051 Warming the Bed for You

“Yes, yes, indeed, she really needs to learn more.” Jiang Zeyu reached out and patted Qu Wan’s head, looking at her as she blinked her big eyes at him, adorable as a little rabbit.
“All right then, I won’t disturb you anymore, Teacher. Please have a good rest.”
“Okay, bring your wife over for a meal at home when you have time. It’s been a while since we last met.”
“Sure, when we get back and have time, we’ll come and trouble you.”
After hanging up, Jiang Zeyu looked at the girl in his arms. “Are you satisfied now?”
Qu Wan nodded. “Teacher said that if I really hone my acting skills, I might even surpass you.”
“You’d be happy to surpass me?”
“Of course, it’s just like—”

Helena’s residence, as well as the beauty salon she frequented, had been checked by Qin Yang, but she was nowhere to be found.
“There’s food in the bag. Eat first. Don’t leave this room, or don’t blame me for being rude.” Chen Yu tossed the backpack aside, grabbed his sister-in-law, and headed out with the fire axe, locking the security door behind them.

Of course, whether or not to contact him still depended on who he was and whether he was trustworthy.
When going out to examine feng shui, if you encountered something evil, hiding in a place like this would be the safest—just like finding shelter under an eave when it rains, perfectly fitting.
“Is that really all?” Qin Yang had thought that a nuclear bomb would do far more damage to the giant squid.
After spending half a month in the hospital, Ji Huaichu refused to speak to anyone. Yet he was fully conscious, knew what had happened, and what he had to do—rational, just unwilling to talk.
The class monitor was considered one of the best-looking in the class. Seeing her dressed up for once, with light makeup on her face, some boys were tempted and wanted to sit by her.
Meanwhile, Chen Yu was blocking from the outside, running back and forth, not letting a single zombie escape on the return route. He searched for suspicious targets by face, height, and build.
A gangster moving case files looked up and, upon recognizing Li Yue, couldn’t help but cry out in shock.
Sensing the situation, Qin Yang instantly pushed the fighter jet to top speed, and in the blink of an eye left the sandworms several kilometers behind, reaching the last city of the M Nation ahead of them: Dallas.
Zheng Yan looked closely and, as expected, all the magic cores Dongfang Xiao had just taken were from the beasts he himself had slain. The corpses of the magic bulls they’d killed earlier still lay quietly on the ground.
“You! Who are you? Do you know who I am? I’m warning you, I’m giving you a chance—don’t let me see you again, or you’ll die a miserable death!” The man pointed at He Chuan, clearly annoyed.
His words struck a nerve, but fortunately, Zhou Yingying didn’t mind. After all, it wasn’t truly what Uncle Six thought in his heart.

If only the days could flow on unchanging like this, such a simple happiness would be enough. Yet her heart already harbored longing, unable to let go of that elegant youth in yellow. So when the Emperor of Renshou wanted to confer upon her the title of princess, she refused without a second thought.
Such terrifying cold was not from the planet’s climate, but from an unfathomably mysterious source.
Murong Yuyan’s reply to Wei Sheng came just then: “Why are you still dawdling? I’m not in the mood to spar with them. Let’s just finish this.” As she spoke, she even spared a glance to glare at Wei Sheng.
Luo Yu nodded. Ordinary people, after all, were not like espers. Being able to eat well and stay warm was already a blessing.
“Not just that—they’ll hunt us outsiders down,” Luo Yu shook her head, clenching her fists.
To the dark-attribute magic beasts, the light attribute was their natural nemesis. Brilliant beams formed countless points of light in the sky, like falling meteors, raining down on the beasts in pursuit.
“That’s more like it.” Zhou Bingran brightened, planting a hard kiss on Fengqin’s rosy cheek, then let her go, lifting her to sit with him on the edge of the bed.
He tasted the tea—it was excellent. After all, this was one of the top establishments in Nanjing, frequented by distinguished guests with discerning palates; naturally, they wouldn’t serve just any ordinary leaves.