Chapter 180: You're Going to Be a Father

“My family back home has four daughters and two elderly parents to support. Every penny is stretched to its limit. I truly have no other choice. Big sister, I beg you, please spare me this once. If I lose this job, my husband will beat me to death.

Can’t I just repay you the money I took for the milk powder? No, I’ll pay you back double. Will ten dollars be enough?

This is all I have on me right now. You take it first. If it’s not enough, I’ll repay you slowly over time. Please, don’t let me lose this job. I really can’t afford to lose it.”

Chen Guizhi’s tear-streaked face silenced everyone present.

Placing Zhi Shui’s eyeball into the sealing scroll, the ethereal figure flickered and suddenly appeared before the flustered Tuan Cang.

After a period of calming breath and focusing the mind, gradually entering a meditative state, his spiritual perception became keen. Every sensation, even his sixth sense, was fully activated—he could hear the faintest sound of dust falling from ten yards away with crystal clarity.

“I have been in seclusion for fifty thousand years. It’s time to let go of the past. I’ve come to see if you are well.” Shui Mu Yan took a deep breath, recalling their last meeting in his mind.

Speaking thus, he spread his hands as if surrendering. The moment Yan Yuan grasped the knife, he knew he was no match, and now he no longer resisted.

Originally, when Huang Na asked Li Sanniang to deliver lyrics to Li Er, they certainly had no melody attached. After receiving the lyrics, Li Sanniang let her imagination run wild and set the words to the popular tune “Qing Ping Diao.”

Next, under Yi Tianxing’s introduction, Wang Chu and the others gained a general understanding of the Sword Tomb.

She had planned to sleep in a little later that morning, but just as she was deeply asleep, the phone kept ringing incessantly, like a deadly assault.

Yan Yuan spent less than fifteen minutes resolving his stomach problem, then quickly cleaned up the traces to ensure no one could easily discover them. After eating and drinking to his fill, he patted his belly, picked his teeth, and returned, appearing completely at ease as he fondled the fish.

Moreover, the crucial question is whether Liu Wuzhou independently deduced the use and tactics of the Divine Machine Arrow, or if some other means or methods enabled him to master them. This remains impossible to analyze.

“Yo, Kaya, how long were you gone this time?” Writing programs seemed effortless for Number Ninety-Nine. His fingers moved so fast on the keyboard they left afterimages, yet he still had time to greet Kaya casually.

Lu Shang had thought it through clearly. Even if this internet cafe wasn’t profitable, spending some money to make connections with Long Yun and Dongfang Bai was worth it.

Sima Le acted without hesitation. With a swing of his broad sleeves, over a thousand white rainbows tore through the sky and instantly appeared before the thousands of demon beasts. The white rainbows twisted around, encircling the beasts, tightening with force. The booming sounds of impact echoed all around.

Now, in the central hall’s plaza, he was determined to brutally slaughter Mo Tianfeng and his two companions, to vent the fury that had long burned in his heart.

One was the Fan Sect, the other Mu Yuan—both were beings far beyond the reach of ordinary disciples like themselves.

Immediately, Xu Bufan flicked his broad sleeves again. In the next instant, a chair appeared before him. On the table, a box about two or three dozen centimeters long materialized out of thin air. Without hesitation, Xu Bufan raised his hand and pointed sharply at the box’s golden lock, sending a surge of spiritual power towards it.

Given his identity and experiences, Zuo An was never one to procrastinate. He was well aware of where Du Caiwei had gone and where she encountered difficulties. That very night, he left the country directly.

Under these circumstances, Zhu Yanting certainly would not stand still. At the same time, she did not hesitate; with a swift movement, she shot upward. Her plan was to leave this place.

Moreover, some time ago, Monica called to say that Cameron had found her, wanting her to finance the production of a film. The price was steep—two hundred million dollars outright.