Chapter 27: Someone She Needed

"Have a baby?"

Lin Xilan was so shocked by Lu Jia’s words that her jaw nearly hit the floor.

"That's impossible."

Lin Xilan was already on the verge of divorcing Zhou Yuheng, and she knew full well his heart was not with her. Why would she subject herself to such unnecessary misery by having his child?

Lu Jia gripped Lin Xilan’s hand and said...

It was as if the zoo had not fed the beasts for weeks; upon encountering such "plump and succulent" prey, the python was eager to enjoy a feast.

Xi An sat on his mother's lap. Finding them amusing, he reached out and grabbed a doll by its high ponytail, pulling hard and refusing to let go. The doll shrieked in pain, its delicate scalp on the verge of being torn off, while the White-Bearded Elder stood behind, thumping his cane and sighing incessantly.

The repeated persuasions of Li Lufei and Nie Yukun only resulted in Miao Miao and Zhao Yuhuan going home separately; as for whether they would continue to cause trouble, no one could guarantee.

Although Xiao Haotian was well-versed in the ways of the world, he felt his face flush with heat and found himself at a loss. After a moment of hesitation, he turned his head away, cleared his throat, and looked elsewhere.

The vantage point was excellent. Through the binoculars, one could clearly see the interior of the brightly lit house, and with the wireless bug attached, the audio—though slightly fuzzy—was quite clear.

At the thought, Leng Shaochen felt a surge of heat throughout his body. Even his palms seemed to sense the delicate, soft touch of Tong Ruoxue’s skin. It was so soft and supple, and the crimson berries in his palm changed visibly, gradually hardening and standing erect.

"Understood!" Aotian knew the old saying: "Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated." He took the files from Zhi Peng and began to read.

At this moment, Beiming Ye stood at the pinnacle of the city. The clean, bright office of the CEO felt cold and rigid, much like his heart at this very moment.

After all, the scene of Aotian’s recent slaughter remained etched in Long Ling’er’s mind. Seeing Aotian walking toward her with the Dragon Soul Sword in his hand, she thought to herself, "Could it be that he hasn't had his fill of killing monsters yet, and now he wants to kill me to vent his frustration?"

On the day the child turned one month old, Xiao Haotian hosted a grand banquet for all his officials and declared an amnesty across the realm. He wanted to share the joy of the Empress returning to the palace and having borne him a son with the entire world.

Could this boy, who appeared much younger than himself, be one of the "seeds" that the elders of the Lingyun Sect often used as examples for outer disciples like them?

"Fine!" Wang Xi accepted the spirit stones, effectively agreeing to the task. The work was not heavy, though it required climbing to the first waterfall to retrieve them. The hike was a bit tedious, but he figured he would treat it as physical training.

"How is that possible? When I was tracking them, he was the very last one to exit the ventilation shaft. There is no way I could be mistaken." Meng Lu pointed at the middle-aged man.

"Xixi, you are too funny!" Chu Bin burst into laughter at the absurdity, and the others soon followed suit.

It was too late to run. Nangong Changyun unleashed his dark sword, which moved like an invisible flying shuttle. With a single turn, he struck down five men. The morale of the ruffians collapsed instantly, and they fell to their knees, begging for mercy.

Nangong Changyun also demonstrated his pure power with flair. Initially, he conjured the form of a grayish-yellow bird—a silly-looking creature that was dim-witted and unskilled at attacking, adept only at hiding.

As soon as Lin Ying turned his head, the surrounding environment instantly became a blur. He opened his mouth in surprise, only to be filled with a gust of wind that nearly stole his breath. He hurriedly lowered his posture, hiding behind the neck of Huang Xiyue, and lightly touched those magnificent feathers before speaking.

The other three royal guards, upon hearing the dog barking, suppressed their laughter and quickly knelt on one knee to pay their respects to Axi Yan.

As for the conclusion he had reached that morning about keeping his distance—he decided to add an addendum: exceptions would be made in special circumstances. Since he had already "shed blood," he certainly needed to recoup some benefits. After all, who would do the work, pay the price, and end up losing money in the process?