Chapter 171 You Are Not a Bad Father

"Impossible!"

Cheng Fang immediately said with venom, "Commander You must have been temporarily blinded by her! She is no virgin, and she even drags along two bastards—how could she ever climb up to Commander You! Even if Commander You really has something going on with her, it's just for fun!"

Indeed.

A shadow of gloom quietly flashed across He Wenbin's eyes.

He didn't truly believe that Yun Shuang possessed such immense capability.

The way she investigated the case just now was indeed...

Old Man Wu was also provoked into a fury by me; the old fellow curled his body inward, rolling himself into a tight ball.

Seeing this, the other estate guards showed not the slightest bit of fear. It was a joke—their master was standing right behind them. If they performed well now, how could the reward upon returning be small?

Gao Lu thought for a moment, then also stepped inside and closed the door behind her, lest the entire company be shaken up.

Although he did not understand why he had to do this, Ten's subordinates obeyed obediently. When an archangel punished his subordinates, the methods were far more ruthless than those of demons.

Lan Yan abruptly released her grip, as if touching something terrifying. She hurriedly shook out her sleeves, completely ignoring the fact that Ye Qingli instantly collapsed limply to the ground behind her, and fled in panic toward the inner hall of the mourning pavilion.

Realizing the vast gap in values between herself and the majority of immortal cultivators, she felt too embarrassed to make a fool of herself.

Gao Lu and Li Zhengren had no choice but to pull back their sidelong glances as they looked down. Li Yingjun flipped open that page, which vividly displayed "Grand Music" and "Fourfold Music."

After all, once one became a White Emissary, they could use the bio-electricity provided by the Unique Demon to stimulate brain cells, and that flawed decay would no longer manifest. Yet, their memories would be erased, leaving people with no way to compare and see which life was actually better.

Binding a soul treasure was extremely simple: one only needed to drip a drop of vital blood infused with soul power, which required no elaboration. However, the Heaven-Rending Sickle refused to sink into Yi Feng's body.

The old patriarch led Yang Tian through the city, glancing at Yang Tian from time to time with a faint smile regularly blooming at the corners of his mouth.

If he were to stop others from seeking death at a time like this, not only would he waste a top-grade Peiyuan Pill, but he would also insult a warrior's spirit of sacrifice.

Yet, when Ling Qingrui's gaze landed on Jing Mofeng's white hair, her heart softened uncontrollably. This man had suffered too much hardship for her sake. Extending her finger, amidst Jing Mofeng's look of startled bewilderment, she gently touched that head of white hair, gathered the strands with her fingers, and helped Jing Mofeng tie it up.

"Have Uncle Fang send over a pot of tea," Guo Yongren said. Fang Zhantian nodded and left with Wang Dajung, leaving only Guo Yongren and Huang Xizhao behind in the room.

The two men froze for a moment, then immediately gave Guo Yongren a thumbs-up. Especially Bao Yugang—Wall Street in the United States could be considered the weather vane of the global economy. For Guo Yongren to dare toss and turn like this on Wall Street was truly the first time in history for a Chinese person, and he had managed to make such a massive wave.

The clone of Ma Huateng held a long sword wreathed in green light; as it left the scabbard, there seemed to be a faint sound of birds singing, carrying the might of a divine artifact.

Although they were flying upward from the location of the stone tablet, it seemed no different from the place where they had descended earlier; there was no obstruction whatsoever during the flight.

Mountain foragers only ate two meals a day, using potatoes and sweet potatoes to stave off hunger in between. Mainly, after breakfast, they engaged in heavy physical activity, and blood circulation was primarily directed to the muscular system, making the sensation of hunger arrive much slower, whereas eating lunch would hinder their afternoon exertion.

"His Imperial Majesty is truly magnanimous!" Yamagata Aritomo praised Emperor Heisei, and then did not continue the topic.

Ding Yichen hadn't expected Ye Chenxi to blurt out such a remark, making it sound like a job interview. Besides, if it were an interview, he ought to be the one interviewing Ye.

After the time it takes to steep a cup of tea passed, Ru Junhua and Sebastian came in and saw me lying on the hospital bed.

Even if she became a professional player, not only would her income not increase by much, but she would also be at the mercy of others.

Therefore, this time, Blondie was determined to turn the tides and completely wash away his past dark history.