Chapter Fifty-Two: In Truth, Your Grandfather Is of the Demon Clan

“Auntie.” Bai Haochen looked at Bai Nianxuan with joy written all over his face. “How is my health?”

“Excellent.” Bai Nianxuan gave Bai Haochen a gentle smile. “Keep it up. Once you have your Holy Awakening at ten, you can focus on cultivation. By then, Haochen will be the outstanding genius of our family.”

“Hehe.” Bai Haochen’s face beamed with happiness. “Isn’t that great? I can become my mother’s support.”

“Master, when I have time, your disciple will come back to visit you.” Lü Hong bowed once more to Uncle Zhao, then jumped onto the ox cart to sit beside Lü Xianger.

Looking at the money Liang Haixing handed over, Lu Meishuang voiced her opinion: there was an established practice at the bureau to cover such expenses. She had brought some cash along and would pay for it up front. Once the bureau reimbursed her, she’d just return the money to herself—no need for it to change hands again.

They arrived at a breakfast place called Fragrant Rice Village, where the three of them each ordered a bowl of plain congee. Seated by the window, they sipped leisurely while gazing outside.

That face was simply too similar! Staring at Chu Xiu for a long time, Xia Yanran finally glanced over with her beautiful eyes and smiled, her expression laced with comfort.

An Linya simply couldn’t stand seeing Yun Zhi well. It was only a minor fever from falling into the water, yet she had pretended to be ill for days, worrying Yin Jue all that time.

At this moment, Chen Jingfang's complexion had gained some healthy color, and the triangular area of her face was no longer as dark as before.

Xiao Feifei’s words were not without reason—the Divine Ink’s pet eggs were exceedingly rare. If one had a boss-level pet now, it would be truly remarkable.

After speaking, Mo Chen sidled up to Yun Zhi in an overly affectionate way, like a big dog seeking attention, rubbing against her back. His long hands, acting mischievous, grasped her waist, squeezing the soft flesh there with just the right pressure.

With the rainy season drawing to a close, the females and cubs of the Silver Lion and White Wolf tribes began to venture outside. Yun Zhi especially cherished this peaceful life.

“All right, give me a bowl.” After staying up all night and sleeping all day, her stomach was already growling with hunger.

Just as Rex finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, everyone saw Mo Ming’s form dart toward Rex. Before anyone could react, Resco was sent flying by Mo Ming’s kick, crashing hard against the wall.

“Damn it, are you crazy?” Danni clung tightly to Ye Ming, showing she was prepared to die if she must.

In an instant, the group of over two hundred scattered in all directions. Chen Jun also broke into a run—he had no desire to be caught by the police. If his father found out, he’d be skinned alive. The best plan was to escape while he could.

After Ye Feng’s strength advanced once again, his combined attacks with Mo Chou became astoundingly powerful. Even the three founding ancestors working together struggled to withstand them.

Such open displays of affection left Li Xiaodong awkward and uneasy. His arms felt empty, a sense of loss lingering in his chest.

Nineteen beams of light shot from the Golden Lion Demon’s hands, each one like a dragon-slaying blade or a holy sword, carrying immense power as they crashed toward Wu Ting.

Zhao Long narrowed his eyes. “Have Fatty and Lei wait downstairs. Don’t go out alone,” Zhao Long urged quickly. Then Mao Yunfei called the two of them.

Tilting her head back, tears flowed even more fiercely. She clenched her fists and muttered, “I’m sorry?” The blue curtains fluttered wildly in the wind, engulfing her.

Though Ma Feisan could not be used, fortunately Min Feiyang was exceptionally talented and had developed a potent anesthetic ointment to coat the knives. It would rapidly numb the skin around incisions, rendering the patient pain-free.

Murong Qingcheng smiled faintly at these words and stepped into the Moon-Query Pavilion. Slowly raising her head, she gazed at the bright, round moon, momentarily lost in thought.

On the contrary, few warriors of his rank could match his physical strength; only magical beasts of equal rank could hope to compete with him.