093 Chen Anquan, Is That Okay? (First Update)

She feared Chen Anquan's failure, feared that her father, who had struggled to stay sober for two days and had finally begun to find some hope in life, would relapse into his old wasted self after Chen Anquan's failure.

Zhao Xuan’s breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving intensely.

Zhao Hai watched this scene with a sense of relief, seeing that his daughter had grown into a beautiful young woman, strikingly resembling her mother.

“Xuan Xuan, don’t worry. Long Jiu’er used to spend almost every day at the Long family, frequently seeing Feng Jin. Of course, she never felt this way.”

Just as Mo Nansheng’s eyes closed, they suddenly snapped open. When Qian Ye was about to find an excuse to get Chi Qing to leave, Mo Nansheng grabbed Qian Ye’s hand.

Seeing no movement from him, Ye Xue, sitting on the other side of Long Jiu’er, bit her lip uneasily.

The original owner carried a backpack, thankfully stocked with two bottles of water and some snacks. Otherwise, tonight’s dinner would be uncertain.

Arnold said, “Maybe.” He stared at Rafael for a long while before turning and walking away.

Everyone exchanged glances, keenly sensing the tension between the two on the competition platform. They fell silent, watching the situation unfold.

Wen Ruyan’s eyes were wide open, her whole body stiff as she nestled into the Serpent Beastman’s embrace, her face pale with horror.

“All right!” Feeling the man’s tension, Shui Yiren also wrapped her arms around his strong waist, burying her face in his chest. If one must die, let them die together—it was better than eternal separation, a lonely grave miles away, with no one to share in sorrow.

Mu Ling’s head throbbed painfully. It seemed she had exerted great effort to finally open her eyes. The moment she did, she met Wu Xia’s piercing, serious gaze, nearly fainting again from shock.

Wen Ruyi refused to let Luo Chenxing get away so easily. She immediately gave a subtle signal to the two maids following her.

Feng Liuzai’s aura had completely dissipated. As Lü Jin said, if it’s true, then my behavior just now was wrong. Their father saved your father, Lü Jin saved your brother and son—why are you angry with them?

The Princess Li sighed and nodded slightly. “It’s better you don’t know about this. I shouldn’t have left you to overhear. But rest assured, I will never let them involve you. Go back first. In a few days, I’ll send someone to bring you here to talk.” Su Yun left with lingering fear.

A faint, sinister smile appeared at the corner of Feng Liuzai’s mouth. He never expected that the divine pill he had refined would attract a heavenly tribulation. Could it be that this pill was also a defiance of heaven?

What made Nangong Mo even more helpless was that behind Tiger Shark stood his troops—pitifully few, only a few thousand at most. Tiger Shark himself wore bright armor, his troops conspicuous, standing at the forefront demanding battle formation from the guards at Yuyan Longjiang Pass.

The day Beiming Yu had long awaited finally arrived. Having sharpened his blade for a long time, he naturally seized this opportunity and launched the attack first.

“Ren Yingying, if you want to speak, speak. Even if you don’t, you know our strength. We won’t let you leave this room so easily,” Mi Bai said, glancing at Ren Yingying’s infuriating face.

Moreover, those sweet potatoes were exchanged from Grandma’s home, planted in her field—no harm done. She restrained a smile, thinking calmly.

But this kind of thing was beyond Huang Renzhi’s control. He had no choice but to shout a warning to himself before teleporting away to dodge the whipping vines.

“Enough, enough! If I keep talking, you’ll just wear less and less!” Lan Feng’s eyes flashed with fiery light, making the men present so uncomfortable that they quickly quieted and followed behind her.

Ye Xiang held back a laugh with great effort. When she saw Ye Qi handing over the flowers herself, with an awkward expression, she finally couldn’t contain herself any longer.