Chapter 58: A Slap to the Face

"If he loved you, if you held a place in his heart, would he have failed to ask even a single word of concern after you knelt here for so long while pregnant?"

At just these words, Xia Qingfei was left speechless. Meng Boji, whom she had been gazing at with such yearning, not only failed to lift his head but averted his gaze entirely.

The truth is revealed in the details, and Nanyan could not be bothered to engage her in a verbal dispute any longer.

"Very well. If you truly believe he loves you and holds you in his heart, and that you cannot live without him, then have it your way."

"However... ever since Meng Boji—"

"Don't you need to go to the company today?" Zhuang Qingqing asked Huo Lingfeng while eating.

To think she had been brought down by such a common, worldly poison—if word got out, people would surely laugh their heads off.

The martial artists guarding the teleportation array were long accustomed to this. During times like this, weren't all the cultivators arriving through the array simply trying their luck?

Today I am joyless. Children honor their parents, husbands walk with wives, close friends share bonds, yet nothing is accomplished at all. Even more pitiful, human life is transient as a lodger, withered and weary in its season.

Hearing this, Luo Chen's expression changed slightly before he understood Ye Zihan's meaning and hurriedly nodded.

"The curtains aren't drawn!" Zhuang Qingqing cast a sideways glance at the window beside them and gently reminded him.

Zhuang Qingqing lowered her gaze slightly. To be honest, she admired Lu Shuangshuang's courage to some extent; if it were her, she probably wouldn't have been able to do any of those things.

"Thanks!" Wang Nanbei punched the transvestite on the shoulder and said with a smile. Quite coincidentally, however, Wang Nanbei struck right where the transvestite had just been injured.

A newly rising faction—at first, the various triads paid it no mind, because this force originated in Mong Kok, the most chaotic district in Hong Kong.

Instead, it was abruptly caught by a slender hand, meeting a pair of vigilant eyes. Reflected in the firelight, those eyes, shimmering with moisture, were startlingly bright.

It was a very calm voice. Among the men at the gambling table, each of them could clearly sense that Lin Oudita's tone held a distinctly different weight and urgency toward this man, suggesting they might have known each other in the past.

Why did Song Ruilong find these words somewhat sickening? Looking at Yang Shuixian's expression, it seemed as though she might just swallow Song Ruilong whole, clothes and all.

"Coming to this world, I have only one purpose." With that, his gaze shifted to Xiao Yi.

"Humph, taste my sword first!" Huang Feng gripped the sword with both hands and slashed viciously. Instantly, it was as if a massive sword-shaped mountain were crashing down toward Zhang Li.

Appearing at the doorway was the slightly tall and thin middle-aged man who had just spoken. Upon entering, his eyes bulged, and he looked around with an expression of astonishment.

The surroundings formed a grand hall. Within it were many people, among whom one could spot numerous humans alongside gigantic demonic creatures busy hauling cargo.

Liu Tianxiong also noticed that on Yang Lianshan's hairpin hung a knife-shaped coin, bound to the hairpin with a white silk thread.

For instance, the Supreme General of the Left Guards, Duke Supporting the State, the peerless Ji Anbang; for instance, the three-section Commander-in-Chief of the Heavenly Martial, Dragon, and Divine Guards, Generals Li Dao, Shan Tinggui, and Wei Dingguo. For instance, the Senior Generals of the Left and Right Jinwu Guards: former Zhending Prefecture border general Zhang Su, and former Daizhou border general Shi Kang.

Li Yun brought Ling Yunxun back to the Xuan Tea Corner space. Upon seeing his clone lying stark naked on the phoenix tung tree, sleeping soundly with drool dripping down to the ground, Ling Yunxun could not help but look stunned.

"Make your move! Having expended so much effort and lost so many men, our reward hasn't even arrived yet. If he kicks the bucket, all our efforts will have been in vain and fall through at the last hurdle!" Earth Immortal Tong Lao's eyes gleamed as he dropped hints to the various powerhouses of Dark City.

The reconnaissance platoon leader, struggling helplessly and desperately in the roaring flood, was crushed beneath an uprooted tree. Unable to catch his breath, he tumbled semi-conscious from the trunk. Yet, a slender arm reached out from behind, grabbed his hair, and violently hauled him toward the churning log.