Chapter Fifty-Five: Three Males and One Female

Yun Li wanted to hit Leng Xiao when she found out that he had cried until he passed out after she gave birth.

They had just arrived at the Silver Eagle Tribe, and as a "fragile" female who had just given birth, along with their newborns, the only person they could rely on was him.

Crying was one thing, but how could he manage to cry himself unconscious?

If there were any beasts with malicious intentions in the Silver Eagle Tribe, did he plan to get their entire family killed here?

"Ah-Li, look at our pups. All three are as beautiful as your beast form."

One of them was a black wolf, and at a single glance, anyone could tell it was his older brother's pup. Surprisingly, out of the four wolf pups, only this one was a female.

A wave of sour jealousy bubbled up inside Leng Xiao, thinking that his brother was truly lucky; the only female pup had—

Without a sound, the figure flickered in place, reappeared right in front of Elder Tian, and struck out with another punch.

Seeming very satisfied with Zhong Qing's reaction, Yuwen You's brows and eyes curved into a smile, his deep eyes veiled with a layer of tenderness. His sexy, thin lips slowly descended toward the young woman's eyes.

When the two of them fully woke up, the first thing that came into view was Ye Shuo standing entirely on his own, fiercely enduring these two major lethal moves. By this moment, Ye Shuo's face was already completely flushed, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping continuously onto the ground.

The revolving door spun gently, and a flash of red slipped inside. "Sister Qing, what are you doing?" Jin Li ran over playfully, clinging to Zhong Qing.

As for Lin Yun, his management style made Lin Tianheng wryly smile; he managed purely through extreme rewards and punishments.

With this, the conversation essentially came to an end. Li Ningyu also wore a satisfied smile, then turned to the nervous base commander and chief of staff beside him, saying, "This quartermaster is truly qualified, because he must have gone out to buy groceries on the street himself!"

"Shuang'er, just casually recite a stanza," Zhong Qing blinked. If possible, she preferred not to stand out too much.

Writing these chapters has broken Luyin's heart to pieces. Ah... I still don't like writing tragedies, not even a little bit... But the plot demands it, what can be done?

"It is the Medical Master Dongfang Xunhuan." Yan Changxi had already deduced from Yan Yunlong's words that someone would come to rescue Yi Muliu.

Qiu Shaoze, despite his heavy heart, returned home acting just as usual, showing nothing out of the ordinary.

"Is that how you treat your savior? Even if I don't require your repayment, you better fix that attitude of yours. If you have no ability yet still want to live, lower your posture for me." Li Yuan had not yet recovered enough strength to directly strangle Xing Lai, but she could grip Xing Lai's soul, making him believe he was suffocating.

Once his Nascent Soul stabilized somewhat, he projected his divine sense outward and discovered Bailing sitting intently in the Daoist sanctuary, listening to a lecture with a serious expression, her apricot-shaped eyes rolling around, concealing nimble wisdom.

Although these hovering pathways emitted a faint glow at night, they were still somewhat inconvenient for traveling, so most people only traveled during the day.

It turned out that in the midst of the earlier panic, Su Yun had been pulled away by Li Xia and led out through the back door. After exiting the funeral home and hiding behind an evergreen tree in the courtyard, Li Xia finally released Su Yun.

After getting Tsukishima Kei's contact information, I declined Hinata's invitation to look around together and left alongside Shiraishi.

"Let's take a look at ours." Fang Mi pushed Xing Lai's diagnostic report a little further forward.

An exclamation arose from the audience, and even the sect master nodded approvingly. Although he possessed three spiritual roots, being able to push one's own advantages to the absolute limit also made him a fine seedling, well qualified to participate in the grand sect tournament.

Wang Xu nodded knowingly, then steered the leaf into the water curtain gate. As soon as they entered, the water curtain gate behind them vanished as well.

Han Xiao would never become arrogant or complacent just because he had become a grandmaster of alchemy in the lower realm and could refine pills with his physical body.

With this thought, Lu Qingyi naturally recalled the child from her past life. On Qingming Festival, she wondered if the Chen family ancestral tombs were still there, and whether anyone was burning incense at her child's grave.

Although Zhou Pingshan's order came somewhat abruptly, Gongsun Sheng knew that a battle between them and Liao Shishan was bound to happen sooner or later, so he had been actively gathering information, preparing to wash away their past humiliation.

She wanted to ask for the truth, as if a consciousness in her mind was driving her to verify something, yet reason pulled her back to reality.

Immediately afterward, however, Li Chunyan looked earnestly at Linran and asked, "Did Old Master Lin really say that? What were his expression and tone like when he mentioned this?" In truth, she knew Linran couldn't possibly speak without foundation; her initial reaction was simply due to an instinctive reluctance to believe it.

People who took a taxi over like Ye Qiu were truly rare. Stepping out of the cab, Ye Qiu took out his phone and dialed An Xin's number.

Passing through the swimming pool, Ho Kuen-chung wore a blank expression, but the moment he neared Prince Fan, a smile appeared and his posture became extremely humble.

Prince Fan shook his head inwardly. Setting aside Zhao Yazhi, probably even the most renowned collectors had no idea of the true value of blue-and-white porcelain. Its worth lay not merely in its aesthetics or antiquity, but in its scarcity—especially Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain. Once the total number of surviving pieces in the world was finally confirmed, Yuan blue-and-white would experience a skyrocketing surge, fetching hundreds of millions in transactions.

Several British-funded shareholders witnessed this and sighed together, mourning that the Kadoorie era had come to an end! At the same time, they began considering their exit routes, shifting their allegiance to support Prince Fan. Others still looked down on Chinese-funded individuals, intending to sell their shares and withdraw from the grand hotel; while they dared not provoke Prince Fan, keeping their distance was still an option.

Upstairs, Mu Qian gave a soft chuckle, pretending not to hear these bizarre remarks. He stood hesitating before the wardrobe for a moment, unexpectedly finding himself... actually pondering what to wear today.

Hao Qian had fussed about for several days without finding a single clue. He had no idea who had orchestrated it, but they had left things so impeccably clean, without a single trace behind.

Liu Bei, who had fought a chaotic battle against Zhang Liao to the point of being scared half to death, remained immersed in the mystery of "why this madman Zhang Liao hasn't sent out his troops yet," completely unaware that the fierce wolf lurking in the distance, which he had feared all along, had already marched its forces right up to Shangcai.

That was a clean-featured boy in a grey hoodie and white sneakers, with very fair skin. A thick, seemingly soft mop of hair peeked out from under his cap, and he wore a pair of trendy black-rimmed glasses, giving him a genuinely radiant, handsome, and dashing appearance.

The sect master said nothing regarding Tong Fang's actions. Perhaps deep in his heart, he too wished to test this disciple.

—Yet who would remember such an unappealing, boorish, and insignificant boy?

Later on, they ultimately each led their own lives, merely recalling that thirteenth year from long, long ago. Both of them were still children then. That place was a countryside covered entirely in snow, and upon the newly accumulating snow, only the footprints belonging to the two of them remained.

Aid does not dare to ask any more. Watching the dwarf depart, a bold idea popped up in his mind again.

Yet the procession marched by day and rested by night, and the carriage plodded along just as unhurriedly. He had never seen anyone enter or exit the carriage... Initially, he felt puzzled, thinking Qi Lü might simply be in a bad mood, especially since the emperor had explicitly stated that Xie Ke was in trouble.

"Speak your mind. Since everyone is present today, we might as well settle this matter right here!" Yu Jingshu continued.

Xu Miao woke up early, washing and dressing under the attendance of maidservants. She never bothered to learn the names of the maids around her because she couldn't remember them and there were too many to keep track of. They were replaced every month anyway, making memorizing them useless.