Volume 1, Chapter 55: His Wife Takes the Initiative to Let Him In and Share the Bed

“Qu Pan, is that really how you see me?” If it were anyone else, Chu Hanliang would have walked away immediately. But facing Qu Pan, who had returned from the dead, he was willing to abandon all pride just to reunite the family. He hoped she would trust him.

“You sent the child to bring you here—how else do you expect me to see you?” The depth of their past love made the current confrontation all the more ironic.

“I told you I came here with the child on someone else’s message. Do you believe me?” Chu Hanliang’s gaze burned fiercely upon Qu Pan.

“Who?” Qu Pan asked.

“Not sure. The gatekeeper said a young woman delivered the message, told the child to bring me here because you wanted to talk to me…”

A single strike unleashed overwhelming power, unstoppable and invincible, shattering everything before it to smithereens.

Meanwhile, Fa Ma and the others silently regretted their decision to come with Yun Hao. Participating in the auction at a moment like this only exposed themselves.

Chen Jin shot a displeased glance at the bald old man, secretly weighing whether to provoke him into competing with the big shots for the so-called Demon Emperor’s secret treasure.

“Where the hell did all these crows come from? There are more than when we first landed on the island!” Yu Chao pushed hard against the tree bark covering the cave entrance, as many crows collided against it.

Ling Tian immediately handed Ba Tian, the Martial Emperor, five or six bottles of sacred elixir. The burly man swallowed them all at once, his body roiling wildly as he rapidly healed and unleashed his powerful aura once more.

Of course, in this apocalypse governed by the conservation of energy and matter, the massive mother zombie behind them showed signs of weakening. It was inevitable; after all, it had birthed so many elites, which was an extreme drain on its vital energy and stamina.

Sinful thoughts relentlessly assaulted Wu Gang’s mind. He struggled but seemed to have no better choice. Time slipped away—perhaps within a minute, Wu Gang would lose this precious opportunity.

“Once I finish, hand over what I want immediately. I don’t want to waste time!” Passing by Qinglong, Yun Hao commanded.

Unlike last time, Su Chen now summoned both the Codex of Destruction and the Battle God’s Scripture simultaneously.

With a glimmer of sword light left by Tai Xuan during the moment of enlightenment, Gong Liang Shiyu laughed triumphantly, easily escaping the encirclement of Mao Dao and the others.

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But Li Qing paid them no heed; to him, the real enemy was the innate seventh-level being.

Many monsters, like the tiger-headed man-beast before him, fed on humans. This one now nestled in a cave, voraciously gnawing on a fresh corpse.

“The one wearing lipstick is mom; the one without is dad.” Hao Lan pointed decisively.

Hao Lan pressed a hand to his face, vowing to find time to renovate and expand this place, adding more rooms.

People panicked when the great Peng bird suddenly descended; many fled in all directions. Yet some weak and elderly, with poor mobility, could not escape and were swallowed whole by the bird.

Qi Yubai intended to entrust such vine armor to Wang Er of Longmen, having him arrange production—sell what could be sold, keep the rest for their own use.

The newly arrived soldiers were gradually taken by the regional managers. The sun was setting, casting a purple glow over the desert. A crescent moon hung low in the sky; the vast sea of sand resembled snow under the moonlight. The sand camp was desolate and cold.

Yuan Canghai drew his Mountain Gate Blade, sliding his palm along the edge. Blood instantly flowed from the tip to the hilt.

Such a scene left Xu Liangyue momentarily at a loss, but after inner struggle, he was moved by Yue Lin’s heartfelt words.

Dari, holding the Dragon Bow and riding the Thunder Beast, approached Laienhart. For the strongest saint in the heavens, even fully armed and using his best archery skills, Dari doubted he could win. But now was no time to fight; tearing apart their relationship would harm both sides.

Without much movement, a green whirlwind burst from his body, crushing the earth claw and lifting his body into the air.

Before his soul appeared countless stars, shimmering with crystalline light. His spirit seemed to bathe in a hot spring, bringing tranquility and delight.

Yet each time, he restrained himself well. Those two who dared address Donghua Taiyi so boldly were clearly people of extraordinary status.

Ouyang Yan nodded in response. That was the Sky Wolf Tribe’s heritage treasure, damaged in a clash with the Holy Ape’s golden cup.

“If it’s already destroyed, then forget it,” Sambika said regretfully, seemingly quick to believe Luo’s words.

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With the Golden-Eyed Divine Eagle scouting, Dari easily located Karas’ rebels, who were marching along the Weak Water River to rendezvous with the grain-pressing fleet.

Luo turned toward the four sea monster corpses lying on the seabed, retrieved a stone knife carved from patterned stone from the Black Cat Space, and began cutting the monsters’ meat.

But Zhao Yu knew Yang Zhu would never let herself fall. No matter how drunk she was, she never degenerated. The male hosts knew this well; if they dared cross the line, their fate would be grim.

Though the house was large, it was plainly obvious—was the mighty Demon Emperor really wandering aimlessly like a headless fly looking for a child here?

Not to mention when the grandmaster of the Holy War Sect personally came to Cape Town to forcibly seize the Holy Angel from Zhang Zhennan, Li Chen and his group had already retreated from the tomb.

This song was sung a cappella, perhaps expressing everyone’s feelings. Even if it was sad, they all hummed along silently. At this moment of understanding that separation was imminent, everyone seemed especially sincere, as if united as one.

“Auntie, Ranran, take it slow,” Li Chen called from across the room as he entered the bathroom.

Never before had he imagined that one day, just living in the same city as her would fill him with such joy.

Innocently criticized, Ling’er’s impression of Elder Ai worsened. How could she accept being scolded? She had to tease him back. “Grandpa, there’s a legend in our village!” She glanced at Elder Ai sitting on the other side of the sofa. He seemed indifferent to the tale and ignored her.

“Stop talking nonsense. I don’t agree with this contract,” Xue Xiaoni said angrily, then turned to leave.

Even her mother’s illogical logic didn’t appeal to her, yet Rouyi liked it—and watched with such enthusiasm.

Thus, the so-called hundred-thousand-strong border army led by Yun Chongwu could only cower within Baisheng Pass, passively awaiting the allied attack of the two tribes.

But the young man’s expression was cold and distant. His noble aura easily concealed his charm; one would see him as a high mountain flower—aloof, cold, and unattainable.