Volume One Chapter 82: Do You Like Children?

Pushing open the door to the nursery, a cacophony of noise crashed over her. Five or six children of varying ages ran, jumped, and shrieked across the room, toys scattered everywhere. In the center, a little girl with pigtails sat on the floor, sobbing loudly, her face streaked with snot and tears.

“Um… hello, everyone…” Wen Xuyu hadn’t expected such chaos the moment she entered. Her voice was soft, utterly drowned out by the din.

In the corner, a boy in a blue T-shirt sat quietly, standing in stark contrast to the others. He looked to be about five or six, clutching a picture book tightly to his chest, his jet-black eyes fixed on Wen Xuyu with wary alertness.

“Are you the new lady?” he asked.

But that was nothing compared to what truly astonished me—Shang Yuan had actually assigned his personal bodyguard, the one who had served him for a thousand years, to stay by my side. Such an arrangement moved me deeply.

Lin Yu shook his head, looking helpless as he led Lin Xue out of the restaurant. Behind them, Huang Hui’s voice called out.

Looking at Wang Lian’s empty left eye socket, Jiang Yu steeled himself and reached for his own left eye with two fingers, but Wang Lian grabbed his hand, holding it fast.

Resa Home Textiles was located just across from Shengshi Seafood Hotel on Shengjiang’s arrival route, separated only by a street. After registering at the security booth and turning left through the office building’s main entrance, she found the company bustling with overtime work. Such scenes were common during the peak production season leading up to the summer-autumn-winter collection launches.

With a deafening explosion, the entire city of Qihong was shaken. The black mist hovering above First High School erupted, and a deep pit appeared on campus.

He Ling sat silently in the audience, content to let her merit remain hidden. After all, it was she who had recommended this “Rentu”—her old acquaintance Zhang Jie.

“The medical school is straight ahead, then first left at the corner. Are you a new student?” Jiang Yu walked over and asked.

Though Zhou Yu was also displeased by Jiang Ning’s words, he cleared his throat. That single sound brought instant silence to the room.

Sensing a surge of immense energy from the north, Jiang Yu harnessed its power and launched himself skyward, performing his first maneuver with borrowed strength.

Though his face was covered in blood and grime, not a single clean spot remained; he no longer bore any resemblance to the charming youth he had once been.

Now, everyone here was single. They jokingly called their residence “Shaolin Temple.”

General Qin Yuan of the infantry was promoted after Fang Jie reclaimed the Pingshang Road. Formerly a deputy commander on the southern frontier, he once led eight or nine hundred elite troops. Now, Fang Jie had entrusted him with fifteen thousand men, and this trust kindled a fire in Qin Yuan’s heart—a fire that demanded he prove himself.

No matter the circumstances, Li Junxiu always appeared calm and unhurried. As he spoke, his half-closed, phoenix-shaped eyes glimmered with an intoxicating and elusive smile.

Bai Zhi and Ting Yun found nothing amiss with Madam Chu—she had always been this taciturn.

Zhong Ziqi told no one of this matter; he wanted to find the murderer by his own means and avenge the one he cared for.

Ascending the bamboo path by moonlight, a figure in white sat alone amidst secluded bamboo, playing a zither. His features were unrivaled, ethereal and untainted. The cold moonlight shimmered on his snow-white robes, casting a luminous halo. Slowly, he opened his eyes—amethyst pupils sparkled with captivating brilliance, as if not of this world.

Ul wasn’t entirely distrustful of the pitiless system’s warnings—after all, except for its stinginess with money, the system had proven reliable in other respects.

At the commentary desk, Ye Hao and Xiao Tong were enduring a relentless bombardment from the live chat, desperately trying to stall for time.

He didn’t rush to draw his weapon, first surveying the situation to observe the opponent's positions.

Gray patterns emerged as the representative of the Cult of Immortality’s arm transformed, bulging with grotesque bone spurs and blades. Yet, instead of attacking Kamen Tokiwa, he turned without hesitation and drove the blade into the life-virtual cult emissary beside him, who had granted them domain access.

Yu Jin was a formidable warrior but not a capable general. He rarely drilled his troops, preferring to drink and make merry. Today’s inspection was out of sheer boredom. Since a soldier had volunteered, his interest was piqued.

After a violent roar, in the arena, Yu Wushang was battered and wounded yet again, seemingly unable to continue the fight.

Lin Yun was unaware that the old man’s existence was a secret in the Palace of Leisure—only Luo Feng and the six grand elders knew. In fact, each of the six great eastern powers harbored such a presence.

After a brief and circumspect exchange with the liaison, the old veteran village chief led his people into the settlement. The chief, not one for words, explained simply and directly: the tasks for the next two days were to clean the houses, familiarize themselves with the environment, and settle their families. With that, he dismissed the meeting.

Within the royal bedchamber, before the prince’s bed, Jiang Yun—dusty from travel—knelt alongside a gathering of distinguished figures.

“There’s no time to lose. Let’s report the situation here to Director Lei, then head over to investigate!” said the Taoist Ziyu.

Wanxing slowly rose, only to find the face before her identical to the one she’d seen on the rooftop—except that this mask bore not a weeping visage, but a triumphant smile.

As expected, all challengers who applied to duel Bai Bai were her fans. Even if they defeated her, they spared her life, displaying their skills before letting her kill them, then typing in chat to ask for her contact information.

“I know what you’re worried about. Once this is over, come back to Chu with me. By then, even Dean Qiancheng wouldn’t dare trouble you,” Zhang Yuanshan urged Chen Bin, who remained hesitant.

Aside from its inability to walk, this tree displayed an intelligence that was unmistakably advanced.

From Selia’s latest revelations, the dark elf village of Noipes had turned into a living hell overnight. The plague was spreading at a terrifying rate, threatening the entire Dark Elf Kingdom.

Su Mengdie was indeed beautiful; Shi Zhengjun had always coveted her, but she had no interest in him.

Clearly, Shen Ruolan had done her homework before coming to watch the match. As soon as the other contestant stepped onto the stage, she immediately announced their ranking in the Taekwondo club.

At this moment, however, Hou Nitiao had no time to collect the lords’ loot, even though it had once been his favorite pastime.