. Just as he sheathed the blade, Yang Zheng felt a deep sense of irritation. His mind suddenly went blank, and before he knew it, he drew the blade once more.

Yadong gave Xue Ling a sideways glance, then lowered his head to inspect the clean young nobleman's robes he was wearing. With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, he strode toward the gates of the Fenghuo Advanced Magic and Martial Arts Academy several hundred meters ahead.

It had been drizzling for a while, so during this National Day holiday, they finally encountered good weather. Naturally, they had to take the opportunity to harvest the ripe crops from the fields.

Looking at the fine, hair-like golden needles, Han Xiao still found it hard to get used to them, even though they had gained substance in the soul realm. Infusing the needles with Xuanlong True Essence, a dazzling golden light pierced through them. With a laugh, he flicked his hand, and the five-inch-long golden needles tore through the void toward the incoming Soul-Devouring Insects.

Upon hearing that Chen Mengmeng had taken responsibility for this matter, Lan Duo let out a long sigh of relief! After briefly saying goodbye to her, Lan Duo dialed Mu Xue Ruofei's number again, preparing to let her know he was safe.

With the affairs of the Black Obsidian Gang resolved, Liang Shan felt a weight lifted from his heart. Upon returning home, he found that He Xiang'er and her sister were already asleep. After hesitating repeatedly, he still couldn't decide how to tell them about the Black Obsidian Gang. With a sigh, he returned to his room to begin cultivation.

On the campus of Nanyu Middle School, every corner was covered in green vegetation, and the poplar trees lining the paths stood tall and straight, their emerald leaves rustling continuously in the breeze.