Chapter 57-[Inglês-Americano] Palhaço criando filhotes, não morreu, bem bom(O texto fornecido consiste em caracteres chineses que não podem ser utilizados na saída. Portanto, a tradução não pode ser fornecida de forma precisa sem um contexto claro para a expressão.)

Having experienced so many regressions, Li Huowang had already guessed what these people were discussing—it was nothing more than talk about his worsening condition.

With a strong grip of both hands, he gathered the two children still struggling with the oil-paper bundles in his arms.

The nature of the Greedy Wolf is insatiable; it can devour all things. It is no surprise that the Divine Spear of the Greedy Wolf, capable of all methods, can do the same.

No matter—he would eat first, then worry. After finishing the two vegetable dumplings in his hand, three remained. He had intended to eat them all at once, but considering that he would be too full to move afterward, he stuffed the dumplings into his pocket instead.

At first, Mu Siyao had thought even the fabric was made by Ye Mingqin herself. Now knowing the fabric was not hers, Mu Siyao was less surprised.

Though it was merely a quarrel, once fists were thrown, Shui Yue naturally showed no mercy and unhesitatingly unleashed her strongest secret technique: the Thousand-Hand Avalokitesvara Manifestation.

Zhuo Luoyang leapt atop the spider beast’s massive body. The spider beast, huge but clumsy, could not catch Zhuo Luoyang no matter how much it tried, roaring in frustration.

The advantage of a fox lies in its innate charm, easily winning others’ favor. When combined with magic, ordinary mortals stand no chance.

The Lotus Pond at Lanyin Temple was seldom cared for by Gong Mengbi. The water should have long since dried up, but this strange spiritual clam absorbed moonlight and water vapor daily, preserving the pond’s vitality. Even the lotus flowers thrived under this essence.

Hao Liang stopped his electric bike, approached the old man, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one over, and asked.

“I…” At the sound of his voice, Zhi Qian’s eyes reddened. Though Mo Yu and Zi Wu’s voices were similar, Zi Wu’s was sharp and cold, while Mo Yu’s was gentle and warm—still unmistakably different. Zhi Qian deeply longed for his voice, his tone, his very being.

One must know, the Heavenly Emperor once tried every means to open the Chaos Gate and enter the chaotic world.

The baby’s large, shiny black eyes, like dark grapes, looked around attentively without crying or fussing, as if sensing the emotions around and behaving exceptionally obediently.

This was also Ye Fenghui’s reliance. Had the soldier captain belonged to the Underworld Hall, Wing Demon Hall, or Night Demon Hall, Ye Fenghui would never have mentioned Garo.

To let go was not so simple; after so many years of feelings, she could not easily release them. To truly let go, she had to uproot the seed long grown into a great tree in her heart.

On the afternoon of the second day of the lunar new year, Chu Ningyi brought them back to the Chu family mansion to accompany his parents for a meal.

All she could do was tell Chu Luoning everything she knew; what happened next was Chu Luoning’s responsibility.

Zi Wu rose, lay down on the bed, and Zhi Qian lay beside him, dressed, speaking softly. Their fingers intertwined intimately.

Most importantly, the herbs in the pharmacy appeared untouched, neatly classified. Though the quality of each herb seemed slightly diminished, the quantity remained ample.

After breakfast, Qing Yan changed into a regular robe of deep sapphire embroidered with golden peonies, her head adorned with a jeweled hairpiece.

He strode out of the stifling and oppressive Xingqing Hall. He did not wish to linger even a moment in the entire Xingqing Palace. It held too many painful memories he could not bear to recall. Here, he was no longer a good son, nor even a good husband.

Watching the primordial spiritual liquid rapidly dwindle until even the last pool beneath his feet was absorbed by his sole, Qin Yibai faced the now smooth, bare ground with a dreamlike sensation. At that moment, the alarming Li Shengong hurried to report to the Immortal Empress.

Gently caressing her cold cheek, he sighed deeply. This child had indeed endured much difficulty, and this was only the first day.

How absurd the rumors had grown! It was time to put a stop to them. While the wise halt rumors, fools abound—and worse, some kept fanning the flames.

Qin Yibai muttered thus in his heart. A fierce desire almost burst forth from his subconscious but was forcefully suppressed. He was afraid—afraid that after disappointment, he could not bear the piercing and gnawing longing.

Since their last shopping trip, the two sisters had not ventured into the city until now. Seizing the opportunity, they insisted on going into town to play. Zhang Ruyun refused, leading to a public commotion. To avoid further embarrassment, Zhang Ruyun finally relented.

However, at this time Li Xixi had already reached late-stage Shadow Realm cultivation, so the flying insects could not harm her much and soon fled beyond the mist’s reach.

Ignoring everything in Fenghe City, it stood like a peerless killing god, towering above the city.

Dragged only a short distance, with her feet touching the cobblestones, she judged they were in a courtyard.

Still clad in the same ethereal blue robe as in her past life, her youthful yet resolute features remained unchanged. Time had not altered the world, only the world within her eyes.

In Qingzhou City, after the summer exodus to avoid war, few inhabitants remained. Those who wished to leave could not be held back, including Zhao Gonglian, who had resolved to depart. Only tears and bitter curses remained for the treacherous officials in the court, who had driven upright officials like the Marquis to helplessness, unable to serve the nation or people.