Chapter 97: Occupying the Wildlife Park

At that very moment, the sound of gunfire ceased. From the nearby radio, the woman’s voice returned, full of obvious displeasure: “Trying to run? Do you really think you can escape? Let me tell you, I have at least twenty sniper rifles trained on the outside. This entire area is under our control, wherever you go, there will always be a gun pointed at you.”

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While Su Qianyu was diligently cultivating, a man dressed in a white robe approached. Tang Wan understood; in her previous life, Tang San had been a madman devoted to turning theory into practice, utterly obsessed with research. Encountering a kindred master now, how could he not be thrilled?

Fang Yuan’s smoky voice in this song was still rare in this era, and he sang with such desolation and sorrow that it pierced straight to the heart, drawing listeners into empathy and triggering tears and deep emotion.

Fu Zhi Su intended to say: I won’t disturb you, I’ll head back now. But at this moment, she was inhabiting Lang Yun Jue’s body.

Jiang Yun Shu ignored Feng Chuan’s barrage of questions, focusing intently on the sounds coming through the stethoscope.

Born frail and sickly, she was blessed with an endlessly doting mother, Lady Ding, and a father, Cao Cao, whose moods shifted frequently—awkward but indulgent toward her.

Fresh air filled her lungs, but her stomach felt as if she’d just swallowed poison, sending waves of intense nausea.

This, apparently, was life. Chen Jiangbei glanced at his phone and said, “Let me give you a few numbers.”

He broke his word, yet he still had the nerve to act as if he was in the right. Just because he’s the emperor, does that mean he can do whatever he wants?

Of course she wouldn’t go. She’d come out only to check on Ye Zhu Sheng, and now that she’d seen him, there was no way she’d follow this person to the restroom and let him take advantage of her.

Prajna had said that ghost children were a unique existence, clinging to their mother’s body even before birth. In other words, wherever I am, the baby will be there too.

“Is it really fabricated?” Xu Zihao sneered, pulling a stack of photos from his pocket and throwing them onto the table.

She never imagined that Ji Yan Mo would publicly announce his marriage to Lu Tang Tang.

Hearing this utterly insane request, even Xiao Yunjie was stunned for a fraction of a second, then quickly recovered.

Outside, the sun shone bright and clear, not a cloud in the sky—a scene of peace and harmony, perfect for a family outing and enjoying time together.

Jiang Xiyue cried even harder, her eyes red like a rabbit’s, glaring at him fiercely. Then, she bit down hard on his lips.

The two brothers pushed the cart with all their strength, racing forward. Seeing it about to crash into the door, they ducked together, covering themselves with a soaked cotton blanket for protection.

“Night... the Dark Lord raised a white wolf?” Ye Zhu Sheng was surprised; he’d wanted to call him Night Yan, but since that was his father, it didn’t seem right to use his name directly, so he simply switched to calling him the Dark Lord.

During this period, Zhang Xingyang had infused Qiao Yang’s mind with a wealth of information about hypersonic weapons.

“Rest assured, tonight I’ll make sure you’re satisfied. Not only will Nuonuo keep you company, Tiantian and Meimei will be with you too.” The inspection supervisor finished, winking at her.

Gaar Murray was clearly drawn over by the commotion. Listening to Liu Liu, he found it amusing—he hadn’t expected Guo Zhengyi to have such a background. It was more entertaining than any drama his own family could muster.

While we were eating, this perfectly healthy person had already met with disaster—and died so horribly.

If one day, a missile fell upon this continent, causing a violent tremor, even the most optimistic among us would refuse to believe it.

A deep blue mage’s robe appeared out of thin air, enveloping him like a living thing and making him even more imposing.