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She wasn't worried about Lin Xuan not loving their son but rather if the son would look down on him as a rich dad?

Zhang Ji, who usually excelled in sword techniques, felt like he was holding onto an iron block that couldn’t be used at all. He could neither approach his enemies nor even protect himself.

The only thing she knew was that Lin Xuan didn't care about her openly making enemies with him. No matter what she said or did, he remained indifferent.

Rich people hate betrayal and being cuckolded the most, so as long as Xu Chen had any doubts, he would definitely dump Chen Yan.

When Xue Ling heard that Mo Deng's blood was demonic, he was still shocked. He wondered why Charlie, who was a demon-human, had powers similar to his own. Now he knew it was because half of him was demonic.

The rain stopped abruptly, and the clear blue sky became even more vivid. "Maiden Jasmine,衍Brother, it's great! You're finally back!" Ning Xue clapped her hands in joy and laughed.

"Then you all go first. Order everyone to be on high alert and thoroughly investigate every detail of this incident. Also, remember not to reveal yourselves unless absolutely necessary. To avoid complications. I'm going to sleep now," she said before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

A few days ago, Ruo Jasmine returned with a covered face. She explained that she had died and was no longer suitable for public appearances. Xiao Yan promised to give her a new identity and removed the mask.

"Wait! What did you just say? Where are you going?" Wu You asked, staring wide-eyed in disbelief at her.

"Haha, Aunt Zhai, don't worry. The alcohol I brought today isn't from our northern region; it's a special kind of lamb wine from the grasslands. It has a low alcohol content, so please don’t restrict us," Xiao Han said to Que Xiulian as he pointed to the bottle.

Primordial felt an invisible pressure emanating from Laojun’s gaze that seemed to envelop him. This pressure was very familiar; it was exactly like what his teacher had exuded when they studied at the Purple Heaven Palace under Lord Primordial.

In Bianjing, the main camp of Song Dynasty generals, Yue Fei was discussing with a group of officers the meaning behind Zhang Bairen's message through Bai Suzhen. However, these were rough men who could only come up with nonsense. The more they spoke, the more absurd their ideas became.

If he could persuade them to secretly cause trouble for Jiang Ziya, it would surely lead to the destruction and annihilation of Western Zhou. But Shen Gongbao was unsure about their intentions now, and even if they agreed, they might not be willing to follow his plan.

The scattered earth qi from the Three Realms seemed to have been inspired by some great force, dancing joyfully in the sky before coalescing into dark clouds rushing towards the Netherworld.

In the Beyond Sky Palace, Tai Qing Saint Laojun and Yu Qing Saint Primordial were seated facing each other. Laojun's eyes were closed with occasional flashes of light; while Primordial’s eyebrows twitched slightly, showing a hint of worry.

"What!" Yellow Springs withdrew his spear as he smiled perfectly on his childlike face: "It's too late." In an instant, Zhuang Wangan’s hands and feet transformed into scythe-like dinosaur claws.

"Now this situation is somewhat difficult. The Four Sea Dragon Clan currently relies on our sect for protection. His third prince was killed by Nezha according to reports from Black Dragon. Should we intervene now?" Queen Mother Xi rarely frowned as she pondered the matter.

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