Chapter 59: Prank

All the physical discomforts pointed to a possibility that filled Gallo with both blazing fury and unspeakable humiliation—
This woman had very likely used that damn hypnotic ability on him once again last night, and while he was unconscious, had done certain... indescribable things to him.
Yet he had no proof whatsoever, as that segment of memory was utterly blank.
This sense of losing control and being made a fool of fueled a raging fire deep within his chest, which was why he had come straight to her at the crack of dawn to confront her.

After taking a bite, Qin Zhi remained silent, but he expressed his fondness through his actions by taking another piece.

My eyes widened as a wave of panic lashed at my internal organs. How could I ever bring myself to say something like "I don't want a son"?

Although Elder Xu failed in his ambush to intercept Long Pianpian, he still commanded his subordinates to search for that precious artifact, yet still without a single clue.

To say he wasn't frustrated would undoubtedly be a lie. Ten thousand giant elephants stampeded across Su Qing's mind, and he almost impulsively summoned the Unicorn Thunder Cloud Beast, which he fortunately managed to endure with all his might.

If this truly was the late period of the mammoth extinction, perhaps Curly and the others might know something about these special circumstances?

At the very same moment she grabbed his warm, calloused palm, he instantly responded by gripping her hand back and holding her tight.

Dudu finally paused, dropped to the ground, found a comfortable posture, and squinted his eyes to sunbathe.

"Gu Yusheng, why won't you just listen to me? I told you to leave, can't you just leave?" Ye Zimo was in genuine agony. She had just forced herself to remember what happened that night, and right now she simply didn't want to face Gu Yusheng—so why wouldn't he just leave?

Though Zhao Yi's cultivation was not exceptionally high, he was certainly not someone an ordinary mid-stage Soul Transformation cultivator could handle, let alone be killed by in a split second.

"Are you the so-called president? We belong to the Nether Moon clan, do you know that?" Mingzhu stretched out her neck and shouted with all her might toward the glowing magic crystal.

Ye Yaoguang flashed into her space, placed the precious box with utmost reverence beside the dressing case in her room, and picked up the Soul-Gathering Urn without a word, driving the space to fold back to the Myriad Immortals Sect.

"Fine, seeing as you've put so much thought into this, I'll treat you to some grilled fish." Ye Yaoguang took the fish from the big black bear's hands, cleaned it by the river, and then walked back along the same path to gather some natural seasonings such as nutmeg, cardamom, and bay leaves, directing the big black bear to make a fire.

Sheng Sheng pulled Fu Bao back, making him stop. The soil here looked somewhat like loose sand and gravel; if it were stepped on too heavily, disaster would strike.

Yet Ye Jian had no idea; she was still feeling uneasy at that moment, wondering how she might extinguish Father Fu's anger.

The soldiers were utterly exhausted, hugging their rifles and drifting off to sleep, only to be unceremoniously kicked awake by their comrades. Upon realizing what had happened, they snatched up their packs and broke into a mad sprint alongside their teammates.

It was too gentle, so gentle that even his gaze seemed charged with electricity; the moment she met his eyes, that current would dart straight into her heart, sending her breathing into complete disarray.

"Awoo!" The eldest wolf, having suffered the misfortune of being pecked, let out a sharp shriek. Its fur stood on end, and it leaped into the air on all fours; the sudden, piercing pain nearly scared its soul right out of its body.

The Imperial Noble Consort rose to offer a bow. At that moment, upon seeing the Emperor in person, her hands and feet turned somewhat cold, because the Emperor clearly looked as though he had been riding horses in a rush all day long, bearing no resemblance to someone handling affairs of state in the imperial villa. So who on earth had that "Emperor" in the villa been all these days?

By now, they no longer needed to worry about birth control. After giving birth to Huahua, Bai Qingqing gathered her courage and underwent a tubal ligation.

"Many thanks, Your Highness." Imperial Prince Huang Yanbo did not hold worldly possessions in particularly high regard, but he knew that the Eldest Imperial Son would not hand over such an item casually; genuine care and effort must have been poured into it.

After bypassing those dilapidated walls and arriving at a long-abandoned, ruined temple, Ye Zhining knew that they had reached their destination. Although she had no idea what this place used to be, judging by the numerous ruined temples standing here at a single glance, it certainly should not have looked like this.