Chapter 68 What Gentleman Did He Care About?

Mother Lin's expression remained largely unchanged. After snapping out of her momentary distraction, her demeanor turned cool and composed, perfectly exhibiting the air of a mother fiercely defending her daughter: "Wen Zongfu, since you've come to pick up your wife, you might as well take this handbag back with you as well. This birthday gift is far too extravagant; our Lin family cannot afford to accept it."

Anyone with even a shred of intelligence could easily discern the biting sarcasm hidden beneath Mother Lin's words.

Wen Zongfu swept a cold glance across...

He had no intention of stepping into the role of a stay-at-home dad anytime soon, primarily because he had an absolute, utter, and profound aversion to the sound of infants crying.

On Green Lotus Island, at Green Lotus Peak, Wang Ruyan and Fang Ming sat together inside a azure stone pavilion, sipping tea and chatting idly.

Furthermore, she was being demanded to pay fifty thousand in compensation. For someone whose monthly salary barely exceeded three thousand, how could she possibly afford such a staggering sum?

In the second quarter, both teams substituted in their rotational lineups. Kobe took the initiative to request leading the second unit, and Harris granted his permission.

"Damn it, damn it all! He's just a rookie, there's no way this guy's defense can possibly be this suffocating." Panting heavily, Barkley collapsed heavily onto the bench.

With that, Number Ten swiftly ripped off the black headband covering his head, revealing a handsome and striking face before turning around and walking away.

"Sword Asks Dao! Step up right now and face me in a duel!" Qi Jialuo summoned his personal sword, pointing it directly at Sword Asks Dao down below as he bellowed.

"Just some insect repellent to keep those annoying pests from tagging along. Ah Bai, let's go!" With those words, Xie Shuangcheng urged his horse forward.

Upon seeing this, the group hurriedly attempted to retrace their steps, only to realize they were a step too late—the exit through which they had entered was already completely blocked off.

While he was still paralyzed in astonishment, the video, which had already accumulated nearly two hundred million views, finished playing smoothly to the end.

"Chen Luo, even if the entire world discovers your true identity, is there anyone who would actually dare say a word to you?" Misinterpreting Chen Luo's intentions, Shajia quickly tried to persuade him otherwise.

Serving as a guard for the Zhou family ultimately meant carrying out orders for a few key figures, meaning the fates of those principals were inextricably linked to the destinies of guards like themselves.

Yet, after "he" departed, there remained not a single soul capable of allowing Kokushibo to completely let down his guard and fight to his heart's content.

Removing the small slip of paper tied to the carrier pigeon's leg, Mu Qingge unfolded it and glanced at the message within, her expression instantly turning icy.

A three-meter-tall velociraptor was being led forward by Number 35. The beast, usually so vicious and bloodthirsty in front of the weak, behaved like an obedient pet in the presence of Number 35, lowering its head and willingly allowing its neck to be led.

This time was merely a warning. Should he ever catch him in the act again, the matter would not be resolved so easily.

It took the coordinated lunges of over a hundred pirates to finally take down a single Pacifista, yet the Pacifista they had destroyed was nothing more than a cold, lifeless machine.

The exotic beast did not lunge to bite him; instead, it descended with the overwhelming pressure of a towering mountain, instantly slowing Su Ning's movements to a crawl. He felt as though he had plunged into a thick swamp, his feet weighed down as if filled with lead, and within moments, the three elders of the Beast Taming Sect had closed the distance and caught up to him.

Had he not possessed some prior knowledge of the old man's true identity, Chen Luo might have genuinely mistaken him for an ordinary street swindler.

Ye Hexuan nodded, easily guessing that Chong Lian's methods of dealing with people likely amounted to little more than poisons and targeted pressure-point strikes.

An array master was fully capable of setting up alchemical formations, allowing them to refine any pill with absolute ease.

Qingfeng waved the flames dancing in his palm, striking directly forward and landing squarely upon the spectral apparitions.

"It's like this..." Fibonacci began, but the crystal ring adorning his wrist suddenly flared with brilliant light, causing his expression to freeze mid-sentence.

A flash of light swept across, and the Reincarnation Platform in his palm instantly glimmered with specks of golden radiance, particularly the phantom evil dragon right at its core, which grew significantly more substantial as a result.

Clearly, Saint King Long Yin had not divulged every single detail to Chen Feng; he must have kept numerous matters hidden from him. Even so, none of that mattered, nor did Chen Feng care. In this world, the only thing capable of granting true confidence was one's own absolute strength—everything else was merely an illusion.