Chapter Forty-Five: Choosing a Father (Second Update)

On the other side, Yun Shuang, accompanied by her two children, joyfully gathered three large baskets of hawthorn fruit. On their way home, Yun Yi happily held Yun Shuang's hand, skipping along, and suddenly looked up to ask, "Mother, is Sister Pei'er going to marry someone else? Then when will you get married, Mother?"

Yun Shuang was taken aback, gazing at the little girl in surprise. "Don't you want your father anymore?"

Ever since she had said that their father was lost, the two little ones had never again—

From then on, life was peaceful and time flowed gently. Ye Li thought to herself that she was not entirely empty-handed; she had gained Qin Lang, preserved herself, and even if Qin Lang did not love her, they could be like many couples, quietly growing old together.

The River of the Dead smiled and nodded, saying nothing more, but leaned to one side as if someone else was approaching from behind.

Cheng Hao was momentarily stunned, then quickly realized that this era must be what later generations called the Ancient Immortal Age, and it was right at the dawn of that epoch.

"Then never mind, Mr. Pruitt, you can go on with your business. I'll just wander around here." In fact, during the previous confrontation with the beastman army, Luo Feng had already known that most demi-humans did not fit his aesthetic; this was all just pretense.

Prisons everywhere were filled with players. Before Dong Zhuo could exact retribution, many players' cities, due to their own actions, were destroyed by local warlords, and the entire game was filled with lamentation.

"It was you who hit me, it was you!" David wriggled in the nanny's arms, kicking his legs wildly, crying and wailing.

No wonder—the realm of the heart presented him with things he once feared, but now those things no longer frightened him at all, and so he felt no terror.

Whether out of fear or pride, these "superior beings" were not sentenced to death after killing living creatures, but were instead imprisoned within a barrier. When history settled and people forgot their crimes, they would be released once more.

Each spoke their own guess, with slight differences, but ultimately pointing to the same place.

Absolute Death looked at his counterpart, seeing no sign of deceit, and for a moment wore an adorably puzzled expression.

Xin Yao made the man endure two days of her cold face before he relented, granting her a chance to bathe. The maids dared not be careless, sealing the bathhouse tightly so not even a breeze could slip in. Only then did Xiao Han dare to carry Xin Yao inside.

Jing You Nan paced back and forth, divine light dazzling and radiant, emitting halos that seemed almost tangible—this was the sign of divine light condensed to its utmost.

But just as the fat man's foot touched the next step, there was a loud crash, and a blood-soaked headless corpse suddenly dropped from above, landing right in front of him.

Jiang Xin Yao saw that the jade pieces she received were ingeniously designed, vivid and lifelike, each a masterpiece, and knew the four craftsmen were highly skilled. Recalling her grandfather's finished works from her previous life, she discovered that the jade carving techniques of this era differed from those of her past—the difference lay in the methods of carving.

Affected by a surge of inexplicable resentment, Lily's face instantly darkened, and her late-stage Golden Core cultivation burst forth, immediately changing the expressions of several mountain-guarding disciples.

A crackling sound! A bolt of lightning shot from Andre's position, splitting the air with a sharp hiss. The lightning hurtled straight toward the magic array, and this time, the protective barrier that had previously stopped it failed, pierced through by the bolt.

The yellow dog knew the fat man was helping him out, sparing him from Zhao San's scolding, and so he looked at the fat man with gratitude.

Madam Qiu was silent for a while, then finally said, "Then let us meet." If things were truly as Yu Xi claimed, it would not be a humiliation for Jianye.

It was a corpse dressed in camouflage, broad and muscular—clearly one of the mercenaries Stan Ding had brought. The cut on its neck was smooth, clearly made by an extraordinarily sharp weapon that had severed the head in an instant.

Long Xuan removed the magazine again, squeezed two drops of blood from the wound on his finger, and smeared them on the top bullet. After loading the magazine, he chambered a round and aimed at the wall, pulling the trigger. This time, the bullet silently vanished into the wall as if plunged into water, without making a single sound.

Now, their demon essence carried a subtle charm, becoming unfathomable and profound.

The Nascent Soul fled back to the palace, only to hear a thunderous roar from within. Someone shot out, appearing outside the hall, suddenly towering five or six miles high, and charged toward Qin Di's mountain.

"Xing Sang, this gentleman's surname isn't Birdfeather, but—" Tokugawa Shin's words were cut off as the old man raised his hand, signaling him to stop.

"It seems there are no records of it being opened; perhaps it has remained sealed since it was first boxed." Ninth Master thought for a moment and said.

Such lively festivities made Xue Pan drink quite a bit. Everyone left on a high note, and Tong Shu tried to bring up previous matters with Xue Pan, but seeing he was quite drunk, decided not to mention it, saying only that she would visit again tomorrow.

Indeed, ahead lay a natural cave. Its entrance was covered in vines, and several pines stood lush and verdant, exuding an aura of transcendence.

Long Xuan didn't hesitate, dismissively retorting, "Absurd!" Such things only happen in science fiction.

Wang Man fixed his gaze, seeing the black bean dragging a long tail and spinning around like a tadpole. So he reached out to catch it.

But what he never expected was that in the next five days, not only did no one come to invite him, but not a single person even offered a polite inquiry. Five days of torment slowly destroyed every shred of his confidence.

Upon hearing they wanted to light a fire and cook in that house, Grandpa and Grandma Wang refused to allow it.

"Young Master Lei, how are you feeling now?" The youth in white smiled as he looked at Lei Ao, who was leaning against the wall, breathing unsteadily.