Volume 1, Chapter 44: What the Hell Do I Care About Her Birthday

Shu Xingruo shook her head. "He never celebrates my birthday with me. There's no need to notify him." Ji Yanli's arrival would only upset her.

Wei Ying felt a pang of deep heartache. Having just lost her child and with her husband failing to show up for her birthday, no one would find it easy to bear. She quietly sent a message to Ji Yanli: [It's Xingruo's birthday today. We are at the Shu family residence. Get over here right now.]

Ji Yanli was still angry that Shu Xingruo refused to forgive him, and he replied: [None of my damn business!]

Wei Ying's blood pressure spiked instantly: [Is that human language? You throw lavish birthday banquets for the woman outside while ignoring your own wife's birthday.]

Ji Yanli didn't reply anymore. If everyone hadn't been around, she would have wanted to beat...

Meanwhile, in the back mountain of the Sword Talisman Sect, within a hot spring formed entirely of spiritual spring water, Jian Fangbai half-unbuttoned a plain white robe. Holding a peach blossom petal in his hand, he gazed blankly at the screen of light suspended above, lost in thought.

A series of sharp gunshots echoed from the large courtyard as six riflemen fired in rapid succession, instantly cutting down seven or eight of Han Ying's elite personal guards who were attempting to make a move. The sudden display completely subdued the remaining soldiers. Instead of using the Dreyse needle guns slung across their backs, they drew the revolvers from their waists and opened fire directly.

If he were eating alone, he might have just thrown something together to get by. But today was different, wasn't it? He had to take it seriously. The waxy corn had all been picked from the greenhouse that very morning.

Of course, Liang Hengyu would never tell Nuanuan that last night, he had deliberated over his phrasing multiple times before finally speaking in that specific tone.

Without even looking, just hearing the voice, he knew who it was. He simply hadn't expected Chen Erya to arrive so early and come here just to cause trouble for him.

Just as Zhao Gou's personal eunuch found himself caught in a dilemma—neither advancing nor retreating, completely at a loss—Yang Yizhong, the Commander of the Palace Guard, arrived fully armored at the entrance of the sleeping quarters.

That once arrogant and terrifying beast fell to the ground with a heavy thud, resembling an oversized dead pig. Its fur had been completely burned away, its skin scorched and festered, and its eyes burned blind, presenting an utterly miserable sight.

What the Spirit-Devouring Insects consumed was not spiritual energy, but literal spiritual roots. Once afflicted, they would devour your spiritual roots down to the very last trace.

However, historically reputed for having the thickest skin in the primordial world, he possessed both the capacity to endure humiliation and an utter lack of shame. Yet, his melancholy face always wore a gentle smile, making it impossible for anyone to harbor enmity toward him.

Take last time, for instance, when he publicly declined Li Yunzong's offer to take him as a disciple. Perhaps Li Yunzong wouldn't pay attention to it or take it to heart, especially since he himself was under the protection of Ancestor Tanli.

Following that, they continuously drew water from nearby wells, pouring it all at once into the original earth pit along with the crushed mud and excavated soil, mixing them thoroughly. After waiting for half an hour, they began to shape the wet mud by hand, piece by piece.

At this moment, Wang Xuanlong was no longer able to circulate the true qi within his body. Despite the protection of the Primordial Dragon Precious Armor, he had still suffered heavy injuries. Blood continuously welled up from his mouth, dripping down the corners of his lips onto the cross necklace at his neck, and falling onto the breastplate of the Primordial Dragon Precious Armor, whose luster had already dimmed.

"A cell phone compensated to me? I don't want it, take it back!" Shi Yi hurriedly tried to return the phone to Fei Liangyan.

Bursts of loud laughter continuously erupted from the senior students' ranks. Evidently, they had plundered a massive amount of merit points this time. Only now did they realize why those former senior students would throw their heads back and laugh uncontrollably after stripping others of their points—they finally understood that doing so felt intensely, overwhelmingly satisfying!

Constantly searching his mind for the records of the Blood-Changing Scripture, he tried desperately to find another viable strategy, but he failed. He had completely underestimated the Demon Emperor's strength; even this mere remnant soul was an existence he simply could not contend against.

Nandao rushed out the door in a panic after receiving Shi Daoran's instructions, silently praying that this Fei Liangyan wasn't in league with those people.

Yue Bentu's words made Xiao Menglou acutely realize that after today, no music from Earth would ever be passed down in the universe again, and the music he was about to hear might well be the final Earth song to ever resonate through the cosmos.

This righteous and dignified speech greatly pleased the Emperor. Compared to the Prince of Ning, the Prince of Jin was far more sensible of the greater picture.

"What will be, will be. Just focus on recovering your body for now, and leave whatever comes next to fate." Yan Di was actually quite delighted, though it detested showing its true emotions.

"Yes, anyway, it's the end of the world no matter what. Why should I sit here and wait to die? Why can't I pilot the Eternal Twilight combat system into the night sky and put on one final aerial combat show for the person I hold dear?" Xiao Menglou said excitedly.

With that, Ye Ying extended both hands, crossed them over his chest, looked at Chen Xiyue, and put on an expression of utter fear.

This was a very typical scoundrel story. The protagonist of the tale was a woman named Yuelang, who became pregnant after having a secret tryst with Master Zhou, only for Master Zhou to reject the child and refuse to marry her.

For matters that could easily be resolved with a voice message, she would always resort to leaving notes or sending emails, falling just short of posting her questions directly on a forum.

Between him and Kaido, at least neither could gain the upper hand simply by seeing through the other's attacking movements.

Chen Ban thought to himself that if Li Yun were to be reinstated, he must make a proactive show of loyalty; securing the immense merit of aiding a restoration was within easy reach.

Li Qing looked at Liu Lian, whose fan-like reaction far outstripped his own as her number-one fan, though he couldn't tell if there was any ulterior motive behind it.

Her peripheral vision swept across everyone in the conference room. Each of them radiated a potent biological magnetic field, and some even gave her a faint sense of threat.

After about two minutes, the rotting dormitory supervisor dragged his blood-red chainsaw and shuffled away.

No matter the occasion, Qiao Sui would always conceal her own brilliance, ceding every opportunity for exposure to her artists.

Someone stepped forward and pressed the elevator button, but there was no response whatsoever. Those who couldn't wait headed toward the staircase in the opposite direction.