Volume 1, Chapter 42: I Want No One But Her

Zhou Jingmo countered, "Why couldn't it be her?"

Father Zhou said with a defeated expression, "Because I truly consider Yihuan as my own daughter."

Regardless of whether there was any blood relation between him and Jiang Yihuan, he genuinely regarded Jiang Yihuan as his biological daughter.

Having lost the chance to make amends to Jiang Wan in this lifetime, the only thing he could do was to protect her only daughter left in this world.

Zhou Jingmo stood up, sat beside Father Zhou, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, shaking him gently, "Dad, I know what you're worried about. I won't let Yihuan go through what Aunt Jiang experienced. In this world, no one likes her more than I do, and no one cares about her more than I do. I can honestly..."

Yi Nian furrowed her brows, a thin layer of sweat already coating her palms at some unknown moment, and cold sweat soaked her back without her even realizing it. She was terrified. What should she do if it were truly confirmed to be something belonging to Leng Qiye?

Therefore, how much box office revenue "The Truman Show" would ultimately snatch away, what kind of pressure it would bring to "Godzilla", and what kind of answers Hugo and Roland—the masterminds who jointly created the miracle of "Independence Day"—would deliver are all subjects well worth anticipating.

However, unlike before boarding the ship, the people from various noble clans were mostly gathered around their respective family heads, while the more than twenty rogue cultivators, who were originally a sheet of loose sand, unanimously gravitated toward Wu Yi.

The door was finally forced open, and Yi Nian collapsed inside the bathroom, her dress stained with blood everywhere.

The moment his feet touched the ground, the muscles in Xiao Ran's legs erupted with power instantly, and his figure suddenly vanished from beside the sports car.

The bone-winged warhorse possessed spiritual awareness, a cluster of black fire suddenly igniting in its eyes. As the black-armored ghost general charged forward, it surged ahead with him.

Cole finally understood that the appearance of those ghosts was not out of malice; they simply needed his help. This realization gradually brightened Cole's personality, and he even participated in the school's theatrical production. With the entire matter successfully completed and brought to a wholesome conclusion, Malcolm was also able to depart with a sense of accomplishment.

What on earth was this Young Master Leng trying to do? Why was he suddenly treating her so well? She constantly felt that something was amiss.

The two played for a while before the phone rang once more, indicating that Gu Yun had already arrived at the entrance.

"No, how dare you!" Sensing the plight of the fire bird, Jiang Zhong let out a roar, attempting to stop it, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

Mo Yanran's expression also darkened. She opened her mouth wide and stared blankly for a long time. She wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Hearing this, Cheng Wanying beside her felt an even greater sense of dejection. There was a time when she always believed she was quite extraordinary—walking down the street, if she casually asked any passerby, someone would surely recognize her.

What they could discern, the Palace Master of Qianyang Palace could naturally see as well. However, regarding the Palace Master's resolute protection of Yi Dao, the several overlords raised no further objections. After all, the strength of an overlord was immensely important to Qianyang Palace, and they could well understand the Palace Master's reasoning.

Although Lin Mo's opening stance had indeed exerted tremendous pressure on Yun Tao, he, who had long since dedicated all the spiritual energy within his body to enhancing his physical strength, remained completely unconcerned. After all, having channeled all his spiritual energy into physical reinforcement, how could his formidable might possibly be matched by martial artists from before the great celestial upheaval?

At this moment, viewed from the skies, Claudia resembled a silver thread swiftly slicing across the pitch-black battlefield, leaving behind trails of blank space.

"Oh, how unusual. Are you purposely waiting here for us?" Arrogance remained as haughty as ever.

Xiao Ran was finally able to understand why these young people were driving themselves crazy over her. Setting everything else aside, just this artistic conception of the zither meant that anyone with a modicum of talent, after practicing by her side for a period of time, would sooner or later ascend to the rank of an overlord.

Due to aesthetic preferences differing from those of the ancient gods, Claudia could not possibly shape her Kserakith into a giant lobster, but neither would she create pure, adorable creatures like Satra. After much deliberation, Claudia ultimately chose to create Kserakith in the form of a colossal dragon.

Accompanied by the miserable shrieks of the demons, high-ranking demons fell one by one as they advanced. Under Claudia's gaze, their flesh withered and decayed rapidly, their life force and even their souls being ruthlessly and thoroughly plundered by the shadows.

Leng Tian turned his gaze toward Duoming, then his figure darted like lightning, flashing directly through the barrier's restriction. The moment he entered, the opened gap in the barrier healed instantly.

"Let me tell you, if I weren't in urgent need of money, I wouldn't be selling this to you at all!" the stall owner said with a heartache expression after pocketing the gold coins.

Mother Feng drew a sharp intake of breath, the words on the tip of her tongue forcefully swallowed back under the intense, malicious glare of Yuan Niang's eyes.

Scanning her surroundings, apart from the seven of them, everyone else had vanished without a trace. Here, there was nothing but blackness and more blackness. The sky was like a pitch-dark canopy, oppressive and profound.

Upon seeing this, several powerful figures from the Blood Blade Sect were also immensely startled. The Snow Flower Inn had previously only been heard of in rumors, and they had never witnessed the actual object. Seeing it now, it turned out to be a magical treasure of the demonic artifact grade. Such a treasure was something ordinary people could not possess even within the Demon Realm; they had not expected Chen Fei's brother, Chen Da, to wield such an item.

At this moment, Ming Xi still had no inkling that Shentu Yuntian was already scheming how to "diligently strive" alongside the Medical Sage.

Seeing that there was nothing more to be gained, and although this trip had failed to yield what he desired, the wise saying goes that a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. The Daoist magic Xie Feng displayed at the moment was no child's play, so it was best to make a timely retreat and bide his time for future opportunities.

What had she heard? Since His Majesty the Immortal Emperor stated it so frankly, if she still couldn't figure out that he was also a transmigrator, she would be utterly foolish.

Yuan Niang looked at the excited Lan Mei and simply smiled faintly. Of the three pattern designs sent over, two had already been embroidered, and the one in her hands would be finished in a couple of days at most. Calculating the time, someone from the manor should be arriving soon.

Shentu Yuntian's deep, ethereal eyes finally shifted with a cold, slow grace.

In other words, once a guild possessed the Tapir Totem, no other guild could acquire that same totem. Put differently, during guild wars, identical totems would never face off against one another. Different totems imparted completely distinct buffs to the guilds.