Chapter 47: Ten Consecutive Draws, Summoning Seven Treasures in One Birth, Seven Times in One Night (Please Follow)

It took Lin Qiongqiong over an hour to settle the entire hospital’s inpatient bill. At this point, her card still had a balance of over a hundred thousand.

Suddenly, Lin Qiongqiong looked up. Outside the window, the surgical and internal medicine inpatient buildings, each more than thirty stories tall, were brightly lit. Every illuminated room held souls tormented by illness.

Here, many people, like her family, were not only suffering from their ailments but also burdened by medical expenses.

He was also deeply frustrated. Every time trouble arose, Jiang Dong schemed to seize Jiangxia’s territory, truly believing he wouldn’t dispatch troops against Jiang Dong.

As she said this, Hong Mei deliberately glanced toward Jun Yan, wanting to gauge his reaction. But Jun Yan remained unchanged, which only made her gnash her teeth in frustration. Seeing this, Jing Hua quickly smiled and spoke.

The Menjie family was not only wealthy but also a clan of cultivators, well-known in Los Angeles for their strength. Within the family were supreme masters.

There was a knock at the door. Dilia entered, bowed respectfully, and then sat at Dilia’s lower seat.

Chen Hao’s hand landed solidly on the old ghost’s backside, sending it flying like drifting willow catkins.

At the same time, his right palm suddenly transformed; the dry skin smoothed, and his knuckles became rounded, writhing as they lengthened and grew.

Before Zhang Shuai could continue speaking, everyone saw Liu Wuchen abruptly pull his hand from Qin Xue’s embrace. With a crisp slap, he struck Qin Xue, sending her crashing to the ground.

But on her birthday, the day she was engaged to Gu Chen—the first day she had ever been truly excited in her life—she instead faced the heartbreak of losing both her parents.

To be honest, she didn’t usually remember this anniversary clearly, but Gu Chen cared deeply about that day.

A low, rumbling sound echoed. The tattoo burst with brilliant light, and a crimson copper-hued centipede, surrounded by a red glow, emerged fiercely. Wrathful energy swirled as it hissed, lunging toward Wuwa, its many legs like copper spears stabbing at her body.

Though he found Lu Heng’s demeanor odd, he treated guests with a smile, especially since they were attending his son’s first birthday banquet.

Feeling the car stop, Song Yunyun opened her eyes. But instead of seeing her home’s entrance, she faced the hospital gates.

In this circle, feelings often blurred between acting and reality. Lu Heng understood this—before marriage, it was tolerable; but after marriage, such behavior was a matter of character.

This was perhaps the worst news Song Xuan had learned, but it served as a warning: since there was no longer any intention to spare feelings, future actions needed to be more ruthless. Hesitation would only leave hidden dangers.

She vaguely recalled that when scouting locations earlier, she had asked nearby residents about the store’s poor business.

Sheng Jingheng caught the scent of her hair and, with a slight darkening of his gaze, gently brushed her hair aside.

At this moment, Shi Xiaolong was only eleven years old—still within the realm of adorable. His robust, lively charm was one of the highlights and draws of the drama.

He could control Zhu Tan but couldn’t sway Yan Mingwang. Even among protagonists, there were differences.

Xu Kuang summoned Wang Xikui, instructing him to deliver a message to the six major lords: come to Mushroom Ridge for negotiations. Those who refused would have their lands trampled by troops within three days.

As they neared the camp gate, Han Xin hid tightly behind Wang Jian, denying the crossbowmen any chance to shoot. In desperation, Wang Jian shouted and leapt fiercely toward Han Xin, ignoring the sword thrust aimed at his chest—clearly a do-or-die move.