Chapter 145: I Will Not Be a Mistress
Chapter 145: I Will Not Be a Mistress
After peacefully parting ways with JONCE and completing the divorce procedures, Jim began to entertain the thought of returning to Kangcheng to start over with Fan Xiaoyao. However, his state of mind remained conflicted, torn between his moral obligation to Wang Guocheng and his true feelings for Fan Xiaoyao...
"If you promise never to snap at me again, I will..." Before the dark elf could even state her conditions, the already sweat-soaked young man raised his arms and began swearing oaths.
A cultivator who survives the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is even more extraordinary; it is said they might achieve direct ascension as a Great Golden Immortal, and they are likely to be scouted and nurtured by powerful factions in the Immortal Realm, attaining immensely high achievements.
Song Yujia did not return to her workplace. After getting home, she tidied up the place briefly and then headed to the supermarket to buy many of the things Chu Tianxiong loved to eat.
Horse stance training was one of Yue Longtian's essential morning martial arts routines. For him, insisting on the horse stance was for fundamental conditioning, with combat application being secondary.
Passing through a doorway, the sunlight outside vanished completely. Chu Tianxiong thought that passing away in such a place would leave a soul unable to ascend to heaven.
With that, she pulled open the window and attempted to fire single shots outside with the submachine gun. Her practiced movements left Yu Han astonished.
Heh, of course she didn't care; that damned old hag had been infuriated to the brink of death by her today, and as for herself, getting slapped was merely a bit of bad luck.
Along the mountain path, Zhao Min, following behind Yahiko, cast a wary glance at his back. At this moment, she also recalled the situation that would arise between the Six Major Sects and the Ming Cult after the summit of Bright Peak, knowing full well that the man before her certainly understood it as well.
The man with bean-sized eyes forced a ingratiating smile. "Alright, alright, Big Brother, I'll go right now." With that, he started walking away. As he passed, he was shoved heavily by the large man, but the bean-sized eyes only maintained their ingratiating smile as he hurried out.
Su Pan'er spoke abruptly, leaving Xiren stunned for a good while before she realized Her Majesty the Empress was speaking to her.
"If I were the empress, I would fly far away and never return to this place," Gu Changci's detached voice rang out.
No matter how the logic was turned, this still meant a lack of trust in Empress Shunyuan. Lady Guo Jia felt boundless fury rising in her heart, yet she could say nothing more.
Su Nuan put on her clothes and inspected herself in the mirror. The more she looked, the more she felt that whoever designed this garment—no, whoever designed this entire style of clothing—must be a complete psychopath.
Su Pan'er hurriedly cut her off; Yanyan wasn't even six years old yet, and talking about such matters was far too early.
"So in the end, you decided to let Zhao Mengmeng give birth to the child?" Lin Miaoyu held her breath, her gaze daring not to miss his reaction.
Su Nuan's sarcasm grew increasingly blatant. This time, it wasn't just Wang Min; even the company executives who had just grown a backbone because of Wang Min's words found their faces flushing red.
As she fell into a deep slumber, Qin Yi suddenly opened his eyes. He watched her silently, his expression exceptionally complex. After a long while, he let out a soft sigh, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Pei Chenyang, who had been smiling, instantly turned dark-faced upon hearing this. No wonder Mengmeng hated listening to it—serves him right.
"As for having grandchildren, there's no need to rush for now; let's wait another two years." Tang Yu, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke up. He put down his phone and swept his calm gaze across the faces of the three people.
There were many people around—some offered ingratiating flattery with flattering words, some watched quietly with indifferent expressions, while others simply turned and left.
With that, the middle-aged doctor turned toward the glass window, shook his head apologetically at the tear-stained family members, and then gestured for the nurse to push the elderly man's remains to the morgue.
After all, with only a half-baked level of skill, Roger didn't dare to act too recklessly. The array he prepared to set up was merely meant to protect these three interlocking magic circles from being forcibly destroyed by others.