Adopted by the Eldest Uncle, Slapping the Parents in the Face

"It's not cold. When the temperature of the heart has grown cold, what does the chill of the physical body matter?" There was a hint of desolation in the tone, as if having narrowly escaped from some ordeal.

Faced with Tiantian, who was recovering her memories, although Qin Fen felt a bit unaccustomed to it at first, since they already knew each other, it was only right to become friends.

Lu Liting looked at the child before him. He was a boy not even ten years old, yet he had to endure the ravages of leukemia, and then slowly pass away amidst the well-meaning lies of his family.

"Fine then." After a moment, Lin Hai nodded. Regardless of whether Zhang Fan was telling the truth or not, his parents indeed had no friends in the city and were quite lonely. If an old acquaintance dropped by occasionally, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

That's right, Zheng Chen was just that decisive. When he was merely a meter away from Zheng Kui, the majestic sword qi within his body erupted like a cannonball, reducing his entire physique to a mass of minced flesh in the blink of an eye. The sudden surge of volatile energy caused the very heavens and earth to tremble.

Complying with Qin Fen's words, Chu Tiantian grabbed her boomerang and headed out toward the rooms of Grandma Zhang and Long Yitian.

Naturally, this definitely did not include Liu Guangzheng, his sycophants, and the family of He Daxiang.

Seeming to sense the gaze of the man in the leather jacket lingering on him, the man in the suit shrank his neck in fear and lowered his head even further.

Hearing the miserable scream of her eldest sister, Medusa couldn't help but turn her head to peek, only to be caught in a vulnerability by the Dragon and Phoenix Twins.

Chen Manfei's apartment was in the building marked with the character "Garden." Taking the elevator up to the twentieth-and-some floor, they stepped out and turned left. Chen Manfei took out her keys, unlocked the double doors, and thoughtfully bent down to fetch slippers for Wang Haoming and Tongtong.

Listening to the WeChat notification chime from Shen Yunyang's phone, Zhan Beiye spilled the red wine in his hand. He couldn't keep asking, and he couldn't wait any longer; if he kept questioning, this single young lady before his eyes might be completely tricked away by someone in a moment.

An Nianzhi sighed, lifting her hand as if to stroke her hair, but ultimately let her hand rest upon the mural, gently caressing the portrait of her mother.

"Where is Su Yinzheng now?" Yan Tan pressed heavily against his temples, his voice growing increasingly hoarse and low.

"This matter is no ordinary case. The killer was lavish with money, and presumably had no prior acquaintance with the victim. For no reason at all, why run to a pleasure house to murder a courtesan in such a manner? There must be an ulterior motive behind this. Constable Wang, do you realize you are facing a terrible disaster?" Yanyu suddenly rebuked loudly.

"The situation is just like this, and I hope to hear your opinions!" Seeing them arrive one after another, Li Chen stood on no ceremony, leading them straight to the conference room and explaining yesterday's events in detail.

Hearing someone approach the painted boat using lightness kung fu, she raised her eyes to look, but her vision was blocked by the crimson gauze curtains.

At this moment, Wang Haoming was telling Jie Chen to seize this opportunity to bring the matter out into the open. Spreading it through the words of the crowd in such circumstances would be far more effective than the Buddhist temple deliberately publicizing it.

Although it was now a society governed by the rule of law, where everything had to be done according to modern norms—for instance, the cultivation world was a place of the survival of the fittest where the biggest fist made the rules, yet in the modern metropolis, methods and means of operation were far more emphasized.

"Lan Ming, don't listen to him. I refuse to believe he would dare do anything to me," Lan Xi shouted angrily from the side.

The destructive power of this second blade was clearly much stronger than the first. If the power of the first blade was comparable to the impact force of a standard Type 54 pistol, then the power of the second blade was equivalent to using a Barrett sniper rifle. Such a description might make it easier to visualize, but in reality, it was precisely the case.

"This feeling is like the standard of an interstellar hotel, with double stone beds in every room, complete with stone tables, sofas, cabinets, and so on. It can be said that the amenities are very comprehensive." Jing Shu gave a slight lift, raising a corner of the stone table. With a mighty heave, accompanied by a 'crack' sound, she uprooted the stone table completely.

That's right, as many had probably guessed, Liu Meixin was being forced into a marriage. Liu Meixin was utterly helpless; she did not want to marry someone she disliked, but her family was currently facing a major crisis—an abnormal human was threatening the safety of her entire family.

The low weeping persisted, and suddenly another terrifying and ferocious ghost head appeared ahead, viciously biting toward Ye Jingchen, attempting to swallow him whole.

Amidst the jeers of the whole venue, the match was called to a timeout because too many people on site were protesting the Fat Chicken's use of a weapon, calling it cheating and threatening to demand refunds to boycott the event.

After all, with the television station present, constrained by public opinion, the hospital publicly praised Dr. Su's skill in wound treatment.

Although Nalan Yanran stubbornly refused to admit she was the Red Boy, King Huangmei had already mistaken her for the Red Boy in his heart. If Nalan Yanran knew what King Huangmei was thinking, she would probably fight him to the death—what kind of ridiculous Red Boy was this?

However, after investigating these things, Zhang Fan also sensed a trace of oddity: because some seemingly crucial and favorable ambush spots were actually guarded by individuals at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, while not a single Nascent Soul or Soul Formation powerhouse existed among them? How could this be possible?

Although Guo Lei's reaction was not slow either, immediately raising his knee to block, he was still grabbed briefly by the ankle from below by Yun Niang in an extremely short span of time. The tiny poisonous thorn on the ring beneath Yun Niang's middle finger struck a certain acupuncture point on Guo Lei's ankle like lightning.

"Fellow Daoist seems rather nervous?" The Fox King did not turn around, yet his voice reached Hua Tian's ears.

Master Miaoyan had rushed over from outside the palace, and since he could not wander about the imperial palace at will, he had arrived rather late.

If this could be considered utilization, betrayal, or even a shameless act, then she would accept the consequences this time, because from the bottom of her heart she no longer trusted anyone other than herself. All she hoped for was that after her departure, both Chen Fangping and Jiang Sheng could have lives of their own.