Chapter 32

"What? You are the son of Yu Huaji? Doesn't that make Yu Chengdu your brother?" the old soldier exclaimed in shock upon hearing this.

"You know, there is usually only one fate for people who play both sides," Erica and Ada exchanged glances, reaching a rare consensus on this point.

So, I really do have a connection to the Donaldson family. No wonder Willard looked so terrified when he heard that surname last night.

"This pregnancy is stable, but your days ahead will become increasingly difficult. You must prepare yourself mentally." Long Wuxiang pursed his lips, not daring to meet her expectant eyes.

At breakfast, the group sat around Wu Zhen. They drank soy milk and ate fried dough sticks, the atmosphere harmonious.

A-Feng was also somewhat surprised; she didn't know why the resentment in her heart had lessened—it was clear that her maternal family's life was not easy.

However, Leng Yu's condition did not improve. She opened her mouth wide and struggled to inhale as if someone were strangling her, but it was to no avail.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi's arm shook violently. A silvery-white radiance emerged from his left palm and burst forth, dazzlingly bright.

Of course, such things depend on luck and destiny. It is not entirely impossible that not a single immortal beast or divine beast might be found for the next five hundred and forty years.

Forty-seven went to show his badge, and after asking in several offices, he learned that Qi Tianhua was playing table tennis in a recreation room on the sixth floor.

These beggars did not ask Jia Qianqian, who was nearby, nor did they ask the attendants following them; they all swarmed around Long Jie.

"Kill me? You truly lack the ability. Let me tell you! I obtained this divine artifact by killing your fine disciple, He Yi. What, did he not tell you he possessed such a heaven-defying treasure?" Feng Qian mocked, wanting to disgust Gu Qian.

The moment she turned her head, two lines of tears welled up and spilled from her eyes, sliding down her delicate skin and exquisite chin before falling.

"I need to rest for a while; you keep watch here," Su Qingqiao said softly, her face growing paler by the moment.

"The King is busy with state affairs and is currently conferring with his ministers." The indifferent voice spilled from those thin lips, instantly drowned out by the sound of carriage wheels and horse hooves.

After sitting down, Yue Qi felt a bit awkward and simply scanned the room. Li Tianxiu, however, kept whispering to A-Jiao, and bursts of light laughter could be heard from time to time.

Just as Mother Cao was there insulting Xie Fei, the subject herself, Jiang Yuling, was hiding in a corner watching it all, biting her lip in triumph and waiting to see the joke.

However, Xie Fei knew clearly that for this sour and mean-spirited old woman to change, she would have to be reincarnated.

As for cleaning up the messes left behind, this was not the first or second time she had done it.

She didn't fail to see the zombie and the old ghost; she simply felt that those two things were completely ordinary, no different from the normal people around her.

When he said this, the villagers of Xiashan Village breathed a sigh of relief. By comparison, they were still more willing to trust Xuan Yuanzhen and his group.

With her nimble skills and absolute loyalty, Wen Shiyi no longer worried about the safety of her children when she had to leave them at home while she was busy.

Although this body was not her own, the inexplicable palpitations she felt when kissing Lu Chengyao were impossible to ignore.

Hearing this, Wang Qiming immediately winked, signaling Wang Qihang to take the others away, while he pulled Director Wu aside.

He leaned over, eyes closed, and kissed her devoutly, slowly and with a sense of intense encroachment.

Well, since things have escalated to this point today, someone is bound to suffer, or else no one will be able to step down gracefully.

The media only needs a little bit of breaking news; it is impossible for an artist to pour out everything like spilling beans. As long as a win-win situation is maintained, that is perfection.

Chang Lin occupied Socotra Island not for its resources. It was just like the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan—an attempt to extract geopolitical advantages. If the Soviets remained in Afghanistan, it would be easier to suppress the surrounding countries.

Li Ye frowned with some impatience. He didn't want to pay attention, but thinking that there might be something truly urgent, he let the person in. In truth, if he followed his heart, he would rather go inside and ask what was wrong with Tao Junlan.

"Youyou, I have urgent business and must leave. Do you have any friends you can notify?" After hesitating, he decided to go to Japan.

The group drank some tea at the Red Robe Pavilion, discussed a few matters, and then dispersed.

However, Tao Junlan stopped trying to persuade her; in any case, as time passed, Green Willow would eventually recover.

"Is this easier than building a skyscraper?" Chang Lin came to visit the next day and even gave the troops a day off to watch the miracle created by the Four Ghosts.

Mi You suddenly felt a strange sensation in her heart. She had always thought that Long Yuze was the young master, the kind of young master who deservedly and naturally stood above these people. She had never imagined that the Dragon Gang had already become a scattered mess.

Screams and explosions allowed the reporters on the Shanghai to record this magnificent moment. They found it hard to believe how the opponent's missiles could lose control while the flying arrows could each find their respective targets.

Zhou Shuxian became even more assured of her, and because Li Moshan's increasingly high-profile behavior attracted most of Zhou Shuxian's attention, her own days became more and more leisurely.