Chapter 34: The Reincarnated Nuisance-A delicada de olhos vermelhos: Doutor Fu, abstinente, a ama até o fim(Quando a caneta toca o papel, surgem fogos de artifício.)

Watching Xu Miao nod, Zeng Fan waved his hand with a look of disdain. "Fine, fine. Since you're already here, just sit down."

He paused, then leaned in close to Xu Miao's ear, whispering in a volume that was not too loud, yet perfectly audible to the Fu grandfather and grandson: "Miao Miao, you'd better be careful. The people of the Fu family are more annoying than the last, especially the old one—he’s practically a reincarnated nuisance!"

Old Master Fu: ...

All of the above merely serves to prove the greatness of the River Styx; at the very least, it grants mortals the right not to fear the broken oaths of gods. If you fear a divine oath, then simply demand they swear by the River Styx.

"Li Haorui is cold on the outside, a 'keep out' sign for strangers. But you," Tan Ruoyu said, adding a playful tone, "you are cold on the inside."

Another of Wei Feng's motives for killing Ghost Hand was to further incite conflict between the Ling Family Manor and the Dark Organization. Judging by current signs, he had already half-succeeded.

Upon hearing Wu Kai's words, Lin Yuxuan began unbuttoning her clothes, saying, "Honey, wait a moment! I'll go to the room and change before coming back out." With that, she walked into the bedroom.

Chen Ainiu then reeled off a series of psychological terms and factors contributing to the situation, with a fluency and proficiency that would rival any top-tier psychiatrist.

Not long after, Wu Kai finished his shower, stepped out of the bathroom, picked up the clothes Chen Ying had prepared for him, and began to dress.

Seeing them emerge, the two sentries changing shifts exchanged sinister grins. They kicked snow onto the campfire they had been using to keep warm, extinguishing it, and then ducked into their tent.

Seeing the spatial gate flickering incessantly, the Dark Mage could no longer concern himself with the demons' frenzied gorging and focused all his mental energy on stabilizing the gateway.

Back on the bed, Zhang Xiang picked up the photo frame from the nightstand. The picture inside was a snapshot of his mother and him taken during her trip to Rome. The boy was facing the lens with a brilliant smile, while his mother gazed at her son with a gentle, loving look. Feeling hollow, Zhang Xiang experienced a strange sensation, as if her motherly love were permeating the room through the photograph.

Some say that the first layer, which connects to places like the Bloody Expanse, the Land of Loneliness, the Forest of Bones, and the Red Sand Barrens, is immovable, right?

The three of them stopped on the outskirts of a city. Hearing the bustling noise, they knew it must be an exceptionally lively place.

Comparing Han Wei to Wang Mang, and then raising the banner of acting on behalf of Heaven, was quite logical for Sun Ce. Of course, whoever declares themselves emperor first must face such circumstances. It was not that Han Wei was unaware, but when the situation arrived, he had no time to consider so much.

After Chen Hong left, Ming Feng could no longer maintain his composure. His eyes turned hazy and unfocused, and he collapsed into Wu Hao’s arms. His breath came in shallow gasps, each exhalation rising as a thick white mist, and his body felt as cold as ice.

Jiang De pondered for a moment before walking forward. Seeing him approach, those kneeling and selling themselves into servitude hurriedly raised their heads, some even wiping their faces, hoping to look better in hopes of being chosen.

Yan Qi was equally astonished by this scene, his eyes widened like a bull’s, filled with shock.

The effect of ignoring twenty percent of armor was instantly applied to the Iron Guard Knight’s shield. Combined with the high shattering effect, it caused a dent to appear in the shield immediately.

At that moment, Zhao Zhen truly could not relegate Consort Miao to the cold palace again. Furthermore, whenever he harbored such thoughts, he was reminded of the kindness his wet nurse had shown him.

Murong Qingran chuckled softly and turned to look at the man. Her exquisitely sculpted face instantly returned to ice, her phoenix eyes radiating waves of chill. Her gaze, as if cast by the Grim Reaper, stared fixedly at the man, who glared back, refusing to yield.

Even for a peerless genius, one in a million, it might take decades of arduous cultivation and tempering to achieve that.

However, the calmer Wu Hao appeared, the more enraged Yin Jue became. What he hated most was someone maintaining a composed expression in his presence.