Chapter 43 "Daddy is amazing!"

"What it means is..."
"It means I'm hungry!"
Unable to bear to let An'an down, Shen Xinnuo gritted her teeth and confirmed An'an's words.
An'an looked like a victorious general, turning her head proudly to look at her "not-so-smart" father.
"..." Lu Jinqiao.
Lu Jinqiao chose to keep his mouth shut.
An'an: "So Daddy, when are we going to eat? An'an is hungry too, wah."
Lu Jinqiao
At the mention of Su Yanxi, Yi Ru's expression changed slightly, which was precisely caught by Zhong Qingxia. Her heart sank, and the look on her pretty face shifted as well.
Now that the baby was almost three months along and the fetal position had stabilized, as long as she paid close attention in the future, everything would be fine.
Guan Yibing weighed the thermos cup in his hand. It felt heavily satisfying, likely containing at least half a cup of water. He thought to himself that this fellow still had a shred of conscience.
A wave of chilling fragrance rushed forward. Gu Pan was draped in a red fox-fur cloak, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as she bent to pluck a plum blossom.
If it were an ordinary person, hearing about the Central Acceleration Ring and the Kyoto Awakening Serum, they might initially think the two were worlds apart.
Guan Yibing had reason to believe that if he didn't do something now, Yin Haochuan would go back to school later and continue making trouble with the remote control.
Gu Yurou let out a breath, her hands hanging straight at her sides, letting the teardrops roll down and wet her cheeks. She was tired, weary, and had no energy left to care.
The things these people said were so impassionate and full of righteous indignation that they had practically transformed themselves into messengers of justice.
Yet even a small number was relative; in reality, there were still quite a few. He had browsed no less than thirty internal cultivation mental techniques alone—basically looking through every single one that was available to read.
Chen Fei was immensely depressed. In Zhu Xiangxiang's tone, everything was attributed to fate and destiny. Chen Fei had never believed in such things; only with strength could one attain opportunities—this was an eternal and unchanging truth.
Failure had become a fact. The Mad God Myth was not the kind of person who couldn't let go. He nodded and immediately rallied his remaining men to charge fiercely in one direction. Those few hundred Mad God players who had survived until now were definitely elite existences within the guild. Failing to kill the boss, when it came to slaughtering players, they were worth two for every one.
After the four of them entered meditation, the space of the Nebula Eight Trigrams suddenly congealed. From each of the four of them, different stellar auras emanated, connecting directly with the Vermilion Bird Emperor Star.
Scrubbing, is it? Heh, isn't it just scrubbing, what's the big deal? She had even cleaned toilets, so what was there to fear about scrubbing someone's back? Weiyang smiled slightly, bent down, and scrubbed hard at Ningxiang's back. Whatever other methods she had left, she might as well use them all; she had already had a good taste of the ways she was tormented these past few days.
"Tsk, now that's strange. Setting aside the fact that these thousand people dared to attack us, just why on earth did they appear right here?" A small number could be explained by using ambushes to buy time, but their appearance here defied all logic.
After finishing his morning classes, Lin Feng walked directly out of the school gates, planning to buy a new mobile phone. The Motorola phone in his possession had already been given to Long Feng, also known as Zhao Yusheng.
Through a school meeting and decision, a physical education department was established with a total of thirty-six P.E. teachers in the school. For the convenience of teaching, it was hereby decided to make the following appointments. Comrade Hexi was appointed as the head of the first-grade group.
That tremendous tremor struck once more, and the golden palace gates burst open with a loud roar. Pool Zhenyin and the others stood at the doorway with pale complexions; clearly, they had all suffered severe damage to their vital energy.
Shi Zhongsheng covered his mouth with one hand, his stomach churning violently as he almost vomited the meal he had eaten the night before.
"Want to run? Did you ask for my permission?" How could Yan Kai watch his hard-earned prey escape? Completely ignoring the gazes of those around him, Yan Kai directly activated his Nascent Soul True Form, summoning a gigantic terrifying entity. With a single swing of its sickle, it hooked the scarred face man over, followed it up with a punch right to his face, and once again knocked him crashing to the ground.