Chapter 59: The Bastard Without Parents

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow within the prison, Pei Shijin leaned forward slightly, studying her expression closely.

"Yet both you and your husband cherish your son, Fu Liang, above all else."

Mei Niang's husband was now in his thirties, a trusted confidant of Fu Chengyu. Servants born into the household who achieved such status were often bestowed their master's surname, a practice currently regarded as a profound honor.

Mei Niang's husband was named Fu Chang...

"What?" Tears welled up in Thailand's eyes; even their homeland had suffered such a ruthless fate.

Moreover, Gedengkeou must have been seen by Penny when Puma attacked the special envoy controlled by the puppeteer, right?

Left with no other choice, Bielsa was forced to face the reporters' interrogation. His tactical arrangements were the primary target of their criticism, with many arguing that he possessed significant defensive vulnerabilities.

Gulasissa pierced accurately into the coffin, and Richard's shadow energy erupted at the tip of the spear, causing the side of the coffin to instantly crack and shatter into pieces.

This method of refining others to increase one's own power truly intoxicated Wang Jin somewhat. With his spiritual power slightly enhanced, Wang Jin genuinely wished to find another spirit-beast like the Red Corpse to refine, especially since there would be no lingering side effects or psychological burden.

Just as the words fell, the police officers outside the door pushed it open. Liu Yuxuan recognized one of them—Wei Dahai, the captain of the Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division, with whom he shared a rather amicable relationship.

Following this series of unexpectedly brilliant and fierce battles, the Zelugantia army finally realized that Sean St. Christian was not simply a reckless fool who had come here to throw away his life.

The current Du Yujia bore a much closer resemblance to the Du Yujia of the past, before her career setbacks. Therefore, when Lin Chen remarked that she had pulled herself together, he did not seem to be spouting nonsense.

Although Freya's movements appeared entirely demure, Deluka could still perceive an intensely unsettling aura, perhaps stemming from Freya's translucent dress.

"Changchang, don't tell me you know how to cook." You Meng was beginning to harbor some genuine doubts now; could this girl actually cook? In contrast, Qian Chang shot Yu Meng a fierce glare upon hearing this, completely ignoring him.

Bai Luofeng gripped his sword, behind him a gash that looked as though it had torn open the night. He glanced at the linen wrapped around Li Xianggao's wrist and, seeing that blood was no longer seeping through, could not help but marvel inwardly at Li Xianggao's profound cultivation, which had enabled his wounds to heal within just a few exchanges.

The Golden Crow remained still, instead leaping up onto the sofa. Evidently, it had no intention of going downstairs tonight and planned to spend the night right there on the couch.

"As long as this master does not interfere, we will pay whatever price is asked." Facing a grandmaster-level expert, these people stood not a shred of chance. If this grandmaster truly refused to intervene against these ordinary mortals, dealing with them would take mere minutes.

It was, after all, the enemy's established rules; if they wanted them dead, there were always tens of thousands of pre-set game mechanics to ensure it.

Pursued and cornered all the way, teetering on the brink of death with nowhere left to run, he had no choice but to unleash his remaining Demon King's power, shatter the boundary, and escape to the mortal realm, where no other demons could ever chase him down again.

In truth, Old Wang's underworld shop was much like Bai Hua's pet shop. As long as they persevered, business would come, and making money would not be a problem. There was no need to resort to any scheming ways to earn a living; maintaining professionalism was all that mattered.

At the same time, the explosion was drawing to its close. Flames licked across the ground amidst a landscape of wreckage, billowing dark smoke rose into the air, and the shockwaves of dust hung suspended in a thin, hazy line.

"No! I'm not leaving!" Plunged into the abyss of despair overnight, Cui Renzhu appeared stubborn, his crossed arms pressing hard against one another to distract from the piercing, bone-deep agony constantly throbbing in his lower back.

Nalan Zhefeng recounted the subsequent events to Ji Zilian with unhurried calmness. Dry grass swept across his face in the wind, yet his blinded eyes grew exceptionally clear. It was as if he could see the once-decayed Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers now transformed once more into a realm of lush greenery and galloping steeds.