Chapter 114: Gaining Control Over the Illness

This is terrible; have they encountered a ghost? Lin Buwan screamed internally, frantically reciting the twenty-four-character core socialist values like a mantra.

We sat around the table, chatting while waiting for our food, but my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Second Brother and Three-Gourd, so I remained rather subdued throughout the meal.

Caught off guard, Jiang Qingbao was struck on the forehead by a water glass thrown by Brother Dong. A jagged wound instantly tore open, and blood began to stream down his face.

"I know I was wrong, okay? Stop criticizing me! I almost got hit too..." Yu Xinyu pouted, looking aggrieved.

Chu Ziming, drifting into sleep, still held onto Mu Aoqing’s hand. As Mu Aoqing looked at him, she realized that she occupied the vast majority of his world. In his eyes, every bit of her feigned toughness revealed her underlying vulnerability. He was so good to her—what if she ended up hurting him?

After work, Su Jinbo returned from his business trip abroad. His first words were to ask how it was possible that he had only been gone for a trip, and yet, in that time, I had already gotten married.

Perhaps because she saw that I had appeared again, Xia Yushuang became extremely nervous, which caused her to trip while dancing and allowed me to see her face.

After Bai Xue finished sighing, she felt that saying all this to Xiao Geyan was truly superfluous. It seemed he had never really left the campus, so how could he possibly share her sentiments?

Indeed, not to mention large-scale deployment in war, even in ordinary individual combat, if one side had the assistance of the Raven Clan, it would easily lead to a one-sided slaughter unless the opponent’s strength was vastly superior.

Seeing she didn’t move, he pulled her up himself. He watched her finish the milk, smiled with satisfaction, went out to wash the cup, and then returned.

Though he loved and relied upon his mother’s embrace, he couldn't bear the thought of her tiring herself out just to hold him.

What do you mean, "it will pass if you just endure it"? Anya took a deep breath and tried to sit up, but the pain, as if her entire body were falling apart, left her unable to control her limbs.

Upon seeing Jiang Feng, the corner of his mouth curled into a slight arc, sending a shiver down one's spine; it was impossible to tell what he was planning.

"Mother knows. Is your tummy hungry? I’ll cook you some noodles first, and we’ll have barbecue tonight," Feng Qinyin said.

Lin Yu remained silent. He could read between the lines of such bureaucratic talk, and he certainly wasn't naive enough to rely on Li Hai when trouble arose.

A "squeak-squeak" sound came again, this time from beneath Anya’s feet. Looking down, the two realized that Elizabeth was clawing at Anya’s leg, trying to climb up.

Ma Ergen couldn't exactly say that his mother was playing favorites and had hidden a large portion of preserved meat at the bottom of his bowl, so he could only stew in his own resentment.

"You’ve mastered Skin Reinforcement, so your recovery is much faster than an ordinary martial artist’s. Even without follow-up treatment, you’ll heal in a few days. Put on your clothes and come with me; it’s time to meet the training team from Jiangnan Martial Arts University," Fang Zhi said, tossing him his clothes while eyeing his lean, muscular frame.

The three pillars of flame descended from the sky, radiating such intense heat that even Yang Ye instinctively felt the urge to dodge.

Xiao Yi’s cultivation had actually reached the ninth level of the Martial Marquis realm; he had nearly killed him right there.

Yet another mid-grade innate spiritual treasure. The guests were numb by now. This saint was truly wealthy—tossing out innate spiritual treasures left and right. All the treasures owned by the rogue cultivators present combined probably didn’t amount to this much. They were truly filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.