Chapter 79: Wenling Misses Her Mother

The little girl's two braids were now so dirty they were nearly tangled, and her clothes were soaked through. At this moment, she sat in the corner of the balcony, hugging her knees, her head buried as she wept. She looked utterly pitiful.

Cao Bin sighed, walked over, and crouched beside her, speaking softly, "If you want to stay here and cry, then you can..."

With the multifunctional assistant machine's frenzied translations, Li Bumei instantly learned how to operate a mobile warrior, becoming the most formidable pilot and easily defeating the so-called ace drivers from countless worlds.

"No matter what you choose, Zijin will support you. I only hope you don't pick an option you'll regret," Cai Zijin said. There was no right choice, but inevitably, one would lead to regret—or perhaps both would.

Li Bumei couldn't help but sigh; these swords had long lost their spiritual brilliance, no longer possessing their former might, mere flickering candles in the wind. Yet the energy contained within them remained unrivaled, hinting at the dazzling glory the fourteen sword masters once possessed.

Seeing her not choose either of the two bowls of porridge brought by the god-like figure, but instead pick his own and smile at him—

Who Will Buy Dior: It probably isn’t nonsense, right? Didn’t we hear before that her boyfriend treats her exceptionally well? When they argued, that boy even messaged her dormmates, asking them to look after Qin Yiyi.

Facing the Empire's counter-encirclement, Wilton made a decisive move—he threw his last unit into battle, merging the escort ship squad with the aerial cruiser forces to create a force strong enough to resist the Empire’s troops.

Though he had vanquished a level nine evil ghost, he only received a reward of 200 Nether coins. Yet Wang Huai felt no regret; after all, he had slaughtered every bastard intent on destroying his family.

"So powerful!" Durant felt himself pressed against the tank, his body and mind both tormented.

Li Jinchen wore a cozy white turtleneck sweater at home, bathed in the warm glow of lamplight, exuding a sense of beauty and lazy comfort. Even his dining movements carried a unique elegance.

If He Qingfeng casually said something and dragged him off to some remote backwater, all their careful arrangements would be wasted.

"Since Xiao Yan gave a special warning, he must have his reasons," Gong Min acknowledged the thoughtful young man.

After all, they were twins. If Ino was alive and the siblings met, Yining could not possibly fail to sense it.

Gu Qianyu, however, was not particularly surprised; in that world, aside from teasing Tang Seng, she had no real desires.

Yet a voice seemed to whisper that the Emperor was not in the demon realm, so he took his master's soul to seek out Ancestor Mingyang and exchanged his own true dragon essence to retrieve the system. Unexpectedly, the system was bound to his master's Sumeru space.

"Where did you hide my grandfather?" Gong Mengmeng was anxious, holding Luo Rong tightly, her face filled with worry.

Jin Yan laughed softly, his gaze upon Gu Qianyu filled with immense tenderness and pampering—an absolute, unreserved adoration.

Mother Ying's delight was genuine; she focused solely on speaking with Ying Zhan, leaving her husband standing awkwardly to the side.

As all the information was gathered, the details of certain events began to emerge. Today was August 25th; he had disappeared about a month ago, which would be around July 20th.

But Wang Zhiming and his group couldn't handle that bizarre colossus, nor a few venomous frogs. The tranquilizer gun had long been prepared for it, but the reason they brought Yadell was because Yadell's marksmanship far surpassed his own.

"So... ten years ago, that explosion on the island—was it your doing?" Shen Yi's bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at Austin, his words slow and deliberate.