Chapter 69: Comforting Someone

Transmigrated as the Farmer’s Adopted Sister: Pampered by My Powerful Brothers Sima Shuimiao 1301 words 2026-02-09 12:38:09

Tang Yichen stifled a laugh. Li Peach Blossom rolled her eyes, but didn’t expose her. She turned and walked to the corner of the courtyard, casually picked two small green peppers, and returned to the kitchen.

Qin Huiyin deliberately raised her voice, “Big Brother, look at these chickens. No wonder my mother picked them—each one is lively and beautiful. Look at their feathers, so bright and glossy.”

Tang Yichen chuckled softly.

“Big Brother, you’re still laughing? My mother’s scary when she’s angry, you know,” Qin Huiyin said.

After dinner, Qin Qin called. She said she would arrive at Suzhou Hospital by noon tomorrow, and asked what Yang Bufan planned to do. Yang Bufan had already thought it through. Once Qin Qin returned, they would go together to Xu Ruoxue’s hometown, send their aunt to Yang Bufan’s home, and his mother would take care of her for a while.

On Wukong’s side, as he chased on, he suddenly saw that the previously sky-covering golden sand curtain ahead abruptly halted, vanishing without a trace.

The secret technique was not particularly powerful, but Zhang Yan unleashed it with his own bloodline power, giving it another feeling: its nimbleness diminished, attack frequency decreased, but the critical force doubled, base damage doubled, and most terrifying of all, it gained an extra layer of flame power.

As for He Mingyue, I remain grateful to her. She is a selfless and virtuous person who knows the importance of accumulating kindness.

Reinhardt controlled half the military might of the Dragonhawk Empire, countless territories, and it could even be said that with a single word, Grand Duke Reinhardt could sway the imperial succession of the Dragonhawk Empire; with one command, he could effortlessly mobilize the power of the Alliance.

“Well then, when you have your own… baby in the harshest winter, aren’t you afraid your child will freeze?” In resignation, Huang Yan could only advise her thus.

Blood flowed from my body, seeping into this beautiful land, giving it greater fertility.

The entire scene fell eerily silent in an instant. The fierce battle between Jiang Feng and Anna had also ceased. Two elders walked to the prostrate leader and examined his injuries.

Although Fang Yurou felt indignant about Ye Tian being unjustly expelled from the unit, she was also secretly pleased; if not for this, she wouldn’t have met Ye Tian.

Meanwhile, every time Ouyang Haotian’s sonic boom resounded, King Arthur’s sword light rippled—wave after wave—yet still slashed relentlessly toward Ouyang Haotian.

“Sigh, I didn’t want to trouble the Immortal Master with this, it’s a family matter. But since there’s been a misunderstanding, I’ll have to explain.” The old man took a sip of water and began from the very start.

“Don’t hurt her. Kill the other two,” the man spoke to the air, as if someone invisible were present.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yan stared at her father Tang Shiqin in shock, not quite understanding what he meant.

The dark, robust youth withdrew his sword and then slashed again, cutting directly into the delicate youth’s shoulder. His clothes split open at once, and crimson blood began to seep out.

“This…” Li Jing hadn’t expected Zhang Baozang to have been infected willingly. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a word—the shock in his heart was impossible to conceal.

On Chi Hua’s side, his movement flickered. With a maneuver called ‘Step-Switching Thrust,’ his feet alternated forward, hands gripping the blade, flipping it up from his chest and stabbing straight ahead, killing the second baboon with a thrust through the chest.

Both armies were shrouded in thick fog; a few meters away, not a single figure could be seen.

“Have you ever learned martial arts? I saw you using a Miao blade during the day—why do you use a Miao blade?” Chen Guojun asked two questions in a row.

He had long white hair, and eyes shining like sapphires. His handsome face, appearing no older than thirty, was filled with sternness and coldness.

Shen Qianfei, at the door, regretted knocking three times. If she unwittingly summoned that mysterious thing again, it would be troublesome.