Chapter 31: The Ideal Son-in-Law

"The little ones don't like interacting with strangers, so they've hidden away." Xu Ying pointed at the fox kits huddled inside their airline crate. Fortunately, the sand cat and the serval were outside undergoing rehabilitation training, or they would have been pestered by this Liu Wenxuan as well.

"You speak as if you’re the only one animals like."

Liu Wenxuan had seen Xu Ying's videos and knew that these fox kits were actually as gentle and affectionate as dogs. They looked quite lively in the footage and didn't seem so afraid of people, so he walked toward them.

Ye Wudao spoke every word with deliberate weight. The killing intent radiating from him suddenly surged out of control, causing Zhao Tian's pupils to constrict violently. His heart hammered in his chest; it was no wonder that even with Jiang Helun's current status, he still had to exhaust every means to curry favor with him. This Ye Wudao was certainly no simple figure.

"Dr. Lin, weren't you notified that we were going to the breeding farm today? Why have you brought a pet along?" Duan Xueqing asked.

Suddenly, Chang Qing let out a miserable shriek and flew backward. In mid-air, he spat out two mouthfuls of blood, crashing into a distant pillar before tumbling heavily to the ground, coughing up even more blood.

As the car door opened, a man in his thirties stepped out. He sported a slicked-back hairstyle that shone with pomade and wore gold-rimmed glasses. Clad in a white lab coat over a dress shirt, trousers, and black leather shoes, he possessed the professional air of a doctor from an American television drama.

Moreover, the brocade cassock he wore, the nine-ringed pewter staff in his hand, and the fifth-grade lotus pedestal beneath his feet were all supreme treasures of the Buddhist faith. He was fully armed, completely crushing Xiao Fei in terms of magical artifacts.

"Officer Xu, let me see that baseball cap." Lin Fei’s eyes lit up, as if he had just thought of something.

After the meal, everyone worked together to clear the paths leading to the various doors and sheep pens. Seeing that the snow showed no signs of stopping, they retreated to their respective rooms.

The dogs had never heard Rong Ichiro howl so miserably; it completely shattered the image they had held of him.

As soon as the Xian Dao docked, the disciples of the Nine Peaks Sect who had been waiting to receive them had already been on the shore for a long time, ready to welcome Du Yuan’s arrival.

Hu Tuli pulled Langar to catch up with the horses. Langar swung onto his mount, while Hu Tuli led the other horse, the two guides riding ahead.

"I don't know what to say." This was the truth, and Tong Yun couldn't be bothered to rack her brains trying to figure out how to reply to him.

Yu Zhen saw through her intentions but chose not to speak of them. Talking about a month from now was merely a pretext; she knew that once certain decisions were shelved, it was easy for them to change, to be blocked by outside forces, or for one's own resolve to falter. It was better to simply let go of the idea altogether.

But since this era already possessed abilities like psionic power, nothing else seemed strange anymore.

Perhaps having stayed by Yun Qing's side for so long, she was no longer as terrified of such things as she had been at the beginning.

The greeter was momentarily stunned. Those who came to attend this alliance assembly were at least from eight-star sects or factions; a bottom-tier sect like the God Blade Sect, by all accounts, had no qualifications to participate.

He already had a secondary plan: abandonment. He would draw a clear line between himself and the mother and son, ensuring that this filth would not splash onto the Han family.

In fact, that was not entirely the case. "Victory" still sat at number one on the Huaxia Music Chart, having dominated the rankings for months. "Autumn Leaves" had just barely reached the tenth spot, which went to show that the honor of winning an award was something to be proud of.

When Wanyun passed away, she had entrusted Lian'er to him. Unable to bear the thought of Wanyun dying with regrets, he had casually agreed, never giving it another thought afterward.

She felt her legs go weak; a terror stemming from the depths of her soul made her entire body tremble.

Yet, a true powerhouse is one who can constantly overcome themselves. Huang Hong had managed to become a military captain relying solely on his right hand.

"The competition was held under the eyes of everyone. Losing just means your skills are inferior to others. What’s the point of squawking about it?" Locke began his verbal assault.