Chapter 126: Losing the Ability to Bear Children

"Ah!"

Song Hui stared wide-eyed at Fu Chen, who was standing in the doorway, and let out an involuntary gasp. Her pants were still down—this was just too embarrassing.

Fu Chen, however, seemed oblivious. He hurried forward, looking her up and down with nervous concern. "What’s wrong? Are you in pain?"

How had Song Hui never noticed before that Fu Chen could be so thick-headed? Couldn't he see what she was doing? And yet, he walked in as if nothing were amiss, asking question after question.

"I'm fine, I just pulled something and it hurts a little. Could you please step out?" Mindful that she had just undergone surgery and needed to avoid getting upset, Song Hui tried her best to suppress her inner...

Her expression darkened, and she bit her lip. She didn't dare imagine the worst, but the chilling presence of Lu Ziyou behind her filled her with dread.

Also, why did it feel like the magma on his forehead had formed three F's? Was he burning with a raging, boiling fire? Had he entered some kind of state of fury?

He released several miniature raccoons, which scurried across the ground in all directions to scout the surroundings. To his shock, he found that they were surrounded on all sides by charging phantom knights.

Furthermore, the comic’s promotional campaign specifically highlighted that there would be a related event, with the details hidden within the pages of the comic itself. This only piqued everyone’s curiosity even further.

The person raised their eyes, spinning with a smile, and fell into her arms as bonelessly as if they had no skeleton at all.

Bright red blood dripped into the jet-black medicinal brew. As the steam from the kitchen stove drifted before her eyes, she tilted her head and stared at the wound on her wrist.

The system was his greatest safeguard and trump card in this world; it absolutely could not be allowed to malfunction.

The courtside camera panned to "The Lord of the Rings," Bill Russell, sitting in the front row. The once-great king had secured nine championships in his ten years with the Celtics, including eight in a row. As the most dominant big man to ever grace this land, he was old now, his hair and beard white, yet he merely raised a hand slightly when the camera caught him.

Living a happy life with two lovely children, a celebrity husband, and a luxury villa in a white neighborhood, Germaine’s mood had been abysmal for the past two days—so much so that she hadn't even noticed when her baby crawled to the edge of the bed.

A person who had died eight years ago and someone seen six years ago could not possibly be the same individual.

Seeing everyone staring at her, Su Zhuzhu’s pretty face flushed a deep red. However, she didn't shy away or run off. Chen Lang would be her husband sooner or later; what was the harm in a little kiss?

Su Xing let out a loud laugh. In this world, he had status—he was the son of the Nameless One, which was why he possessed the Hero Sword. But Su Xing had no desire to continue this relationship; he had never once wanted to acknowledge this kinship.

"Sigh, Elder Hua Yan should be able to handle this situation, so I won't intervene. The most important thing right now is to complete the mission assigned by my master." Ling Qingzhu’s gaze sharpened. The green lotus beneath her feet spun slowly, and her figure turned into a phantom, vanishing directly into the dense forest. The direction she was heading, however, was toward the Void Thunder Pool.

It was just that when they truly encountered trouble, Liu Jun only jumped out to act arrogant, and when that failed, he flopped onto the ground and groveled. In the end, it was Ye Xuan who solved the problem.

Tu Shan Honghong was still wearing her signature red robes, the bells on her hem tinkling, while Tu Shan Rongrong remained as squint-eyed as ever. As for Tu Shan Yaya? She had a wine gourd even larger than herself strapped to her back, looking as ridiculous as always.

The dust and withered leaves on the ground were whipped up by the lash, forming a tornado on the flat ground that swirled around the whip’s path, becoming yet another barrier to protect Wang Hailong.

But in my heart, I knew that I couldn't just sit idly by in a situation like this. In the end, I still had to do something of my own.

With a slight tug of her hand, there was a ripping sound as the pillow was torn open, scattering petals across the floor.

Over the past half-month, even though he had spent a significant amount of time helping him complete missions, his zombie army had still managed to earn him a considerable amount of attribute points.