Chapter 128: Did You Two Kiss?

Song Hui rested her head against Fu Chen’s chest, where she could clearly hear his heartbeat. He carried a faint scent of tobacco, mingled with the fresh fragrance of laundry detergent and that distinct, earthy woody aroma.

Buried in his embrace, she wore a look of triumph, a smug smile tugging at her lips. Feeling that wasn't quite satisfying enough, she took a deep sniff.

"Then don't go against me in the future. I'm afraid I'll end up with depression."

Whatever condition Song Hui proposed now, Fu Chen would agree without hesitation, provided it was within his power. Resting his chin atop her head, he replied earnestly, "Alright, as long as what you say is reasonable, I will listen to you."

This was exactly what Song Hui had hoped to achieve...

Li Sui did not mind Song Yuhua’s midnight visit at all; in fact, he subconsciously assumed she must have had something of the utmost urgency to discuss. Kong Yixiu, however, was a different matter. Although he was a staff member sent by his superiors, they were still strangers, and Li Sui harbored a degree of caution toward him.

Before they had run far, another sound emerged from the distinct wailing of the infant—it was the crying of yet another baby.

Heh, he wanted to see just how far she would sacrifice herself for Feng Qin, her childhood sweetheart with whom she had grown up.

Low Profile: Within one minute, no matter how eye-catching your actions, they will not attract any attention.

"I know you don't want to halt construction, but someone must be forcing you. Tell us who is behind this, and everyone will receive ten thousand yuan," Fang Qian said.

"Do you take me for a fool? According to our agreement, it should be over seventy-three thousand," Zi Min retorted indignantly.

In the evening, Xu Chenxi sat on the sofa, fiddling with my phone for no apparent reason, while I naturally rested on the couch.

The remaining Heavenly Kings, having all heard of this long-renowned senior, stepped forward to pay their respects one by one. However, everyone was whispering about the sudden reappearance of Xun Mei, who had long since vanished, and they were equally perplexed as to how Zi Min could possibly know him.

But for those like Li Yuanting and Chen Jia'an, who had to lead armies into battle, the only ones truly capable of following by Song Yushi’s side to serve as his shield were he and Sha Jinwei.

Seeing the pockmarked man dead, my expression shifted. Truth be told, I never expected him to be so fragile; I had finished him off in just a few strikes.

"I know, I’m taking you there right now. Besides, the previous ship is also heading in that direction," the sea monster replied without a second thought, though a question lingered in his mind.

Xue Tu looked up and saw a figure appear above the grand formation. The man’s hair and beard were white as snow, yet his face was as refined as jade. Most striking were his two eyebrows—also white, and so long and thin that they draped down to his shoulders.

The room was dark, and the interior of the cabinet was naturally pitch black; Yu Jingque could not even see the watch on his own wrist.

But Xu Hao stepped forward lightly, his internal energy radiating outward. The myriad silver snakes were shattered upon impact. He clenched his fists, veins bulging beneath his skin, his entire body turning a deep cyan-purple. As he unleashed his punches, the aura was heaven-shaking.

Whenever Xu Hao encountered such situations, he would invariably release his full Great Golden Immortal aura, his eyes narrowing with a sword intent that pierced the heavens, clearly signaling that at the slightest hint of movement, he would finish his opponent off.

"Many thanks to the Immortal Envoy for your willingness to comply!" Upon hearing this, Ge Dongxu waved his hand, retracted the five Golden-Armored Zombies, and bowed slightly toward Yao Xuan.

With that, he broke off his stance, stopped tangling with Shangmou Zhengzhen, and charged straight into the Demon Palace.

"Hmph, based on his abilities, he must be one of China's super-powered beings, or perhaps a figure from Chinese mythology. Let’s go." Red Skull pressed the bomb’s countdown and decisively retreated.

Dropping out of school at a young age, drifting on the streets with Gou Dan and Er Qin, picking up cigarette butts, eating leftovers—shamelessly begging for meals was the norm, and fawning over others with a cheeky grin became a catchphrase. The misery of those days was truly heartbreaking.

The exposed skin on his back was still bristling with silver needles, gleaming coldly under the flickering firelight. Jun Qiluo walked over to Long Yin, removed the needles from his back, placed them back into the needle roll, and helped him sit up, once again channeling her internal energy to drive the cold from his body.