There is a clutch of eggs inside your belly.

It was only after the sports car had sped off into the distance that the crowd regained their senses, raising their phones to snap a flurry of photos of the retreating vehicle.

With Leng Bing defeated, those remaining were of no concern; they were simply no match for Pei Wushuang.

Alan felt helpless. Stopping her was impossible, and his words carried no weight, so he had no choice but to yield to her wishes. Looking at Alisha in this state, he thought to himself that it would be the greatest stroke of luck if nothing went wrong.

Night had fully descended. In this primeval forest, beneath the dense canopy, darkness was so absolute that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

Li Muye did not hand her over to the White Cloud Hall as E Lai had requested; instead, he dropped her off in downtown Montreal and departed for home.

The soldiers were unaware that all their efforts were in vain, nor did they know they were sacrificing their lives for the sake of a madwoman’s rumors and vanity. In their eyes, the only path left was to accept death with resignation.

The warhorse let out a startled whinny and bolted, its hooves clattering. Duan Lang was nearly thrown into the carriage by the momentum, but he stabilized himself by driving his blade into the carriage wall. The caravan’s wagons were pulled by single horses; Duan Lang quickly steadied himself and grabbed the reins.

"Indeed, we shall discuss this later. You should tend to your wounds first. Today has been full of unexpected turns, and even if I didn't want you involved, I have no choice but to bring you in," Wuming said with a grave tone.

In particular, a report written by a journalist titled "Hype or Scam? Health Supplement Company Boss Claims Traditional Chinese Medicine Will Cure Cancer" sparked widespread attention on Weibo.

Yufan was an empathetic person; he knew that if he sat there, Xie Qian might find it difficult to speak freely with her mother.

"Not bad. It seems Yange’s strength wasn't all that impressive, lasting only a quarter of an hour," Qin Jiuxuan laughed heartily.

Tears streamed down Zhan Jiu’s face. Fortunately, his mouth, eyes, and nose were frozen in place; otherwise, he would have been weeping uncontrollably behind his hands.

Qin Jiaojiao swallowed hard. She was doomed. They always said you shouldn't touch a tiger’s backside, but she had gone and slapped it directly.

After Yin Yue exited the room, Lin Ze remained in his previous posture. "Your pastries," he said, intending to return the plate to her as she emerged.

Zheng Xin had gained experience. Before the auction began, he examined all ten jadeite rough stones and made detailed notes.

He cycled through several names, but none seemed to fit. Finally, he locked onto the mysterious Cai’er, whom he had never met, feeling as though she were the source of everything.

Then, the hand covering his crotch loosened. He realized the person was in A Peng’s mouth, unseen by outsiders, though the breath was truly overwhelming.

"It’s so delicious! Zhang Jiao, I want to marry you and eat your cooking every day!" The young woman, abandoning her modesty, shouted aloud.

"It’s nothing," Nan Yunwan replied, looking at the figure that had just rushed over. It was a girl, her clothes torn in several places.

The man did not want to die; all he could do was push all the blame onto Chen Jinru.

Liu Liu smiled sweetly and said, "That’s right, we are planning to film its sister piece, *Warring States Youth*." With that, she walked away.

When the light particles enveloping Dream faded again, she found herself back in that familiar green space.

This made Ian deeply realize that for a lonely, helpless "sinner" wanting to live in this kingdom, one truly needed a "good temper."

The letter did not explain much, only instructing the "Sequencers" to gather at Biluo City, a prosperous city in the central region of the Southern Flame.

The icy water column washed the salt powder off Zhou Tian’s body in an instant, a sensation that was bone-chillingly unbearable.

A third-order genetic lock, possession of several S-rank story arc rewards, an endless array of psychic skills, and the so-called absolute defense, "Avalon, the Ever-Distant Utopia."

She felt a slight resistance, as if a "membrane" were blocking her entry. But this "membrane" did not seem tough and could be broken easily—Dream channeled the magic power within her and effortlessly tore through it.

Ian had a sudden impulse to have Rosen carry him into the air to try it out, and the experiment proved that his mental imagery would indeed lose its effect due to the circulation of the sword intent within his body.

The Qin family’s fleet and Huang Jincheng’s fleet sailed away from the Tianjin docks together, continuing along the southern waterway.

This gave Xia Shu a sense of déjà vu; the forbidden grounds of the Ming Sect were built just like someone’s tomb.

Could it be that the flying sword forged through this blood-refining method had invited the jealousy of the heavens? Or was it that such a divine weapon was never meant to exist in this world?

Retreating to the edge of the cliff, the One-Horned Sword God sat cross-legged. From the terrifying, hideous hole in his chest, rolling black mist was devouring his life force.

The sword formation dispersed, and forty-nine flying swords pointed their tips toward the fully corrupted Jean Grey. The last time, things had been too rushed; he hadn't had a chance to unleash his ultimate move before the Qilin Sword Formation was scattered by Jean Grey’s rampant telekinesis, but this time would be different.

"What’s wrong? Are we leaving Heaven Village?" The tiger-headed boy and the others could not understand Prince Rui’s plan.

As a "second-generation traveler," Xia Shu’s talent was beyond concern. At this moment, not only had he grasped the nature of his own Dao, but he had also cultivated the Shushan Immortal Sword Techniques to their peak, earning him the qualifications to become an immortal.

"This..." Since deciding to enter this mortal world, I have resolved to live like a mortal, not easily using spiritual energy. Furthermore, I have little spiritual energy left. Although bestowing fortune consumes very little, it goes against my original intent for entering this world, and it is improper to arbitrarily alter the fate of mortals.

The suppliers originally wanted to keep them for a meal, but remembering Yi Yanlin’s instructions, they had to politely decline the gesture.

A sharp crack echoed in the air as Yiren drew her long whip and lashed it out, the sound whistling through the space.

Neither of the two men was particularly worried, for both had immense confidence in Lin Chen, firmly believing he would be fine.

"Is that all the skill the 'Blazing Blade' Li Siguang has? What, are you two discussing whether to attack together?" Not far away, Tianci looked calm, appearing not to have expended any effort in the previous fight.