Chapter 37: Is this the police? I broke into a house to rob it and I’m about to be beaten to death.

"Yu Zi, I am your father. I would never harm you."
Yu Cheng's messages arrived one after another.
Every sentence, every word, felt like a death warrant.
Gazing at these words, Yu Zi felt her composure gradually unraveling.
Looking at the long paragraphs of text once more, she finally reached her breaking point and...
Therefore, in this place, the value of spirit beasts to them lay in their use as materials for artifact refining and medicinal ingredients, as was the case with flora.
Yet, deep down, he felt quite perplexed. Why was he not truly angry despite the man acting this way, feeling only a sense of powerlessness? Could it be that he really had fallen for him, just as the man claimed?
Zhao Xin continued to stare at Ye Xiao, as if trying to see right through him, while Ye Xiao maintained the same expression, looking for all the world as if he were truly innocent.
Because of this, An Yixia felt apologetic and deeply guilty whenever she faced Aselda. This guilt made it impossible for her to feel happy whenever she saw his face.
She took three hundred yuan with her and, instead of obediently going to eat, returned to the street with the flower and bird market, intending to settle on her great-grandfather's clothes that very day. However, the shop was already closed.
She had gone to fetch a script for Gu Ange, but upon returning, she found the two of them had arrived one after the other, happening to bump into each other.
Qu Yi was not very familiar with the layout of the hospital, and An Yixia had little recollection of the path they had taken, so she let Qu Yi push her around the facility.
Shu Xiaofeng shifted his body slightly and discovered that, seemingly, there was nothing unusual about him.
"...Then I will give you some food. These are things I collected in the past; some I am not even sure are edible, but you can have them all." Ye Siyu thought for a moment before speaking, then poured out a pile of items that made Ye Xiao’s eyes light up.
"Don't be surprised; they are just like that—utterly shameless!" Wu Xiong chimed in from the side, looking as if he were privy to a great deal of inside information.
"Who would ever complain about having too many skills? As the old saying goes, one can never have too many talents!" San Jian said with a laugh.
Attending the morning court... This was the second time Wei Wuji had heard such a summons, though the last time it had been for the Grand Court Assembly.
The match had only just begun, and Jordan still had plenty of opportunities to score. However, the Chinese team had more opportunities than they did.
Oh? Qi Feng laughed in extreme anger. I haven't even said a damn thing yet, and this brat is already catching an attitude?
Since this Qiongqi enjoyed consuming plagues, and he happened to have read about a spell for releasing plagues in the Pangu Corpse Sutra—though he hadn't studied it in detail at the time because he deemed it a malevolent art—he still remembered the method, more or less.
His words highlighted the formidable power of Feng Tianyou. At that moment, Dugu Huang suddenly surged forward, thrusting his sword toward Fan Weili.
At this time, there was no one in front of the gate except for two guards dozing off. Ye Suiyun took note, knowing that while the defense appeared lax, it was actually riddled with traps. Any uninformed person who blundered in would surely trigger the alarm, and hundreds of Dragon Crossbow Guards would instantly surround the place.
Perhaps the Pre-Heaven and Post-Heaven Bagua were simply too profound; the two were so engrossed in debating the merits of each that they did not even notice Chen Zhifan and Gui Puman approaching.
Baka passed the ball to Cerci on the right—not because he intentionally avoided passing to Zhang Shujie, but because the passing lane was blocked. After receiving the ball, Cerci instinctively glanced toward the center. Zhang Shujie had moved up, but his positioning was off; he had run behind Badelj and Roncaglia, with Gonzalo still in front of him.
"Hey! Use a little more strength, and I'll end up in a zero-distance embrace with this Black Demon Fallen Spirit! You're playing too rough—I'm not into that kind of thing!" Optimus Prime abruptly retreated, putting some distance between himself and the Black Demon Fallen Spirit, before shouting at Qisha.