Chapter 38: Does Shen Yanzhi Know She Can Take Human Form? (Bonus Chapter for Recommendation Votes)

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The message appeared to have come from a newly created account.

Not only was the username the default Douyin-generated name, but the profile picture was the default gray-and-white avatar as well.

Xu Yun typed:

Angry Peach: Are you a fan of Chen Jiazhi?

Otherwise, why would they have messaged her right after she was kicked out of the livestream?

User289y767: No, just an ordinary online acquaintance. I saw what you wrote in the livestream just now and got curious.

“Could I really not escape it after all?” An Youzhen gave a bitter smile, then closed her eyes as though she had resigned herself to her fate.

The original owner had always been too lazy to cook and even less willing to look after the children. She deliberately sent them out to work, locked the door, and went into town to eat and drink. She would not return until nightfall, when she would unlock the door, go inside, and collapse straight into bed, caring nothing for whether the children lived or died.

“Looks like this month is going to be busy.” After a long while, Zhao Chen sighed inwardly.

Thinking that Chu Ningxin had been unable to withstand the alcohol and had fallen asleep, Chu Feng could not bear to wake her and therefore left that foot alone for the time being.

Perhaps this was what Doctor Mo had just meant: they killed people and took their skulls simply in order to survive.

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Of course, some people had also noticed that the seemingly ordinary strike was actually a life-for-life maneuver.

“Very well. Come over here.” The doctor rose, lifted the curtain beside him, and revealed the ear-piercing equipment inside.

Chu Feng’s words were not only stern in tone but also carried an unmistakable air of refusal being out of the question. For some reason, Shen Ruobing found herself instinctively reluctant to contradict him.

“No matter whom you came to my house looking for, and no matter whether I can do anything about it, you should at least notify me, the master of this house, shouldn’t you? You barged into my home without warning and then spoke in that sarcastic, insinuating tone. Don’t you think that’s utterly shameless?”

I glared at him. Jiang Jichen? What kind of name was that? Did he think he had traveled here from ancient times?

“So you are Zhang Chunwang?” Jun Lintian sat down and asked blandly after giving the middle-aged man only a fleeting glance.

Madam Lin raised her brows slightly. She had long heard that the Princess Consort of Prince Rong was forthright and shared much of Prince Rong’s temperament, but she had not expected the rumor to be true.

Zhang Long was shaken to the core. It seemed that only spiritual power could withstand this special force capable of disintegrating objects. Even so, that was because the ripple was already exceedingly faint; otherwise, Zhang Long had no idea whether his spiritual power would have been able to withstand it.

Han Yuan’s face grew even redder. She could feel the surrounding gazes shooting toward her, yet she kept her eyes straight ahead. Hooking an arm around Xiao Lingfeng’s neck, she pressed her body even closer to hers.

Wuxing was already furious. Upon hearing those words, her wide eyes opened even farther, expanding to an almost absurd degree.

Mingzhu had not said this at random. In her memories, the child Madam Ai was carrying was indeed a boy, and the youngest male child of the next generation. He was also the only surviving bloodline of the Fu family—the child who had luckily lived, been sent away with Madam Cui, and survived.

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The gate, fashioned from a thousand-year-old tree, creaked loudly. As it swung open, the refreshing breeze and the scorching air outside poured in together.

Thus, for the first time, the hidden guard crouching in the tree did not disregard his masters’ secret out of professional duty. Instead, he remained there in earnest, listening to them whisper.

Just then, the aroma of exquisite dishes drifted over from a nearby restaurant, and Third Auntie could not help licking her lips.

A sweeping rain of arrows pierced the wings of the Purple-Gold Birds. The excruciating pain caused their mobility to plummet.

The sea beasts’ attacks came without end, and they had almost built another city wall outside the city with their corpses.

Li Chan, who was sitting beside him, had also leaned back in her seat after fishing several times and was now sleeping like a sow, snoring loudly at frequent intervals.

After hearing him out, Zhou Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief. He had truly feared that this reckless battalion commander would cause trouble. If Fan Mu had not directly reassigned the elites from each company earlier, he would have gathered enough men long ago.

Wang Ping’an had fallen back into his old habit. Once he had finished worrying about his own affairs, he began fretting over the people beside him.

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