Chapter 37: Unable to Hold Back Any Longer

It was not until a high-pitched "ying-ying" sound reached his ears that Wang Dong snapped back to reality from the sudden turmoil, realizing he was completely buried in the snow.

A ticklish, tingling sensation at his neck made him uneasy. He reached out to investigate, only to be met with a soft, furry texture.

!!!

He jerked upright, scooped up the creature, and saw a snow-white fox desperately trying to burrow into his arms.

Wang Dong asked tentatively, "Are you... the Nine-Tailed Celestial..."

After finishing her meal and telling her subordinates she needed to rest, Jiu Jiu changed into her night-traveling clothes and flew toward Yuyang Palace.

"However, this is part of the job. After all, being an actor, things like this are inevitable," the voice-over said with a comforting smile.

"Ma'am, could you tell me which way to go to catch a bus to the military hospital?" he asked an elderly woman passing by.

Liang Xinming had a headache, and so did he. There had clearly been three masked men, but now they could only name two. It was quite difficult for him to make the story sound consistent.

"It's so noisy." Shen Yanxiao frowned slightly. The cheers and music were intertwined, and the shrill, tearing screams peculiar to the undead seemed almost to pierce her eardrums.

In the eyes of players like Lin Qian, while Cai Yong’s status was undoubtedly high, it was truly his status alone that they valued. If Cai Yong were in their territory, he would certainly attract some indigenous people to join, and his disciples were all quite capable.

Having lived through several lifetimes, how could the old spirit Su Kui fail to see the hidden meaning behind Han Qingyin’s words? She simply couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

Wang Heng entered, and as he and Liang Xinming locked eyes, neither said a word. He kicked off his boots, climbed onto the heated kang, sat behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, letting her lean against his chest.

Moreover, the child was already in this state, and it was too late to arrange a cesarean section. Fortunately, the fetus was in the correct position. As long as she followed the doctor's orders, although it was a premature birth, the baby would certainly be saved.

"I remember, how could I forget? It was just a move born of helplessness at the time. If I hadn't come to you, I would have had to go to He Jin. Compared to He Jin, things are much easier with you, so I came to you."

Qingyuan was terrified by this fleeting thought; his breathing became as labored as an ox’s, and his trembling intensified.

Murong Yan was eating lunch, attended by a group of palace servants. He did not even lift his head after Yan Yue entered the grand hall.

"Brother Hu, they are the ones trying to cause trouble." Seeing the bald, burly man emerge from Linju Pavilion, the waiter scrambled up from the ground, pointing at Yi Yang and the others while shouting loudly.

Ling Lie looked at the sketch of the tattoo—a red rose in bud, enchantingly beautiful. The child had made up his mind; now that it was two against one, what else could he say?

However, she figured there were only two reasons for this: either his psychological resilience was off the charts, or his previous "proposal" was just him teasing her, and whoever took it seriously would be the one to lose.

A gasp of terror was choked off in his throat. Yu Kun felt as if his legs were filled with lead, unable to move a single step forward. He stood there silently, watching as the stiff, rigid body of "Rou Dai" began to tremble, slowly, ever so slowly, rotating to turn her face toward him.

He arrived downstairs, looked at the key in his hand, and placed it gently on the coffee table. Perhaps this home had nothing to do with him anymore.

The white-haired man sneered, "A mere Wangquan-stage cultivator? A joke! Taste my strike, the Gold-Piercing Awl!" As he spoke, the white-haired man slashed his hand through the air, and a sharp weapon flew from his sleeve, spinning rapidly to form a golden storm.

Princess Mo Xiang did exactly that, claiming she had found a "secluded master physician" among the common folk and could now return to the palace in triumph.

An Lei, who had been struggling slightly, gradually gave up her resistance as the intensity of Yi Yang’s movements increased, eventually closing her eyes.

However, having lost her innocence, she had no choice but to marry him. If this matter were to spread, it would be a disgrace to both their families.