Chapter 70: Uncle, Do You Really Want to Be with Min Xue?

Wen Ni pondered for a moment. It must have been when Zhou Mingfan went in to find Liu Zhen that Liu Zhen mentioned her progesterone was low. Damn Zhou Mingfan, he hadn’t told her anything. Still, he had some conscience left—he bought the medicine.

Wen Ni discarded the brown paper bag and placed the boxes of medicine one by one into her bedside drawer. Yet as she was putting the medicine away, she couldn’t help but recall the sight of the Hongqi car outside the hospital entrance. Wen Ni crouched on the spot. Was it really not Zhou Jingyi? And then, despite Wei Gang only mixing around in Shacheng, his treatment was shockingly extravagant; Zhang Haonan wasn’t exaggerating when he said Wei’s bonuses were high.

Returning home, the all-knowing gentleman brought out a mirror, carefully examined his own appearance and expression, then began to analyze his own character.

Beneath that sallow skin, clusters of flesh buds wriggled ceaselessly, merging and separating, as if trying to pierce through the dim yellow skin. Wu Qingge, emerging from myriad scattered cultivators, could, by virtue of his talent, easily gain entry into any great sect in the world. With the appearance of this phoenix, the ink-devoured world instantly regained its former brilliance. The reason for checking Wang Shugen first was because he considered Wang Shugen to be the weak link among the six.

Wanyan Liang listened with his heart racing; from his tent to where Wanyan Zongbi was stationed was nearly a hundred paces—if he called too softly, they truly wouldn’t hear. Unlike “Senior Brother You,” the two researchers from Sanxiang Province were delighted; during their barbecue, they inquired about Zhang Ranliang’s situation, and after chatting, felt Zhang Ranliang was excellent—perhaps he might become an interstellar scientist in the future.

At Yan Magistrate’s arena, on the platform for the second round of competition, as the Golden Core stage cultivator in charge pronounced his decision, all the cultivators below, even those belonging to Yan Magistrate’s field, showed expressions of astonishment.

Seeing Sister Cui appear at the doorway, sobbing, Liu Hao, already half drunk, could hold back no longer. He left the table, and the two embraced, crying bitterly. The Ye and Song families had no objections; though it pained them, they resolved to get their son back first, regardless of the cost.

By then, my feet hurt so much I couldn’t speak, and I clenched my teeth tightly as beads of cold sweat began to form on my forehead.

“I brought some porridge, just right—we can heat it up.” Gu Xinyue took out a porcelain bowl, removed the kettle from the red stove, and set the bowl directly on it.

“Take her down, sever the tendons in her hands and feet, lock her up. If anyone else follows her orders in secret, kill them.” With that calm command, Chu Zheng turned away.

Though everyone had resolved to live and die with the Sky Eagle, confronted by such terrifying scenes, each could not help but shudder. The Sword of Command, which had once only covered Edward’s right wrist, gradually “grew” along his arm. By now, the substance akin to demonic flesh produced by the Sword of Command had enveloped his whole right arm and was even creeping toward his right shoulder.

She found a chair and sat down, holding Zhao Chuneng’s hand, unable to say anything—only shedding tears.

“There’s absolutely no problem; your reputation must be honored, and besides, there are two leaders!” Having said this, Chen Rongmei immediately began to make arrangements.

“Go—find the southerners in the capital. Kill every one you find.” Before the man in black could reply, Chu Yu sneered coldly.

Zhao Chuneng grabbed her bag from the sofa and fished out her phone. Checking the time, it was already past eight. It should have been time for work, but she couldn’t find her clothes anywhere; she truly couldn’t go out.

Shouts rang out, but their actions were swift—within less than a minute, Liu Kai and the crippled young master had been stripped bare. Once they succeeded, they retreated, leaving an empty space. A bundle of clothes was thrown over.

Beside them, Ye Mei and Luo Fen simultaneously unleashed their true energy to the utmost. Ye Mei launched the Supreme Universe Sutra, blasting forth. Luo Fen unleashed the Heavenly Yin technique, aiming at Wei Kai.