29 Showing Signs of Labor

Fu Qingdong sat at the head of the table, tearing off pieces of freshly baked butter bread to eat, as if he hadn't noticed her at all. She had once promised Liu Ruyan that she would stay away from Ye Chen and had even accepted money from her, yet she hadn't touched a single cent of it; her self-respect had been trampled underfoot once again.

Chen Nian felt like a thief caught in the act. Startled, she scrambled out of Feng Junyang’s arms and hurried to the other side of the carriage, sitting up straight with feigned composure.

Yang Ruoli watched his expression. He looked completely indifferent, as if he truly didn't take it to heart. She felt relieved, yet even more guilty, as she had been far too aggressive toward him.

"If you leave me, I will jump down after you. In this world, no one will ever be able to stop us from being together again. I love you. I love you to the very marrow of my bones," Yang Shizhong said loudly, clutching Han Ling tightly.

"So you’re starting to feel angry now that you see me with Feng Jiping, starting to feel like I’ve cheated on you? Then why don't you think about how I felt when you were with Feng Xinlan?" Qin Fengzhan, finally losing his patience, suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, stepped out, and slammed the door shut with a heavy thud.

Granted a reprieve, Rui Canji leaned gently against Yinchuan’s shoulder and closed her beautiful eyes. Yinchuan continued to review memorials with his right hand while patting her back with his left, coaxing her to sleep.

Qin Huan hadn't eaten a proper meal in a long time. Seeing all her favorite foods laid out before her, her appetite was stirred; thinking that she would need strength if she were to escape, she ate a few extra bites.

Ye Rongxin curled her lips into a faint smile and said, "I know that Qin Huan’s first love was Shen Yinchen. They were forced to part ways back then, and deep down, Qin Huan has always loved him."

In their hearts, they felt they had a stake in the empire of Chaoyun. Since the Emperor of Cloud had betrayed them first, they felt justified in rising up to seize it for themselves.

The reinforced dams around the area held up well; there was no sign of seepage, and the water instead served to nourish the land.

Nearby, the Lazio players stared at Ibrahimovic in disbelief. They could no longer find the words to describe him; was this dive not just a little too crude?

Honestly, it would be a lie to say that any human army in the main material plane wouldn't collapse after suffering such a crushing defeat.

"Mortars! It seems to be the Mafia—at least two kilometers away! Damn it!" Wang Ping crouched by the wall, watching helplessly as the civilians in the center of the road were wounded or killed. More than thirty corpses lay at the intersection, along with five civilians who were still breathing; the rest had fled in terror.

This was Manchester United’s final trophy of the season, and arguably their easiest: the FA Cup.

Wang Ping dared not be careless. He ordered the convoy to stay on high alert and personally went ahead with Taisui to scout the path.

"Since everyone is at a loss for where to go, and we need a place to survive the winter, why don't we go take a look? Let's just focus on making it through this winter first. What do you think?" After reading the note, Wang Ping was the first to speak.

Afterward, Nian Pu had his trusted confidants secretly spirit Lota and the other away to a suitable, hidden location to evade Mavis’s surveillance.

Not only were his hands stiff, but his face was too—like a South Korean celebrity who had undergone plastic surgery. He wore only one expression, rigid and artificial, a warm smile fixed permanently on his face, which fans and sponsors alike seemed to love.

But by the same token, Ma Qian'an had no time for details. He only knew that this tribe had provided every single one of their able-bodied men to assist him.

Since Shilouye was so eager, I took out the short sword first and placed it on the appraiser's table. We weren't short on money anyway, so it didn't matter if I paid for the appraisal fee myself—I'd just count it as a contribution to the guild’s funds.

When the three of them reached the shore, they exchanged greetings, and I immediately traded the "Supreme Potions" to them.

The next day, when Murong Ling opened his eyes with a splitting headache, he couldn't help but frown.

"It’s not my puff, it’s from Haifeng Group!" the short man didn't even look up as he continued to refill the empty plates with desserts.

Even Xing Fei, who had long known of Fan’er’s origins and her need to consume blood plasma to survive, felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Six hits had wiped out 85% of my HP instantly. It was lethal, but then again, it was to be expected—a level 92 player daring to face six level 130 monsters alone was beyond anything a normal person could imagine.

Faras helped Ryan sit on the edge of the bed and let go of his arms, intending to bend down and take off his shoes. Unexpectedly, the moment she released him, Ryan slumped limply onto the bed.

Zui Lanlan was slightly startled and immediately turned off her pet's auto-attack. As a mage, she relied on ranged attacks, so the threat of a self-destruct wasn't significant.

Furious, Snape grabbed his wand, ready to fight Zhang Heyang to the death. Two minutes later, Professor Snape’s other leg was injured—and this time, the wound was much more severe.

Whether Zhang Heyang lived or died mattered little to him, but the Savior could not come to any harm. For the sake of this grand design, Dumbledore was willing to sacrifice his own life to protect Harry. Seeing that the protective charm he had placed on Harry was gone, how could he not be enraged?