Chapter 83: Father Lu

“Pfft—” Lu Bowl sprayed a mouthful of water, coughing as he stared at his mother in disbelief. “Mom, what did you say?”
Was he dreaming?
“Oh son, you definitely heard me right.” Mao Laidi stepped forward, “I mean it. Think about it. That little Gu is beautiful, has a good character, and her medical skills are superb. She does have a daughter, but the child is still young and won’t remember much. If you raise her well, it’s no different from having your own daughter. Later, you and little Gu—”
Lin Miaoyin returned to the table, smiling as she cradled a beer. Lu Qingrou was a veteran of the nightlife, frequenting bars, so she was well-versed in drinking, but tonight she refrained from anything stronger and simply enjoyed beer with Lin Miaoyin.
Mo Qianqian had never suffered such humiliation. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet she dared not retort. Had she truly misunderstood Han Jinfeng?
Phantom swore in his heart that as long as he lived, he would personally tear Prince Yu to pieces. Otherwise, he would betray Mu Tie and the Battle King, who raised him.
Inside the doorway, the ruins from the collapse years ago appeared before everyone, a pungent scent of death filling the air.
Master Zhang finished his instructions, then turned and left. He refused any company, declined my offer to buy him a drink, and merely told me to collect his ashes at the funeral home tomorrow.
Following the old man into the Five Venoms Sect was effortless; no one questioned them or tried to stop them.
“No, I absolutely won’t let anyone touch a single hair on Fei’er’s head. A real man knows when to bend. I’ll kneel.” After a moment’s internal struggle, I convinced myself again: for Fei’er, I would once more submit to the old bastard.
Either something dangerous inside was coming out, or someone was secretly following us, exceptionally skilled at hiding.
At the front of the main hall, there was a pool—something quite unusual—and the water inside actually flowed.
I quickly interrupted Old Tang, not wanting him to continue, or who knows how things would end. Old Tang kept grinning lewdly, making me want to give him a good kick.
In Shanghai City, a man stared at the giant screen atop a building, murmuring in confusion.
Even if they were killed, the “source essence of power” could not be obtained directly. Due to the world’s system, these essences would first be absorbed by the world, then their properties reset by the world’s force. Finally, the ownerless “source essence of power” would randomly appear somewhere in that world.
Nail Deck strode forward, murderous intent blazing. He decided to blast Allen and the others with a cannon. Allen had already been handed over to their gendarmerie.
“This is great! We have over a dozen self-igniting muskets, take a look at them. We have tools; just found some with the bandits,” Wang Youcai said excitedly.
Moreover, when projecting, only single law mysteries were used, while the “Earth Law” essence was a fusion of six law mysteries, or rather, these six “law mysteries” were themselves derived from the “Earth Law.”
“Linley, I’d heard you were the pride of your clan, but didn’t expect you to become a High God before we even met. Truly incredible,” Vivya said. “I’ve never managed to visit the Life God Realm to pay respects to the ancestor. That’s my fault, I beg your forgiveness,” Linley replied.
Wu Huateng never told Tang Yueyun that this was actually a type of gene potion targeting obesity, effective only for those with overweight genes; it would not work for people without such tendencies.
In mid-November, Huanteng Group held a press conference, attended by hundreds of domestic and international media outlets. Today, the group would announce a major business development.
Sadly, fate did not favor them. Chris Webber and Old Nelson were at odds; Webber was eventually traded to Washington, and Old Nelson was dismissed by the Warriors’ owner.