Chapter 104: You Can Have a Child Too

Fu Chen’s brow twitched faintly as he looked at Lin Yiqing with some impatience. “What do you want to do?”

Lin Yiqing broke free from Fu Chen’s embrace in an instant, faint anger flickering in her eyes. “What could I possibly do? A Chen, are you afraid I’ll hurt Shen Huaiqing? Is that the kind of person I am in your eyes?”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became; her face flushed bright red, her voice rising several degrees. “She slapped me hard before, and I didn’t say a single word. And now you still suspect me?”

Fu Chen looked at the somewhat frantic woman before him with a complicated gaze. On this matter, no matter how one put it, he was the one who had wronged Lin Yiqing.

“I didn’t mean that. I...”

As he spoke, the Red-Haired Fiend charged forward of his own accord, drawing the corpse-demon leader’s attention. After a few wild roars, the corpse-demon leader panted heavily, its eyes fixed on the Red-Haired Fiend, and then the power in its entire body erupted in an instant as it roared and rushed in.

But Song Qingren’s temper had always been difficult to read, so the man could only answer and leave in a hurry.

What made them even more uneasy was that the task worlds experienced by the other freshmen were of a lower grade and, unlike the Tang Divine Continent where they were, did not truly exist; neither the world nor the plot could sustain them for long. Thus, the next time they entered, it would be an entirely new world.

If not for his zombie body, which was also terrifying beyond measure, even Chu Xun, with a heaven-grade golden core, would have had no choice but to fail when facing more than ten others of the same rank.

At a glance at Chen Fusheng’s expression, Su Zhengfeng understood what he was thinking. Still, this could be called human nature and was nothing unusual, so instead he used it to encourage Chen Fusheng for a while.

“Sis.” Seeing Qi Guo lift her arm, Qi He’s normally indifferent expression blossomed into a radiant smile at once.

Turning his gaze to Shaanxi, in the Governor-General’s Office of Xi’an Prefecture, Li Mu met a dignified middle-aged man. This man was none other than the Empress’s father, Zhang Guoji, the officially ennobled Earl of Taikang.

After the Ming fired cannon warnings, the Dutch fleet sounded the signal for battle, and the ten Dutch cruisers began to raise full sail, charging at top speed toward the Ming navy inside Quanzhou Harbor.

“Keep these ores with you for now.” It had been two or three months since the last shipment of ore. Although the mining was done by ordinary people here, the tools were all high-tech excavation machines, so even ice spirit stone could be dug with ease.

The shells looked as though they had been polished from crystal, their interiors pitch black, with faint red threads occasionally surfacing in the darkness.

When Taiyi saw the Great God Pangu attacking them, he summoned the Chaos Bell, hoping to hold him off for a moment.

Qing Rang had not slept soundly in the carriage. First, the weather was cold and her limbs were icy; second, the convoy was about to arrive in Nanxiang, yet Feng Qian still had not brought Jin Niang back. She feared another sleepless night, so she quietly got up and wanted to sit by the campfire for a while.

Rose and the executives were discussing a response plan. With Han Zhichen absent, Ji Xiyan, a complete newcomer, found it hard to support the whole situation, especially since she was the closing act.

“What does that have to do with anything? They’re just a few old romances.” Jiang Xiaoxiao clearly had not realized how serious the situation was.

Xi Xichen opened the chat app and played for a while when her phone rang. It was a call from Chu Aotian.

The knot in her heart was finally untied. How could a thing like puppet techniques, which required chakra to function, flourish in Loulan, where there were no ninja? Yet in her memory, the ingenious puppets within that Lost Tower seemed scarcely inferior to those of Sand Hidden Village.

Looking at Ruo Xin, whose smile was gentle and whose eyes were warm as spring, Guan Jingtian could not help but nod.

Although the Guardian Officer himself had always considered being sent to Feitu Valley a miserable fate, to become a Guardian Officer one had to possess a powerful conviction. The source of that conviction was precisely an extreme fervor and loyalty to the grand cause of the Shura Realm.

As Fan Qiuniang rode onward, her long eyelashes were dotted with moist raindrops. Seeing that Wang Yuanbao’s carriage was unharmed, she slowed her horse slightly and continued to follow at neither too near nor too far a distance.