Chapter 84: Not the Slightest Connection

"Miss, we are currently undergoing construction here, so please do not cause any trouble."
A waiter hurried over, his face wearing a bitter smile.
"Miss?"
Huang Yunxuan’s eyes widened, as if she had heard a form of address she most detested.
"Yuan Qing, you are..."
Dongfang Ling’er stiffly turned her head, forcing a smile, trying to curry favor with Xuanyuan Han.
The next day, she woke up close to noon. Her father called, saying her mother’s illness had worsened and she had fainted, so she must be admitted to the hospital at once.
"Ling’er, look, this is our child. He looks so much like you!" Xuanyuan Han said with a gentle smile.
It was unimaginable what methods Long Wu had used to torment him into this state; he had clearly been driven utterly mad.
Tian Shixue glanced at Pei Ruocheng, who nodded, and she then walked out together with Lan Feibo from inside.
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, tracing the contours of her alabaster face. His heart ached anew.
After Su Rong took his temperature, she hurried to give him the fever medicine. Unexpectedly, after taking it, not only did his fever not subside, but strange rashes appeared all over his body.
Besides, we are fulfilling justice for heaven; those who desecrate love and marriage shall be punished one by one!" The young man and the plump chef spoke in unison.
Winter competitions, when the Soul Demon appeared, the West Gate was shattered and lost; when those two old men met again, he disguised himself as radiant sunlight; at Simabao, his bonded beast roamed the night; at Kongjing’s White Lake, they battled Rotten White; he had nurtured a bonded beast within him.
Jue Ling naturally understood—the Great Sage was asking about Ao Lie, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing, his fellow disciples.
His feelings for Hua Xi were no longer under his own control, shifting from love or not to a submission born of instinct.
"Are you alright, sir?" Hua Ruoqing stayed close to Xia Xingyu, naturally noticing he was staggering as he walked.
However, Gu Wan frowned. She’d felt a persistent sense of being watched all afternoon, as if someone was following her—from the hospital to the company, and back again.
The death guard glared at Han Feng, descending step by step from the mountain of corpses. With each movement, the fleshy tendrils’ absorption of the war chariot-class broken beasts grew ever more ruthless.
Could Yuyu actually fight? He really couldn’t imagine it. Aside from being heavy-handed at home, Xia Yuyu was always meek and timid outside—who’d have thought she would do such a thing?
Though the matter was truly perilous, Lin Yao felt it might not be a bad thing, for now the Black Mountain Demon had left traces.
"Hey, you dare bite me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll really throw you out? If I did, you wouldn’t survive, you know? If you want to live, you’d better behave. Otherwise, you can imagine your own fate!" Lin Yao deliberately put on a fierce expression, attempting to frighten the rabbit.
Quan Moxu admitted candidly, then pinched her cheek; the pallor was replaced by rosy color, and his mood brightened a little.
A dozen knight-class broken beasts charged Han Feng together; those nearest appeared beside him in an instant, their lances stabbing at him.
Excellent, excellent—he hadn’t expected the treasure chest to be so perceptive, giving him exactly what he needed. He resolved to practice well later.
The battle between the muscular giant and Professor Liao remained as fierce as ever. Professor Liao had fully recovered by now, and the crystal pillar of energy still held plenty to use. Their contest, as before, was evenly matched, with neither prevailing.
Heaven-shattering Leg Technique’s tribulation-level ultimate swept the earth, and the shadows of its range enfolded those seven men completely; the war blade remained locked on Li Yan, descending in a deadly arc.