"You will have children someday."

Having heard that many young couples had gone to consult this Dr. Guo, Ji Ningzhao’s eyes flickered ever so slightly, a touch of worry appearing on her face as she said, “Is it really that effective? We’ve visited so many major hospitals, and they all said, well…” Before Ji Ningzhao could finish her words, the proprietress seemed to have understood the true meaning. She took Ji Ningzhao’s hand, sat her down, and continued, “What is there to fear? Many of the couples who come here have even gone abroad, but it was all in vain. Yet, once they found Dr. Guo…”

The terminal port was no longer connected to the outer continents, so where had this fire-seeker, who seemed to dislike wearing clothes, suddenly appeared from? Had he perhaps sprung from a crack in the rocks?

The beast’s fierce roar made Carlyle’s momentum falter—she had never imagined that the Claw of Winter, who always treated their Behemoths and beast tamers as precious treasures, would resort to such a desperate measure.

Outside the guild hall, what one saw was only the tip of the extravagant iceberg. It was only upon entering that one truly understood the lives of the great merchants.

In the past, they had lived in the tropical rainforest. After enduring numerous perils and colonizations, it was quite possible they had vanished altogether.

On the beam overhead, two faint breathing sounds could be detected… Xia You watched, utterly bewildered.

Previously, Yan Zhenzhen of Mount Qingqiu, as the holy land’s sole true disciple, was the only one to have reached such a level. Yet now he saw the same in a broken man from General’s Mountain.

Outside the Dragon Transformation Pool, the heavenly tribulation grew ever more violent. Within the lightning, nine phantoms intertwined, swooping down in attack. The nine shadows—some human-shaped, others resembling birds, beasts, fish, or insects—were each different from the rest.

Song Ming thought of this and was beside himself with delight. It turned out that the entire promotion for the show hadn’t cost a penny; relying on Jiang Wu’s martial arts background, she would frequently trend on social media. Every time she did, her fans would thoughtfully recommend the new show.

At the Heavenly Dragon Sect, those at the rank of Black Dragon Army Commander could already reside outside; as for Grand Generals and Elders, it went without saying, and the authority of the Law Enforcement Elders was downright terrifying.

After transforming, Weiss donned a set of leather armor in the same style and color as Ikki’s, only his was more savage and menacing. His helmet took the form of a tyrannosaurus with jaws agape, while long, sharp spikes jutted from his shoulders and knees. Around his neck, he wore a pink scarf.

Back in the nanny van, Luo Yunchu was about to pass the time on her phone when Su Yuelin gently pressed her hand down.

Xie Shaoheng’s lips curled into a cold smile, a trace of cruelty flickering in his eyes. He seemed rather satisfied with Shen Qinghe’s plan and nodded in agreement.

Sun Miaoqing took the lotus pastries from the food box and set them on the table, then attentively massaged the shoulders of the chubby orange cat.

Meanwhile, Liu Shuhua was preparing to have Zheng Yixuan continue handling the register. After all, she hadn’t really intended to make things difficult for Zheng Yixuan in front of everyone. But then she suddenly noticed Director Wu across from her making hand gestures.

That day, several more days had passed without the emperor visiting the harem, and at the end of the month, the empress dowager was sent to the summer palace to escape the heat.

Standing before her was an old man dressed in rags, a beggar with yellowed teeth, unkempt hair, and bits of grass tangled in it.

She closed her eyes and found that there was no notification of a task. This shouldn’t count as a game instance, yet she had still transmigrated into someone else’s body.

The Immortal King, like a deity, unleashed a fist imprint that pierced the heavens and earth, instantly shattering the oppressive palm print that hung in the sky.

Being lectured is not something easily endured—especially for a proud soul like the eldest princess. To be told day after day that this is wrong and that is not allowed, that she must act this way and not that way—how could one not go mad?

Yet Luo Yunchu, hearing Gu Moyang’s simple “Then I’m relieved,” blushed to the tips of her ears, though no one noticed.

The profit margin was high, yes, but the sales were slow. Slow sales consumed time, and time was money.

By his estimation, as long as no major mishaps occurred, these two systems would be more than adequate to cope.

In theory, exclusive troop types were not monopolistic, but neither was the opportunity to obtain them available to just anyone.