Chapter 130: Should the Eldest Stay or Leave? The Second Brother’s Delivery Gets Robbed?

Back to the 80s: Kneel, Ungrateful Children—Your Real Father Has Returned Fatty Bai is slacking off. 1941 words 2026-04-01 07:24:53

An afternoon slipped by without her even noticing. She wondered how Qian Ai was doing now, and what news her father had received about the Obsidian. Thinking it over carefully, she began to suspect that she might be meddling a little too much.

After her rebirth, she called her cousins “older brother” and “older sister” because of what she had lived through in her past life. She knew exactly who among them was what kind of person, and so she felt no resistance at all; on the contrary, the words came out naturally.

“Of course! It would be even better if we fixed the typos!” Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly changed the subject.

“Maybe they’ll build a weapon capable of destroying a planet in an instant to use against our plant?” Patrick Zala could not help thinking this.

“Captain! They’re pulling back!” one of the Black Cat Special Service Unit members said excitedly as he watched the mercenaries retreat.

Everyone knew that the young master of the Ding family, though not a genius of astonishing talent, was upright and honorable beyond doubt.

“This box doesn’t look conspicuous at all. It’s perfect for treasures, nice and safe,” Chang Ning said honestly.

As for the one who had awakened, it was naturally because Lin Dad’s relationship with him was far too complicated to keep hidden, so they had not concealed it from him.

“No need. By the way, tomorrow can we go back to normal? You don’t need to make me breakfast anymore,” Lin Xiaoxiao said, turning her head toward him.

Pain shot through her shoulder. Liu Shiyu bit viciously into Xiao Ming’s shoulder, her eyes red as she said, “You still know how to come back? Do you know how worried I was about you?” As she finished, Liu Shiyu began to choke up, and Xiao Ming hurriedly lowered his voice to comfort her.

“Hiss!” After Ao Wen said that, a black mamba lowered its head and hissed toward him.

“This is our security team’s business. You think you can just take him away like that?” Song Xiaoming was unwilling to accept it, his eyes burning with fury.

Perhaps she simply had very little dopamine. For all these years, she had truly never experienced the feeling of falling in love.

The afternoon of the first day of the third volume passed before anyone noticed.

“Can you hand my nephew over to me now?” Zhang Yankun stood up, his face dark and grim, his gaze upon me carrying boundless hatred.

Cheng Shijie was dressed in a green scholar’s robe, with a matching square cap on his head and a folding fan in his hand, looking somewhat out of place in the deep winter.

“Thank you for your kind intentions, but I still must hurry home to keep my mother and younger sister company.” He bowed to the county magistrate and drove the donkey cart toward home.

Because she was heartbroken that her mother had been beaten, Lin Caiwei’s face was still pale, with beads of tears on it. Emotionally shaken, she looked like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, pitiful and fragile, which immediately stirred Gao Han’s strong desire to protect her.

I cried as if my heart and lungs were being torn apart, like I was dying and coming back to life! No matter how Fang Rou and the others beside me tried to persuade me, it was useless!

I, too, once had such fantasies. For a very long time, I was even madly obsessed with all kinds of luxury cars!

Two months later, the seed of fire had also broken through to the peak of the Heavenly Origin realm. Moreover, without my even noticing, the number of heavenly apertures had increased by another twenty, bringing the total to three hundred and five. It was already not far from completing the Heavenly Cycle.

“Why do I feel like he’s looking at you? Who told you to be so voluptuous and sexy?” Xia Anyi teased.

“No.” The bodyguard shook his head in a panic, looking at the phone beneath her foot. He wanted to take it, but did not dare openly offend her.

By the time they reached the dance hall on the third floor, Yang Ming found that there were quite a lot of people inside. Everyone was drinking, chatting, and from time to time a few couples would dance to the music, but there was no wild, frenzied scene of everyone partying the way he had hoped.

He stroked her cheek with his fingertips, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her mouth fiercely, biting down hard. Fresh blood spurted out in streams. He licked the blood from her lips, then abruptly turned his head and spat it out.

Dawn’s gaze had made Jun Liuyun furious to the point of smoke pouring from all seven apertures. What kind of thing was this dead girl, to dare ignore him?

Just then, BB had an even crazier idea: perhaps he could gather all these swindlers together and blow them up with a single bomb. That scene would probably be spectacular.

At the very least, the system showed that only two points of energy had been absorbed, but that component had been ruined as well.

Mount Flower and Fruit was also enormous. The rhinoceros demon led Dawn for quite a while before they reached a very spacious open area, vast enough to hold ten thousand people.

So-called social elites must first have thick skin, then thicker skin, and as for the third requirement, it had to be even thicker skin. No matter what happens, no matter what they suffer, they can still carry themselves with a high-end, grand, and impressive air and continue to strut about.

“Good heavens, you’re so rich. Just joining any travel group would be no problem at all. Why insist on clinging to us?” I asked, somewhat puzzled.

“If he doesn’t die, then you can’t devote yourself fully to me?” Yun Changgē asked her expressionlessly, his tone light and unreadable, without a trace of anger.

“Oh my, brother, can you be gentler? Why can’t you learn from Tiger Bud? Look how gentle she is!” Li Shaojie yelped and howled.

When Jacob charged up to him, Liu Wanyong hurriedly ducked low. Jacob’s short staff swept over his head. Then he tilted slightly to the left, and the right fist he had already coiled with all his strength slammed heavily into Jacob’s abdomen with a dull thud.

After Gu Xing walked over, the others automatically made way. The path led to the stove set up at the village entrance, where a huge iron pot and a pair of enormous steamers made from wooden barrels were steadily sending up wisps of steam.

“Did you hear anything?” one of the disciples of the Shura Sect shouted. He was shining a flashlight around to investigate, and clearly the buzzing sound caused by Yao Ji and Ye Yunxi speaking just now had caught his attention.