Chapter 62: Only I Can Bear Your Child

These days mark the anniversary of Jian Tang's mother's death.
She is not dead.
She is definitely not dead.
His Tangtang is still alive.
Everyone is lying to him!
When Chen Bozhou arrived at the cemetery, Sifang City had already been completely swallowed by the night.

Blaze felt somewhat moved, but for some reason, the outlander beside him was smiling hideously, as if appreciating some high-end art he could not comprehend.
Some people hold grudges against outsiders while tolerating whatever treatment they receive from their own family. But she was someone who specifically held grudges against her own family members.
Theresa lowered her hands, and the metal mask slid down to cover her face. An incomparable, massive surge of energy emerged from the spatial ripples and converged.
Xiao Moyuan hurriedly looked at Bai Qingyue, wanting to explain a few things, but Bai Qingyue turned around and pretended not to care at all.
She did not continue to ask about the purpose of An Jiayue's return, nor did she pursue the reason for her loss of composure just a moment ago.
Among those enthusiastic about this, there were solo players who loved teaming up with NPCs, and those who simply enjoyed the challenge of maintaining the favorability of multiple NPCs simultaneously.
Coupled with the influence of the Blood-Bath Executioner's aura, their psychological defenses completely collapsed, resulting in the current awkward situation.
This was a place where he had strictly forbidden loud noises, yet this person actually dared to curse the servants right in front of Wen Yanxi.
The Heavenly Mystery Sword Sect had possessed the Hidden Dragon Rankings for a millennium, and everyone who ever ascended it was without exception a dragon or phoenix among men! Battles and challenges for positions on the Hidden Dragon Rankings had always been routine affairs! When had anyone ever heard of charging a fee?
An illusory figure materialized behind him, and Star Zedong's punch caused Li Mu's chest to cave in. The latter flew back a hundred meters amidst the sound of a sonic boom and fell completely unconscious.
The instinct to survive provided Xiao Hong with an endless source of momentum. Even if occasionally one or two figures managed to catch up to him, they would be beaten back by him.
I had Zhang Jie tell me the exact headcount under Ji Hui, and then calculated the number of people on our side. After careful calculation, two hundred yuan per person meant that the thirty thousand yuan in my hands should be just enough.

"Figure it out yourselves. In any case, we cannot leave things behind in the Taoist temple to benefit them. Whether you carry them on your shoulders or lift them, do as you please." Old Man Zhou pried open another empty chest and began placing items inside.
At this moment, I could no longer control my body. He told me to lie down, but how could I possibly manage that? The old man gave me a shove, and I instantly pitched forward. My head struck the floor; fortunately, it was covered with a carpet, otherwise I certainly would have passed out directly.
After yesterday's matches, eight contestants remained to enter the second round, with the Emperor Xuan Sect boasting an outstanding record and claiming three spots entirely to themselves.
The two retreated dozens of Zhang simultaneously. Dongyang coughed up blood on the spot, while the Red Demon did not, but his semi-material, semi-illusory body became even more ethereal, as if it could no longer maintain a physical state.
To appease the populace, Yazi urgently needed a major victory, which forced him to seek assistance from the God Clan.
Zhan Wushuang calmly watched this scene. At this moment, although he stood physically present, his mind and spirit were deeply immersed within his body, as he refined the power residing inside Meng Liuyun's body.
The inner chamber was separated into an inner and outer section by a fabric curtain. Against the wall stood a long table filled with various jars and bottles, emanating a thick fragrance of medicine. A table stood in the middle, flanked by two chairs on the left and right. The old man sat on the right, motioning for Yang Zhong to take a seat as well.
Although Pan Ting's Pan Gang was rooted in the senior grade, factions within the school were intricately intertwined, with large numbers of members also present in the sophomore and freshman years. Furthermore, after we dismantled the Heaven Alliance, their members had scattered into various other factions, with the largest portion joining Pan Ting's Pan Gang.
This was the root of the disaster: disharmony between sisters-in-law and strife between brothers, originally sprouting from the same root. Needless to say, it always involved a biased old matriarch. Since they were of the same roots, how could their affections ever grow so distant?