Chapter 151 What a Coincidence, We Meet Again

Chapter 151 What a Coincidence, We Meet Again

"Xiaoyou, come downstairs for breakfast, or you'll be late soon!" Yang Xuan called out to Fan Xiaoyou from downstairs. Seeing that it was already half-past seven and Fan Xiaoyou still hadn't appeared, she cast a suspicious glance at Rong Kai, who was dishing out porridge nearby. "Kai, should I go upstairs and take a look..."

She remembered that previously, Fu Sili paid on a monthly basis. Since it was a monthly payment, how could there still be a refund?

When he finally snapped out of his daze, the dawn had already broken. He climbed out of bed, put on his clothes, and after a simple wash, he headed straight to the kitchen.

Liu Lifen's words were clear and distinct; even if Liu Shisan truly were a fool, he would still be able to understand what they meant.

Could this be a portent that once they set sail, they would encounter that ghost ship once more, and this time meet with disaster?

After all, the moment she decided to agree to marry into the He family and wed He Lanzhi, enduring her disgust just to bear He Lanzhi a child, she had already resolved never to return to the Xu family.

"What? What?" Wang Leilei immediately stood up, intending to walk over to grab the maternity bag. Having taken just a single step, she walked right back.

Chen Juan closed his eyes, slowly soothing the bitterness and anguish in his heart. Was he wrong? He was a man, not a turtle hiding in a shell; he had his dignity.

Because more often than not, the moment you saw Haokong in the office, in the very next instant, he might already be in some remote, forgotten corner of this planet.

Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip, staring at that harsh, stern face. Her eye sockets grew hot, stinging and red. This matter was like something nailed to a pillar of shame, waiting to be pulled out and whipped at any moment.

She was wearing only a spaghetti-strap nightgown, leaving her fair, tender arms and shoulders completely exposed. A slight toss or turn would risk a wardrobe malfunction.

To kill him at this exact moment would instantly give rise to another version of him from the previous moment; the previous version of him simply could not die.

"We won! We won! Roar!" Nemo stared at the numbers on the scoreboard, roaring as he collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

Blood-robed in red, she sneered and picked up her whip, lashing him fiercely seven or eight times, yet the hand gripping her ankle refused to loosen its grip. Though her lightness skills were superb and her internal energy profound, she could not outlast the weight of a sturdy, powerful man. In less than a moment, she lost her balance, dragged down together into the water.

Meanwhile, He Xiaoquan, one of the three Chief Constables of the Myriad Saints Dragon Gate, retreated with a solemn expression deep into the main hall of the sect.

"Liehuo'er, please help me prepare a carriage! I need to leave the city tonight!" Ye Wan'er said to Liehuo'er, intending to head back overnight.

He glanced at the movements around him. With his profound internal energy, he could naturally sense the surrounding environment through his breath. Many unique presences of venomous creatures lurked not far away; if they were to attempt rescue operations right now, they themselves would likely fall into grave trouble.

Xia Shu had just returned home. His wife had propped up one leg since the early morning and was busy beside the stove, gripping a long wooden stick in her right hand to serve as a crutch.

Next came a period of singing and dancing in peace. To be honest, the banquet of the Northern Chechi Kingdom was exceptionally dull. Perhaps it seemed very interesting to those who had never attended a banquet before, but who was Chen Fan?

The Assassin Supreme's attack did not land on the flatulent figure, but instead struck the Demon King, causing Dongfang Pu's expression to change instantly.

Of course, perhaps this was merely Garen's wishful thinking. Katarina had never cared for him from beginning to end. Gripping the Black Cleaver, Garen wore an ice-cold expression and let out a long sigh, his gaze carrying a trace of lingering pain.

"Vayne, look! If we had followed them out just now, we could've played like that too!" Fiora, who had followed them outside, looked with envy at the three figures suspended in the air and complained to Vayne.

Yet he forgot that there was only ever one Zou Lianyan in this world—the Zou Lianyan he had abandoned.