Chapter 47 You Are My Daddy

Still unwilling to give up, Hu Yuan tried again, "I know Master Hu's nephew, and we are good friends. Just let me in."

The security guard sneered, "Even if you knew Master Hu's biological father, it wouldn't make any difference. Master Hu has already given the villa away to someone else, and this place no longer belongs to him."

Hu Yuan was extremely shocked upon hearing this.

Never had he expected that Chen Hu would actually give away the Zifeng Villa to another person.

......

Although this statement sounded somewhat strange and contradictory, it was actually a completely reasonable matter, because space and geographical locations are not strictly one-to-one corresponding along a prolonged time axis.

The massive venomous pythons finally posed a certain threat to the eight servant corpses. Although those two were dealt with in time by the Corpse Overlord, even more venomous pythons appeared within Yun Chen's line of sight.

Since Li Changsheng had just agreed to help her see the Palace Master, what harm was there in letting him hold her hand?

She hesitated for a moment, but still ate the food he offered... Sharing food like this was, in fact, an extremely intimate act.

Mark gestured toward another location where fire axes were stored, and then led the group as they charged forward.

Rubbing his round, protruding belly, he walked up to the front desk. In this world governed by duels, duels could replace everything. Of course, some people tried to pay their tabs through dueling, but the owner had never agreed to it even once.

Since Mark had broken out of prison, why didn't he leave the United States, and why wouldn't the police arrest him?

Having already gotten into the car, Madam Zhang opened the door again and looked at Steward Fu, wearing a look of hesitation as if she had more to say.

Previously, he had relied on brute force, but now that he had mastered techniques, analyzing the attacking patterns of that ragdoll allowed him to use at least twenty-five percent less computational power when killing a single enemy under the same circumstances.

Accompanied by a charming voice, the auction for the Dark Gold Evil Scale Armor began. Right from the start, the competition for this piece of armor escalated into a fierce bidding war. After just a few rounds of calling out prices, someone offered a sky-high sum of ten thousand superior Nether Crystals.

Everyone around heard Zhao Yutong's command, and instantly they all gasped, trembling even more violently without daring to draw a single breath.

With a joyful expression and a red flower pinned to his lapel, Yun Jingxi strode inside and walked toward Yun Jingchu, who was sitting by the bed.

This confrontation ended with Pei Xin'er's complete victory. Thinking of this, a faint smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Can't you eat with me?" Seeing that acting pitiful was getting him nowhere, Rong Liang dropped the act and spoke his mind directly.

At this thought, a possibility suddenly dawned upon her: perhaps someone, unaware of Rourou's true identity, happened to know about the Xiang family, knew that the Xiang family was searching for someone, and then associated it with Rourou's background, leaking Rourou's information to the Xiang family so that the almighty Xiang family tracked them down?

Just as Ling'er was racking her brains and worrying about how to find that damned thing, an incident occurred within the estate.

However, this was the Old Madam's decision, and it was entirely reasonable. From no matter what angle one looked at it, there was no ground for objection. She could only swallow her frustration, feeling suffocated for a long time.

He brushed aside the layers of bed curtains and finally caught sight of her sitting blankly at the head of the bed. Her exquisite face was even paler than the white gauze dress she wore, her gaze fixed out the window, her eyes brimming with tears, presenting a withered and desolate appearance.

These words made sense, yet felt rather far-fetched. Consort Hui knew her son was merely getting too full of herself, but for some reason, she also approved of this reasoning. If only the phrasing could be adjusted to suit her liking—just as Consort Rong had told her earlier, in Consort De's heart, the Emperor alone held the heaviest weight.

Rong Rui's face turned slightly pale as his eyes fell upon Rong Liang, carrying a trace of doubt and hesitation, unable to fully believe it.

The snow fox followed closely behind Hu Qiuyao, her fair face flushed with shyness as she smiled gently at me.