She Proposed Going to Work

Gu Fangyu had been very well-behaved these past few days, and with Aunt Lan taking care of her, the dull ache in her lower abdomen had finally subsided.

Fearing that Gu Hanchen might discover the daily medication she needed to take, she had Aunt Lan secretly obtain the prescriptions from Jiang Qi under the guise of grocery shopping.

On this particular day, Aunt Lan had just returned when she ran right into Gu Hanchen, who had already come back home.

Gu Fangyu stood obediently before him, her heart leaping into her throat the moment she saw Aunt Lan enter.

She secretly shot a warning glance at Aunt Lan.

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Jiang Beihan, however, wore a bitter expression. In truth, even before Shen Yue's arrival, the Council of Elders at Kunlun Academy had already considered offering Shen Yue financial compensation in the academy's name, hoping to spare Yang Jianfei and the others from execution.

Recalling the explosion just moments ago, Xia Huo still felt a lingering chill in his chest. Even if he were to unleash his full strength, it probably wouldn't even equal a tenth of that terrifying might.

Just as Zhang Yi hauled that fellow along and caught up with the main force, the bandit cavalry could already be seen in the distance. Upon receiving this news, the sturdy guards of the Wei family caravan immediately braced themselves in strict readiness.

Yang Xiong's natural talent was mediocre; being able to cultivate up to the ninth rank of martial mastery was already a stroke of immense fortune. Because his cultivation realm had been elevated primarily through the consumption of medicinal pills, his actual combat prowess was low, and his achievements in this lifetime would remain capped right here.

The void trembled slightly, and a man clad in pure white battle armor appeared in the sky above. His face was as pale as paper, the hands exposed outside his sleeves were equally paper-white, and even his hair, eyelashes, and pupils were of a stark, pure white hue.

The three of them had witnessed Zhang Yi's power just now and knew he was unquestionably far more formidable than any of them. Thus, they could only watch helplessly, lacking the courage to step forward and greet Zhang Yi—a common flaw among such bullies who cowered before the strong and preyed upon the weak.

She resolved that if she truly conceived the fruit of love with Zhou Qing, she would definitely give birth to the child, raise it with the utmost care, and bestow every wonderful thing upon it.

"Boom!" A pillar of white light surged directly into the firmament, and at that very moment, everyone across the entire city witnessed this otherworldly anomaly.

"There is no need for that. Lord Zhang is the Emperor's most trusted subject, and this official is hardly worthy of an apology from him!" Zhang Siwei said with an iron-clad, livid expression.

While wandering through the primordial wilderness, he happened to meet his current Dao companion. The two of them fell truly and deeply in love. In the beginning, they would either jointly comprehend the Great Dao or soar together across the untamed realms, living the blissful and carefree lives of immortal soulmates.

Immediately afterward, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly felt a sudden, agonizing one-hundred-and-eighty-degree twist at his waist from an unexpected pinch.

Following the self-detonation of Patriarch Qiankun, Luo Hou was directly thrown into critical injury. The Immortal Execution Sword Formation could no longer be sustained, transforming back into the four Immortal Execution Swords and the Immortal Execution Formation Diagram, which plunged directly into Luo Hou's body. The forms of Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Spiritual Ancestor Yang Mei then manifested.

"What!" Upon hearing this, Chen Zhihe hurried to look in the direction Ling Yunchao indicated, only to see Gao Yang indeed carrying the old man on his back as he walked toward them.

"I'll try cutting these cables without shutting down the furnace..." He Hao said, having exhausted all other options.

The moon had reached the center of the sky, and the distant sound of the night watchman's clapper drifted over. Listening closely, one could tell that it was already past the midnight hour, deep into the night.

Yin Xiao swiftly lowered his body, fished out his sniper rifle from behind his back, and slipped behind the cover of a wall.

Without the slightest hesitation amidst the perilous brush with death, Yin Xiao executed a nimble roll, scrambled to his feet, and darted into an adjacent workshop breakroom. From there, he vaulted out through a window on the other side—leading straight into the heavy machinery and welding workshop, a massive industrial hall where large steel structures were hoisted, welded, and assembled.

Sure enough, after a short while, someone poked their head inside, eagerly and curiously asking the teahouse proprietor which Zhang family maiden it was and how her husband had been exposed as a fox spirit.

Lu Xuanqing knew that Yue Lingjun would never tolerate anyone lying in his presence. Therefore, this blueprint had genuinely been drawn by Shen Yingniang. This revelation came as a complete surprise to him, completely shattering the previous impression Shen Yingniang had left in his mind.