Chapter 50: Yuzao Adopted a Son?!

"..."

A deathly silence.

Deep within the mind, another self laughed out loud.

"Yes, yes, yes, Yu Zao. Brother Yang is such a wonderful man, and he has truly developed feelings for you."

"But what about you? You are going to die, a painful and pathetic death, and you might even end up a fool."

"What? Three years ago, when you left Fu Shiyong and Fu Yiyi with such feigned righteousness, was it actually just to regain your single status so you could ruin Yang Chen?"

As he drew closer, Ye Chen frowned, sensing that something was distinctly wrong, and a slight crease formed on his brow.

Upon receiving Fang Hanmin's telegram, the staff officer did not dare to delay and immediately presented it to Wang Yaowu. After reading it, Wang Yaowu's mood instantly improved greatly.

Sun Yi made no bones about it. With a wave of his large sleeve, an invisible and mighty force guided She Xie, Yin Yiren, Qin Ying, and the others who were on the ground, and their bodies instantly moved, soaring straight past the Penal Hall with the wind and landing above the clouds.

Julie's eyes instantly turned snow-white. With a sharp swish, the dark purple radiance immediately converged entirely, forming five straight beams of light that shone upon the other five people.

He was hardly the kind of existence to be slaughtered at will by others, not even if the opponent was a fierce beast far more powerful than him.

It took Wei Yi a full three hours of effort to finally successfully refine and absorb such an unassuming thread of the Wood Element's origin energy.

Clang! Looking enraged, the sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked fellow drew his sword. True qi billowed, and his clothes fluttered around him without any wind.

When Xia Tianyu had entrusted him with the task of being loyal, he was not only unsure of how to carry it out, but he had also recently been away from Lening City, meaning the matter was left undone, and he did not know whether Xia Tianyu would be displeased with him.

The numerous martial artists of the Great Western Heaven did not dare to make a single move on the spot, and that sacred tree remained rooted in its place, its eyes fixed intently on that particular spot.

Instead, it fell to Jian Xue and Ying Sheng, two big boys, to busy themselves running around serving tea, pouring water, handing over melon seeds, and cutting fruit to wait upon these young ladies.

It felt as though many years had passed, yet also as though it had just happened in the blink of an eye, but neither of them was willing to be the first to break the beauty of this moment.

Diving deep into an ancient tomb for the first time, Liu Qian felt a sense of curiosity. The surroundings were pitch black; aside from the flashing miner's lamp on his head, there was only the cold wind blowing up from the vertical shaft.

With that, the door opened. Emerging from it was a disheveled man who could barely keep his eyes open, his entire face written with laziness and languor.

He had also heard that the people from Bailongshan who had previously gone to the Yellow Dragon Sect had all joined these two factions and begun cultivating diligently.

"We had an agreement. You are not allowed to call me Detective. You must call me Mr. Simon, nor can you use my full name. Right now, I am simply Simon, a traveling merchant... If you insist on using my full name, use the previous alias: Mr. Simon Riley," Simon Riley said calmly.

Mo Xi looked toward the source of the sound: a young boy appeared to have been shoved forward, his upper body lunging ahead as his head buried straight into the large chocolate cake on the table.

"Where is the harassment? Wasn't it you who introduced it to me yourself: as long as it's a weapon you can think of, our shop has it for sale?"

At first, those people were completely clueless, until a shocking piece of news spread, and they finally realized that everything had been done by that person surnamed Qin.

"Do not interview me. If you must ask, I am not happy, nor is it possible for me to be happy. I have merely accepted this outcome, which does not mean I am satisfied!" Zhang Weishan said somewhat excitedly.

Anyone who saw a young lad parading through the streets holding a massive whip would inevitably look twice.

Sensing the opponent's aura, Chen Qingzhi, who had been thwarted by Jia Pipi numerous times already, could not help feeling astonished.

He glanced at the enthusiastic Hong Ning beside him, then looked across at Shen Mo, who was frowning in deep thought, feeling somewhat helpless.

Bai Jianren had already woken up in the hospital room, though his injuries were too severe for him to move. Hearing Qin Menglan's angry scolding outside, he was so infuriated that his heartbeat almost stopped altogether.