Chapter 94: The In-Laws’ “First-Meeting Gift”

At this point, it was not merely the Han couple who were sick; several of the other families who had attended the banquet were throwing up as well, including the Cao aunt and her niece.

That was why hosting a dinner was such a serious matter. One wrong move could offend the guests, but to offend every guest again and again like this—within the family compound, the Xie family was the first ever to manage it.

Everyone had gone to the banquet with a red envelope in hand, containing anywhere from twenty to fifty cents. It was a small token of goodwill for the child. And what had they been given to eat?

Nothing.

The white radiance in Wu Ming’s hands symbolized destruction. The bone dragon’s head let out repeated shrieks, making it seem almost alive, while dim flames flickered in its hollow eyes. Wu Ming looked at the slime monster, and in the next instant, he vanished.

“Forget it. They haven’t harmed anyone, so there’s no need to capture them. Send out a signal and have Chuchu come out,” Tianya said calmly.

Bai Sha drew in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Then he sat cross-legged and spoke in an even voice.

No one noticed that when Tathagata’s palm came crashing down, it passed through the bodies of everyone present without incident—until it pierced through the bodies of Pig Ganglie and Sha Babal, at which point something went wrong.

Hearing Li Mo say this, the vice dean immediately seized the opportunity to back down. He hurriedly rose to his feet and made as though he were about to lead us to Wang Ling’s ward.

“Get to the point.” Tianya interrupted Abilade directly. Clearly, Abilade’s flattery had failed to achieve its intended effect.

Lin Jing, a prodigy in alchemy blessed with both ice and fire affinities; Huang Chao, bearer of the First Divine Flame, the Life-Devouring Spirit-Extinguishing Flame; and Xiao Chengrong, who likewise possessed an Ancient Divine Physique and was the bearer of the Doomsday Calamity Body—all of them were figures of astonishing renown. Though Wu Ming’s innate talent was far from ordinary, beside such extraordinary individuals, he naturally seemed much less dazzling.

As composed as Huang Taiji usually was, even he lost his calm at the sight before him. His massive body leaped from the horse, and he rushed to Babu Hai, clasping him in his arms while offering words of comfort again and again.

Whenever the Demon attacked someone, that person immediately retreated, and their companions seized the opening to strike at the Demon. Though the weapons in their hands could not pierce the defenses over its chest, they continued attacking without pause.

Xiao Meng had dyed her hair flaxen. She wore a loose cartoon T-shirt and an exceedingly short pair of denim shorts, revealing long, slender legs that gleamed with a pearly whiteness.

Xiao Yi felt a bitter, unbearable taste in his mouth. One question kept circling through his mind: Had he truly only been using Huang Zheng? Why, now that he had finally gotten what he wanted, was he not nearly as happy as he had been at the beginning?

Ye Luo nodded. No matter how one looked at it, he had been the one to tear the clothes apart. He could simply compensate him for them.

Under the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox’s hypnosis, the Split-Heaven Qilin’s formerly ferocious gaze softened. It seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly withdrawing the electric power gathered upon its single horn.

Mu Jun had not expected Jing Mo to have so much to say. In her impression, he had never been fond of talking. Had the stern, aloof police officer she knew merely been an illusion?

Ye Luo gave a cold laugh. Since Bald Leopard refused to apologize, fine. He had beaten someone, so Ye Luo would beat him in return and vent Yu Lan’s anger for her.

By then, after hearing what these people had said, He Jiuzhou already understood the situation.

Yuan Yao climbed onto the observation platform and studied the distance through a telescope. Sure enough, several kilometers away, on an island, there was a stretch of pink lake. It looked as though a gigantic pink gemstone had fallen upon the island—breathtakingly beautiful.

His gaze swept across the distance before settling once more on Mu Jun. This time, he did not stop her. Instead, he quietly waited to see how matters would unfold.

I curled up in my mother’s arms and cried myself to sleep, mumbling over and over that she and Father must not abandon me.

Bu Qianyao was speechless. At the time, Lin Zheng had kept complaining that his overtime pay was too low, and she had assumed he was deliberately saying such things in hopes that she would raise it herself. She had thought him rather greedy and had been deeply displeased with him. If not for Bu Qianyan’s sake—and the fact that he did possess some ability and had saved her that night—she would have fired Lin Zheng long ago.