Chapter 50: Poking Him Right in the Lungs

Wei Yao glanced at the father and son, shook her head, and said, "What nonsense are you thinking? I'm not angry. Go wash your hands quickly. I made sour soup noodles for lunch, and we'll be eating soon. Take Huihui inside."

"Alright, alright. I knew my wife is broad-minded. How could I ever take those gossips to heart!"

Wei Yao chuckled twice and said, "That's not necessarily true. Comrade Wei Yao isn't someone who lets everything go. I just trust your character and my own charm. Of course—"

He had no idea what had happened outside over the past few days, nor whether the seniors of high realms had engaged in fierce battles with the resentful spirits, or how the situation stood.

Then he thought better of it: he was a cultivator, so why would he fear an ordinary person involved in sales? Even a pyramid scheme couldn't possibly do anything to him.

Su Manning was deep in thought when she saw Gu Zhen walking toward her. She made a silencing gesture, lightened her footsteps, and pulled him into the bedroom.

At first glance, a word popped into Chu Tian's mind: Jiang Cang as a youth, dressed in white like a sacrificial priest, coupled with a detached and ethereal temperament, living atop the Heaven-Reaching Peak.

In the beginning, these men only teased her verbally and occasionally took advantage of her with minor touches. Later, seeing that she didn't resist, their boldness grew. One night, a burly man actually kicked open the door of her rented apartment and violated Song Yiren.

Last night, he hadn't used the hyper-speed mode to practice his foundational realm, focusing entirely on mental power instead, so he didn't need to go for a run today.

Everyone in the council hall was momentarily stunned, unable to figure out what he was up to or why he had suddenly flown out without even a greeting.

Arriving at the familiar internet cafe, he first topped up his membership card, which had little balance left, with 50 yuan. A single top-up of 50 yuan would net an extra 20 yuan bonus from the cafe, making it the most economical amount for student-demographics like Peng Yu and his friends.

Actually, I was just overthinking. It has nothing to do with me; I should have just pretended not to know. If I could pull off something like that with the pure girl, given how beastly I am, what do any cold beauties have to do with me?

Yang Chan was feeding pastries to the jade fox. Hearing him speak, she casually pointed at the osmanthus cakes and almond candies on the table, implying that there was food right there.

He didn't like fighting with others for profit, but once provoked, he saw no need to show mercy. What was meant to come would come eventually, and since it couldn't be avoided, he might as well let come what may and meet force with force, or water with earth.

Looking at the mist before him, Hu Xiu's gaze turned sharp, but he immediately recalled the mountain range from two months ago.

As for the architecture of the cultivation world, it was utterly common to have no doors and just enter and exit freely. As long as one's cultivation had surpassed the Golden Core stage, one only needed to master the wall-passing technique and traverse through using spiritual consciousness.

On the night she became his wife, he held her—shy and bashful—and gently wiped the fine beads of fragrant sweat from her body with a silk handkerchief. Her long, dense, dark hair draped over his broad chest and firmly entwined around his heart.

Seeing the weary look in his eyes, which unlike that day were no longer dead and gray, I figured he must have found some glimmer of hope. Relieved, I took Kuan Kuan from his arms to coax the baby to sleep.

I had a bad feeling about it from the start. Ever since that incident at the bar, I hadn't spoken another word to him.

"Don't talk nonsense. It's just a cold, she'll be fine in a few days," Dad sternly scolded Mom, forbidding her from uttering any more inauspicious words.

After playing a few rounds, Octopus and I lost again. Octopus hurriedly said he would punish himself with a cup of drink and begged not to be asked any questions, as his mind was a complete mess right now. With that, he raised his glass and gulped it down.

What's more, Tong Niuer now held a high-ranking official position with connections reaching the heavens, and he still needed to rely on him for support and coordination in all aspects. Therefore, he had to flatter him wholeheartedly and dared not offend him.

Jiang Donger stood tall with a fair complexion. His black garments dripped with water, and a golden flying dragon embroidered on his chest heaved violently with his breathing.