Chapter 068: Prenatal Checkup, The Timing of Pregnancy Doesn't Add Up

Wen Ni didn’t hear a word Zhou Jingyi said.

She was utterly disgusted.

His fingers had just touched her, then himself, and now he was bringing them to his own lips.

Wen Ni looked at Zhou Jingyi with an indescribable expression.

Zhou Jingyi withdrew his hand.

He turned and left.

Only when she heard the door close did Wen Ni finally relax, letting out a heavy breath as if she’d been a rooster in the midst of battle.

“Please wait, the data is complex and currently being processed.” Instead of Er Fen’s voice, what came out was a cold, stuttering mechanical tone.

“There are several elders present—how could I possibly take the seat of honor? I’d better sit below.” I felt a bit embarrassed; after all, the seat of honor was always reserved for the older generation. If I took it, people would surely say I was poorly raised.

“Here she comes!” Sun Qian lightly patted Luo Fu’s back to comfort her. Feeling the fullness of Luo Fu’s chest pressed against his own, Sun Qian’s mind wandered; he longed to savor the moment, but with his parents present, he dared not indulge. After soothing her, Luo Fu finally stopped crying and left his embrace.

After paying her respects with three bows, she departed with Bajie, Sand Monk, and the White Horse. Sun Wukong, hearing this, felt both angry and resentful, with nowhere to vent his frustration except to seek out the venerable Guanyin.

A true local tyrant—if he let them run wild on his own turf, how could he command respect in the Golden Triangle, or establish his authority?

But he did not look, because given his cultivation, he knew well that those people were merely lost souls.

“Zhou Shen, I’d like to discuss something with you.” Qin Fen spoke, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Zhou Shen.

“Just wait. This is our way of life.” Qin Fen cast a glance at Tuoya Jia, who was idly daydreaming at that moment.

The wild tiger and his companions, who’d been furiously attacking, quickly withdrew, staring in fear at the giant crocodile lying in a pool of blood, then looking apprehensively at Qin Yu.

“You misunderstand. I’m the one seeking her help—when I think of my sorrows, my eyes redden.” Mu Hongyi, coming to her senses, hurriedly explained.

The main gate was built from massive logs, simple and unadorned, with a plaque above bearing three bold characters: Frost Ridge Peak.

Just as the debate online was heating up, Li Ya and Thor imprisoned Loki in Stark Tower.

This was Chu Yi’s test for him; if his answer satisfied Chu Yi, then perhaps he could gain Chu Yi’s appreciation and support.

Meanwhile, Luo Xi, Shi Haoming, and Murong Zi descended, followed by Nangong Yi supporting Wen Wan Yi. As they arrived, they saw Murong Dan leering, spinning around, while Mu Hongyi gritted her teeth, eyes red. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed someone had made her cry through teasing.

“Ahem, I see you’re quite close with her.” Though she said this, Murong Zi still lowered her head guiltily.

Zhao Fu held his breath, not daring to underestimate his opponent anymore; his burly figure guarded the forbidden zone behind him with utmost vigilance, leaving not a single opening.

Suddenly, a sharp shout echoed from above. Bi Heng looked up abruptly, seeing a silhouette overhead that seemed so familiar.

Just then, Li Ya burst in and rescued the Karma Taj magicians who should have perished.

The two leaped, one after the other, almost simultaneously; they met in midair—one holding the ball, ready to shoot, the other with arms outstretched, preparing to block.

Everyone’s stomachs were full of words, eager to speak, but at the sight of the emperor’s expression, they swallowed them back.

His words were half true, half false; even if there were thoughts of bringing him into the mountain stronghold, now was not the time. After all, he was an official of the court, while the stronghold had barely a hundred men. Even a fool would know which way to choose.

He promptly led his troops in ambush; the exhausted remnants of the Xingwu Army, having lost all will to resist, couldn’t even run anymore. They simply knelt and surrendered, the process remarkably effortless.