Chapter 39: She Was Not Running a Fever Last Night

Just as Sang Fuying rose to fetch the medical examination report herself, Yuan Feiye emerged holding the test sheet, his expression complicated.

Seeing the subtle change in Yuan Feiye’s face, she tightened her grip on the carton of milk until her knuckles turned white.

“Brother Yuan, is that my medical report?” she asked, pointing at the printed sheet in his hand.

His expression did not show sorrow. Rather, it held a contradiction of tightly suppressed joy and profound worry.

But Sang Fuying only saw—

“I guessed this long ago. I never expected to obtain any evidence against Lin Bohua from you. If you were willing to testify against him, you would not have needed to betray President An.” Xiong Ruiyi had now confirmed his suspicion: Ding Yalan was indeed being controlled by something Lin Bohua had on her.

Yuanchun had entered the palace as a young girl and, from then on, could never see her parents or relatives again. After enduring all these years, she had finally risen to the position of imperial consort. Others saw only her glory, but even her family could scarcely understand the suffering in her heart.

After leaving the Digital City, Xiong Xiaobai began humming because she had bought something she liked. An Weichen walked silently beside her, a faint smile on his lips.

“Sister, you found me!” Fei Qingqing said with a sweet smile. Her smooth, long hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and a faint floral fragrance surrounded her.

Seeing Yiyi like this, it was obvious that neither Gao Junhao nor Shangguan Feng could get a word in. They could only wait patiently for Chu Shang to persuade her. Perhaps Gao Junhao thought that Yiyi had never met anyone from outside Misty Manor, and that her first encounter with Chu Shang and Shangguan Feng had merely struck her as something fresh and novel.

“Mom, no need. I’m going home. Yier will be here to pick me up soon.” Ziyan smiled at Li Yu.

In any case, the Ancient Mother Insect, like Wang Yu, harbored a tremendous hatred for the blue-skinned people. Since there was nothing they could do to Wang Yu, causing the Ancient Mother Insect some losses was still well worth it.

With an incredulous expression, Zhou Xing said, “Even if you’re powerful, I’ll still kill you.” As he spoke, he began chanting a spell.

Sitting guard at his bedside, Situ Wan’er saw Situ Yuze awaken and was instantly filled with joy. Her brother had finally regained consciousness. These past few days had nearly frightened her to death; she had thought he would never wake up again.

According to normal logic, an ordinary-talented mage would need at least fifteen years to advance from apprentice to first-level mage.

The blast of air scraped away a layer of the ground and surged to within less than ten feet of the two men before slowly dissipating.

Shang Biao did not answer. He merely tightened his hold on the Twin Star Lord in his arms, his gaze sweeping discreetly around them as he determined their escape route.

Hearing this, I realized that I truly bore a heavy responsibility, so I asked the question I cared about most. I said, “May I ask what my husband—that is, my man—looks like? And what proof will there be to show that he really is my husband? I must marry him, after all.”

Then, taking advantage of my inattention, he suddenly reached out to touch me. I seemed careless and unguarded, but in truth, I had been watching him from the corner of my eye. The moment he extended his hand, I seized it and warned him, “Take your filthy paws off me.”

Hu Wanshan nodded at once. He did not ask Dark Fox what they would be doing next. Instead, he waited until Dark Fox had disappeared from sight before quietly leaving the Joyful Inn.

It was not only Williams. The more than one hundred others who had been sent out of the Great Tomb of Death felt the same way, each of them wearing an expression of lingering fear.

They had come to help from before dawn. It would hardly do to send them home empty-handed. Even kinship had to be sustained through giving and receiving.

“Dance?” Yadan idly moved his fingers through the air, and the cup floating before him swayed in response. Once again, the people around them erupted in deafening cheers.

Guo Jia gazed at the setting sun in the distance and said anxiously, “I must personally investigate the strength of the cultivators in the mortal world. If the King of Hell wants to stop our great undertaking, he will have to rely on these people. Knowing both ourselves and our enemies, we will never be defeated.”