Volume 1, Chapter 57: Lu Xianqing is his biological father? Absolute nonsense!

"Wanyan!"
Lu Zhaoxi let go of Sister Li with a dismal face, ran over, and jumped onto him, hanging from his neck. "There's a bug in my room! It bit a huge, painful, and itchy welt on my lower back!"
She wailed and shrieked on him, close to tears.
Jinse shrank back slightly; she had never seen Yan Jue like this before. His gaze was terrified, just like a ferocious, starving wolf—so completely unfamiliar.
She hadn't quite gotten enough satisfaction from kicking him just now; she really wanted to drag him down, pin him to the floor, and kick him a few more viciously hard times. Only then could she vent the gloom in her heart.
Chen Feng on the bed was still trapped in a state of autistic meditation, unable to hear a word of their conversation. If he were to find out that he had just been the recipient of such heartfelt sympathy from a sick old man and a nurse his own age, goodness knows what he would think.
Xi Xiangdong stood motionless like a stone statue, staring wide-eyed at Pei Xiao's tightly closed eyes, gasping heavily with his chest violently heaving.
Su Aoxue picked up her phone, which displayed Uncle Zhong's phone number. Her beautiful eyes cast another cold glance at Dong Jian, and she answered the call.
At that moment, completely disregarding the feelings of the ruffian Li Meng, I snatched Li Meng directly out of his arms.
Up in the sky, F-100 Sabre jet fighters dove down from high altitudes, their pilots struggling to control their speed. At the very least, they could not approach or exceed the speed of sound, because straight wings would suffer severe buffeting when breaking the sound barrier, leading to the disintegration of the aircraft.
After a long silence, Yan Jue picked up the wine glass in front of him and drained it in one gulp, his fierce and stern gaze tinged with a hint of thin indifference.
Why are the legendary, earth-shattering love stories of everlasting devotion so rarely seen in everyday life? Because such bonds are extraordinarily precious. Are precious things so easy to come across? Are gold and diamonds easily found?
"Bairou, my name is Shanyun." Just as Bairou sat down in the car, Shanyun's icy voice greeted her.
"Why would a merchant's estate have so many martial arts underworld figures gathered here?" Xue Wu felt extremely surprised.
Yet precisely because of this, Zuyu was rendered momentarily speechless, unable to find a single word to say. Indeed, Zuyu suddenly felt a sense of vocabulary exhaustion, along with corresponding thoughts and notions.
However, as Yu Le thought about the past now, knowing she had done many things wrong, she didn't feel particularly distressed about it, nor would she feel overly depressed because of it, because she knew better now.
Qin Shuang did not leave; the four characters "Master" and "Xiongba" were now repeating endlessly in his mind.
"Alright, it's completely normal that they want my life. It's just the timing that gives me a bit of a headache. It's not about having to explain things to Fang Xiao, I just don't want to drag more people into this matter," Lu Jiyu also spoke up.
The surrounding white liquid was continuously surging into Chen Fan's body, seemingly remodeling his physique. At the same time, a voice echoed down from above.
"The Central Plains? My good brother, you've spent too much time in the North. Isn't the place I'm staying in right now the Central Plains?" Zhao Zhengping also said with a smile.
Finding someone with the exact same name as oneself in this universe could be considered a very rare occurrence indeed. If Chen Fan hadn't expanded his divine sense to blanket hundreds of millions of citizens densely, he truly wouldn't have found this place.
"I say, old Daoist Xu, you aren't trying to con us again, are you?" Ranchen also glanced at old Daoist Xu and said.
Lan Xianshu couldn't see her expression, but she knew that at this moment, Shen Zhiqiuhai perhaps wasn't nearly as calm as she appeared to be.