Volume 1, Chapter 54: I Hate the Little Brother in Your Tummy

These things Cheng Jinxi could endure.

However, even though she was her own biological mother, Cheng Jinxi could not bear the look of resentful malice in Yue'er's eyes whenever she looked at her.

Every time she saw her staring at her with that kind of gaze, especially when she stared at her belly, Cheng Jinxi felt a dense layer of goosebumps break out all over her body.

"You're going to have a little brother, and then you won't like me anymore, right?"

"That won't work for you. Although you are now considered a member of our dragon clan, strictly speaking, you can only be regarded as half a dragon. Without a pure-blooded lineage, it is impossible to use blood to find the exit," Long Yun shook his head, saying to Zhang Yang with a trace of regret.

Professor Zeng felt quite helpless. He understood their state of mind, but without absolute certainty, rushing into surgery would be nothing short of child's play.

Regardless of whether the sniper over there was ready to coordinate, his left hand had already unclipped a grenade from his armpit, pulling the pin and releasing the safety lever.

So along the way, she had to put back on her holster, tactical vest, and other gear piece by piece. By the time she picked up the SCAR-H assault rifle, Mary was already standing a dozen meters away from the blond man's corpse, holding her submachine gun alertly and even firing a shot with a loud bang.

"All right, stop dawdling and pull this sword out already. I'm at my wit's end with you humans making such a fuss over something like this after all this time," Xuan'er complained once more.

This chief physician was already over sixty years old and held relatively traditional views. When he watched television, he usually only watched mainstream patriotic dramas, and his imagination was not nearly that rich.

Boyuan Company certainly could not take in someone like that, though the machinery factory might be fine in the future, as long as he didn't have to see them every day.

Yet she didn't dare. Many people in the village heard she was going to be a manager and wanted to lean on her for support; if President Chu found out, what kind of person would she turn out to be?

Perhaps amidst her complicated life and work, Yi Haizhou was indeed the one friend she needed to guard against the least, a goofy fellow who could unfailingly help her completely unwind.

Not only did the old man in gray think of the crux of the problem, but Xu Qinhui and several elders of the Xu family also realized the critical point.

"This is what you deserve. If anyone should be thanking anyone, it's the company. I hope that in your new position, you will continue to make persistent efforts and give full play to your abilities." Xu Junfeng's attitude when talking with Wang Jun杰 (Wang Junjie) was always approachable; the difference in rank was completely imperceptible between these two men chatting candidly face-to-face.

The reputation of the Old Man of a Hundred Poisons was by no means undeserved; the martial world's fear of him surpassed even that of any supreme master.

"Now, these things have turned to my advantage..." This storage ring contained dozens of various divine weapons, evidently the harvest Wu Fan had gathered over the past century within Senluo Mountain. He had kept all these items hidden away meticulously, terrified lest anyone discover them.

Moreover, at this moment, although Jiang Wei had already stopped cultivating, the surrounding spiritual energy continued to converge toward his body in an endless stream. Jiang Wei was like a drainage pipe, frantically drawing all the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy into his body.

"Then aren't you still planning to refine the Time and Space Pill? When do you intend to go?" Feng Lan now seemed to remember the matter of the big gray wolf quite clearly.

To Jiang Yang's departure, Chu Zixuan expressed no opposition whatsoever; everyone has their own ambitions, and those who follow different paths cannot plan together.

The courtyard was dead silent, with bleak starlight shining upon the white poplar trees, casting sparse, floral shadows upon the ground.

Cao Zinuo and the others stepped off their skateboards, then cautiously walked in through the main gates of the imperial palace. The palace, which was usually heavily guarded, was now completely deserted; its majestic gates stood wide open, and looking inside, one could only see a patch of pitch-black smoke, with nothing else besides.

"My Princess, why won't you tell the Prince? If you were to tell him, he would send people to protect our Pear Garden," Chenxiang said, shifting her position on the low couch and turning to face Feng Yufei.