Chapter 35: The Heiress of the Song Family

Tang Ying spoke of protesting to Lu Jin Yan and urging him to marry Liu Meng Wan, but in reality, she lacked the courage to face Lu Jin Yan and slipped away before he returned from work.

On the way, her phone suddenly rang.

When Tang Ying saw the caller ID, her eyes lit up instantly, and she hurriedly answered.

"Hello! Yue Xi!"

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One of the children raised the firecracker in his hand. A few days ago, when the fish pond was completed, Boss Wu had personally come to celebrate, setting off many bright red fireworks. The ones scattered on the ground, having exploded but still containing some powder, were picked up by the children to play with.

Glancing at Mu Qing Han, Tian Tian knew he was uncomfortable. But since his grandmother was present, and she was only looking at his arm—not at him unclothed—there was no need for him to be so shy and secretive.

At this moment, all the disciples of the Immortal Palace treated Long Qian Xun with utmost respect. Even Tian Yan, who had once conflicted with Long Qian Xun, was now deferential upon seeing him. All these changes made Long Qian Xun feel that things had transformed; everyone in the Immortal Palace now regarded him as their master.

"Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" He was slightly angry at her concealment. Would she have taken the child and forever disappeared from his sight if he let go, leaving him unaware that he still had a family member somewhere in the world?

Naturally, Fang Bi Hua’s enthusiasm in escorting Chen Huan out also carried another meaning—she still had some hopes for Chen Huan.

Zhou Cheng once again rubbed the back of his head, still smiling with a simple, honest face. Tian Tian watched him with suspicion, wondering if he kept rubbing his head like that, would the back of his skull eventually flatten?

In just five minutes, Hua Er was reduced from a living person to several dozen wriggling pieces of fresh flesh.

Bi Jiao couldn’t read, but she could tell Tao Jun Lan was writing a letter. Yet Tao Jun Lan’s earnest expression made her dare not disturb.

It was all my stubbornness that caused the deaths of one friend after another. When Lin Jun had his accident, I failed to find him in time, failed to save his life. Now he has become a ghost, dragged down by me once more, and I can only watch helplessly as he dies again.

The mistress arrived, someone led the way, and the young ladies gradually calmed down. Whether they were truly at ease or simply didn’t wish to leave a bad impression on the secondary consort of the Yu Prince’s mansion, it was, for whatever reason, ultimately a good thing.

For some reason, I became shy before Koji Yano, completely lacking the demeanor of a monster king.

Two thunderous crashes—my hands struck the faces of two wolves simultaneously. With two agonized screams, the wolves were sent flying five or six meters, blood spilling from their mouths, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably.

Though she confessed her feelings first, for someone like her, starting anew required tremendous courage.

She noticed my oddness, but didn’t truly understand what I was, or else she wouldn’t have said I was strange.

Later, the director didn’t film that scene. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how to stop Ning Meng.

I raised my hand to the sky; at once, darkness descended. Eighty-one golden dragons tore through space, revealing their true forms, roaring toward the various miraculous dragons.

Xia Yan grumbled angrily. She knew she was spoiled by Yi Bei Han’s affection, becoming increasingly capricious.

"Zi Feng, don’t ask. Until Brother Ning returns, none of us should leave. If he comes back and can’t find us, he’ll be worried," Su Li said, glancing at Guo Zi Feng.

Three sides left empty meant danger lurking everywhere. I could gamble on my intuition, but if I bet wrong, I might crash right into the midst of two or even several masters' battles.