Volume One, Chapter 78: Xia Zhicheng Is Carrying My Child, I Must Protect Her

Village Chief Yang was detained and interrogated for three days and nights. Even when the police presented evidence, he stubbornly refused to confess, fully aware that admitting guilt would mean spending the rest of his life behind bars—perhaps even facing a death sentence. Fortunately, the officers refrained from using extreme measures against him.

On this day, Ji Junxiao came to question him personally.

If Zhou Dongyu insisted on giving it a try, Gan Jing would help her secure the opportunity; if she was reluctant, they’d consider future offers for scripts and roles. Among the Three Kingdoms, Xixia’s influence was weak, but compared to the more fortified cities in Hebei, Xixia inevitably became the strategic choice. Yet the Giant Axe remained unresponsive, save for a few more flickering marks of heaven and earth upon its blade.

Now was the moment for close combat—a fight to the death, with no reason left for concealment. Everyone knew this was impossible. Last time, his brother had beaten him into fleeing, forcing him to abandon his hatred for Leon. Alfonso had certainly not forgotten. Li Tongcai obviously understood the feud between Po Jun and the former captain of the Law Enforcement Squad, Li Yao, and quickly explained their identities and Po Jun’s background.

Though no one explicitly stated it, Ye Haoxuan had quietly become the leader of their group. Aside from these few regions, there was another vast area: the Burning Sun Mountain Range.

Thus, after spending five hours memorizing this finger technique, which was even more intricate than the Threefold Divine Finger, Po Jun immediately returned to his training chamber and began to deduce the Twenty-Four Solar Term Divine Finger using the Imperial Void Sutra. Ximenhuo’s devoted fans tore off their sweat-soaked shirts, roaring like wild beasts, releasing their excitement and fervor—a cathartic outpouring of emotion and pressure.

When the image faded away, Ye Junmo and the others stood before the opened bronze doors, unable to regain their composure for a long time. His entire body, adorned with shadows drawn from cinnabar, ghost tears, and dozens of other materials, formed sinister patterns that not only aided his cultivation but also lent him an air of profound mystery.

Later, it was unclear which resident of the Dragon Nation started flaunting their wealth; as they continued, foreigners were moved to tears, which trickled from the corners of their mouths. Step by step, he approached An Shuzhen, his eyes narrowed, lips curved in a smile, exuding a provocative ambiguity.

But Lin Yi’s abilities were undeniable—his record of 10.19 seconds was solid, giving him a high chance of victory. They followed Sophie every day, never expecting her to possess such an explosive SSS-level time manipulation ability.

Suddenly, they burst from the palace, gazing up at its pinnacle to see the vanished Spirit Gathering Pearl, their eyes bulging as they howled in anguish. “In that case, I bid you farewell!” Hun Yun, a little panicked, cupped his hands to King Yue and strode out the door, returning to the real world.

Empress Wu, seemingly struck by a thought, stared at the familiar patterns above, her pupils contracting sharply. “You truly are formidable; you haven’t been possessed by Hou? You’ve deceived the immortals and gods across the heavens,” said the Lunar Jade Rabbit.

With the energy from three stamina recovery potions surging within him, Fatty felt he could punch an elephant to death, his body brimming with explosive power. Such phenomena abound in the domestic entertainment scene—take Pang Long or Zheng Yuan, for instance. Their songs are wildly popular, their reputations high, yet there remains an insurmountable gap between them and the top-tier celebrities.

At Forward Entertainment’s first conference room, the atmosphere was as tense as the Allied command during World War II; executives and board directors wore grim expressions. The man’s voice carried a raspy allure of early morning, his robe pulled open to reveal a solid chest, his hair tousled, his eyes sleepy yet seductive.

The sales staff led her to tour the actual house, and as they passed the office building, voices drifted out from inside. From the junction of his torso and head, a pair of wings grew—each twice the length of his body, folded tightly against his spine like a suit of armor.

In that instant, an adorable junior couldn’t resist grabbing his hand and acting coy, the chirping voices around him never ceasing. Lu Jian suddenly remembered he’d forgotten his earphones, glanced at Mo Xijun, who shook her handbag and head helplessly.

Later, Kim Jaehee interviewed Ye Chenxi for her views on Korea’s renowned game producers and their signature works.

“When did you start liking me?” Xia Qingyu asked with anticipation, eager to know. After some conversation, Peng Shengde covertly glanced at Lin Xiangdong. Seeing the man still indifferent, he felt a surge of irritation.

Wang Zhong, though uncomfortable, kept silent and endured. At least he finally heard Lin Xiangdong’s summons; Old Zhu felt relieved and hurried to arrange trucks for loading overnight.

Liu Zhengyang had to travel to Qingjiang at noon, so he’d slept at the furniture factory last night to prepare for the shipment.

Though no conflict had erupted here, nearly ten elders arrived together, drawing attention, especially since Chen Hongyuan made no attempt to conceal his intentions.

When faced with Yao Lanxiang’s inquiry, he explained that he’d purchased it through an introduction, and the efficacy described was exactly as claimed; he didn’t understand it himself and had merely relayed what was told.

Tang Ru endured the cold, her socked feet on the clean floor, wrapped tightly in her down jacket. Hearing the man speak, she peeked out to find the bathroom.

Qianyu’s expression flickered with complexity as she heard Zhan Yitian recite Zhu Nanjun’s name, but when he also mentioned her own, a blush suddenly crept across her face.

From then on, no matter how hot the topic, if he tried to ride the wave, few would pay him any mind.

Feeling the intense fire energy emanating from the crystal granule, Zhan Yitian nearly cried out in surprise.

Fortunately, “Jia Shen” quickly transformed into a chill so piercing it seemed to flow through his entire body, like a water-cooled system; he shivered involuntarily, yet felt utterly refreshed.

The effect was extraordinary. Apart from a few undead creatures outside the Lightning Array, everything else was cleared away.

The next morning, as usual, I got up for breakfast; the two old men were already sitting there, eating with relish.

Tang Dynasty Chao was completely unafraid of threats, for the prince was still present; this old man dared to bluster so brazenly, surely he had yet to understand the prince’s wrath.