Chapter 80: If You Say the Child Is Mine, I Will Acknowledge It

“Wen Ni!”
“Yes.”
After relaying Ximen’s request, Wen Ni unconsciously lowered her head, unable to meet Zhou Jingyi’s gaze. She hadn’t expected to be so frank with him.
But honestly, she regretted it the moment the words left her lips.
Because Zhou Jingyi seemed angry.
Very angry.
The pressure weighed so heavily on Wen Ni that she couldn’t even lift her head.
Er Luzhi, after placing Mu Kongshan on the bed, walked to the door and carefully observed the green-furred mouse.
My normal body temperature is far lower than that of a living person, so when he felt my forehead wasn’t hot, for me, it was already a high fever.

Suha and the others were stunned for a moment; the beast tribe soldiers were clearly much larger and more robust than they were, and their appearance was vastly different. Even if they wore the beast tribe uniforms, blending into the army would be impossible—the enemy could spot them at a glance.
Everything seemed predestined. Old Su, the shopkeeper, had always tried to keep Su Hang away from the pawnshop business, unwilling to let the child get involved before coming of age.
“Step by step, don’t worry, don’t worry.” After a long time, Lu Xuan shook his head happily. He was no longer the person he used to be. God had given him a second chance at life, and he had no intention of giving it up.
On the way back, everyone was unusually quiet. One reason was the shock of Yu Ji’s situation; another was the dwindling supply of rations. Speaking less meant conserving energy and feeling less hungry.
That night, we stayed at a nearby inn. Lin Jingyi and I shared a room. Jiu’er insisted on joining us, muttering that the nights were cold and she needed Yan Mo’s embrace to fall asleep.
It was the first time Xue Xingran voiced an opinion, and it was remarkably sensible. After careful consideration, it seemed highly probable.
Her fingers curled slightly as she lowered her gaze, a sense of utter despair settling over her. Just as she was losing hope, Gu Yinshu and his friends arrived.
Had the Empress Dowager not foreseen that the Empress would come to trouble Fu Wanyi after learning the Emperor had visited her the previous day, and had Ming Su Lan not arrived in time, the Empress’s impetuous temper would surely have stirred up fresh trouble.
Gu Liangsheng, utterly flustered, fumbled with his buttons, unable to fasten one he’d mismatched.
There was little conversation at the table; after rinsing his mouth, Jiang Muyuan explained that he’d been lured to the Su Xiang Restaurant by Sun Ke on his way home.
But Qi Liaoliao merely wanted to protect her child and win a chance for her husband to defend himself. It hardly seemed wrong.
The word “surrender” simply didn’t exist in Li Bin’s dictionary. Even now, in front of so many people, he was still talking tough. Yet before he could utter the word “death,” He Zhaodi covered his mouth.

Gu Yunjin hadn’t anticipated this move and was caught off guard, glancing between Jiang Muyuan’s face and the chessboard.
Sui Xin naturally understood why she was startled; the explanation sounded incredible—Song Yan had been personally summoned by her mother. Sui Xin herself had been shocked; she never imagined Shu Xin’s mother knew Song Yan.
How could Chu Yan and Dongfang Mu remain calm now, when their dearest loved ones were lost somewhere, enduring unknown suffering? How could they possibly stay composed?
Sui Xin knew this glutton would do something unexpected—covering her own eyes, truly unwilling to watch any longer.
Lin Zhengyang didn’t take the seat of the previous unlucky occupant, but instead dragged his own chair to sit opposite the man in black robes.
Yu Ming, wracked with abdominal pain, managed to block with a bent arm, yet the overwhelming force sent him stumbling, leaving him in a sorry state.
Having witnessed Su Cheng’s skills, they felt they didn’t even have the right to envy him.
As for the true information about the Return Ruins, it came only from those who had never left the Daoist sect, who entered the Ruins and, stimulated by its influence, became muddled cultivators and relayed their tales.