Volume 1, Chapter 51: From This Moment On, No Longer Wife and Mother!

Fu Jinxing deliberately made a loud noise with the pills and didn't forget to say, "I'm so good at taking my medicine now, Mom even praised me for being amazing!"

As she spoke, she cast sidelong glances at Lin Zhiwan sitting opposite her, desperately wanting to attract her attention.

Yet, Lin Zhiwan still didn't spare her a single glance.

Feeling aggrieved, Fu Jinxing pursed her small lips, on the verge of crying again.

At that moment, Lin Zhiwan stood up and left the dining room.

Unable to hold back any longer, the little one called out to stop Lin Zhiwan.

"Why won't you pay attention to me!"

She raised her head and glared at Lin Zhiwan.

Her little face was flushed with anger, and her eyes shimmered with wronged tears.

Lin Zhiwan finally consented to turn her head and look at her, her tone cold and indifferent.

Fu Jinxing deliberately made a loud noise with the pills and didn't forget to say, "I'm so good at taking my medicine now, Mom even praised me for being amazing!"

Gold? Lin Yichuan turned the word over in his mind and gnashed his teeth in anger. That was implying he was tacky and lacked the elegance of those two!

Xuan Shaozhan then brought his hands together, and two brilliant beams of light, like a river under the moonlight, poured from his fingertips. They swiftly curved and enclosed, trapping Lan Sigui's corpse and the black miasma surrounding him within.

Si Xian shook his head, retrieved his acupuncture pouch, and walked over. Accustomed to the routine, Jun Yinuo lowered his hands, letting Si Xian administer the needles.

At this thought, Shi Yuchu prepared to grab a few things and leave, but she heard a strange noise coming from next door.

Lin Jingyi possessed absolute confidence in the medicinal pills she refined. Even if Lu Chengyuan's self-restraint was a hundred times stronger than Hua Meiren's or Hua Manluo's, it would still be in vain.

Placed in the center was a solid wood table entirely out of place in a factory, adorned with fresh flowers, red wine, and food.

Even though she could not discern these subtle differences, simply looking at his affectionate expression at the moment made it hard for her to believe this was really Jun Yinuo.

"You didn't let me catch you." His back was turned to her, as if merely turning his head to look at her would violate some supreme taboo.

Once the effect of the Truth Serum took full hold, the immobilization talisman on Lu Chengyuan also lost its efficacy.

Tang Yuxi packed a few clothes, intending to stay at Qiao Ying's place for a few days. At the very least, she was still an actress and could not casually spend the night outside.

"The Taiyi Sect goes too far!" Leaving behind this parting remark, Leng Hanbing descended the mountain as well.

North Guluo Continent was a pure, frozen land of eternal slumber. It was said that most of the surviving remnants of ancient cataclysms hid deep within its recesses, surviving on borrowed breath. It was a truly lawless zone where no one cared to govern.

Yet he never expected that ever since the Great Ming Kingdom was established in Taiwan, the momentum of missionary work in Fujian would surge forward by leaps and bounds, seemingly sprinting into the Christian world.

"As you've said yourself, once the eight noble clans of Jingjun free up their hands, they will make a move against Liquan. Do you think I can afford to hand them such a massive flaw right now?" Chen Hai asked.

On this day, Lin Tian stepped into the Eighth Domain, successively executing three ancient emperors who had devoured all spirits to replenish their lifespans.

Ling Qi casually distributed some strange artifacts to a dozen or so Daoist child attendants. Those attendants, who looked indistinguishable from living humans, all bowed to him in unison and walked off toward the mountain paths.

Chen Qingtuni ducked and dodged, pulling out every trick in the book. He only dared to use the eighteen forms of the Immortal-Hammering Fist to counter the fierce winds swept up by the Immortal-Shattering Spear, not daring to make even the slightest contact. Beaten passively, his defense was fraught with harrowing close calls.

Following the direction of his outstretched finger, we looked outward and saw that it was indeed so. Ahead of the train lay a narrow tunnel, its long, rusted tracks leading into a pitch-black distance with no end in sight.

Hearing this, Fang Heng's expression turned solemn as well, and he nodded. Indeed, with the Sacred Tomb of the Demonic Clan undergoing such changes, anything was possible. Being prepared for this was far better than facing unexpected disasters.

"Aren't you playing a bit too rough, Fox Demon? Do you really think that rat spirit can still put up the slightest resistance for you? Even with my cultivation greatly diminished, slaughtering two beasts like you isn't all that difficult..." A chilling voice exploded beside Ling'er's ear. This telepathic transmission technique was a spell he had modified slightly using spatial power.

The hearts that had been hanging high in their chests finally eased just a bit; after all, learning that Lin Feng was still alive was already good news.