After Rebirth, The Real Young Master Began to Maintain His Health

Chapter 83

Chu Chu looked at He Ziyang in frustration. Just now, when Tang Shao had asked the question, her eyes had lit up, thinking he would ask the same question. Now, she realized she had let him take advantage of her for nothing.

Several demons roared and formed a formation, their demonic energy violent and menacing. Yet, in the next moment, they were all struck with terror. Their trump cards, killer moves, and even a half-step Four-Star were jokes in the face of Qianxing’s single punch, which shattered their defenses instantly. Together, they couldn't withstand a single blow.

Even though she thought this way, a part of her was still hopeful, mixed with a bit of anxiety. If he really was there, what would she do? But if he wasn’t... did it mean she wasn’t that important to him after all?

There was no denying it; Ling Fei had turned into a chatterbox, revealing everything that had happened before.

Shen Rong understood that every family had its own struggles. Since Helian Chen had said this, it seemed he also hadn’t had an easy life at home. A fellow sufferer with a similar fate, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of sympathy towards him.

At first glance, there were no cameras or other recording devices installed. It seemed to be just a quarrel between a couple, causing her to chuckle and shake her head.

Mei Feixue, however, didn’t pay attention to any of this. She cheerfully invited Fan Yanyan to sit at the dining table, offering him some fruit and sweets to start with. She then headed to the kitchen to prepare a proper meal for him.

Without showing any expression, she went upstairs without saying a word to An Xiaotong. Puzzled, An Xiaotong looked up towards the stairs, scratching her head in confusion. What was wrong with this person?

Hang Jing, as his mother, understood his thoughts all too well. “You’ve competed with Bai Yue all these years. It’s time to let it go,” she advised.

Having no change of clothes, I had to put on the same outfit again. I really needed to find some new clothes soon.

His mother was Su Jinli’s own aunt, and he and Su Jinli had grown up together. She had always harbored feelings for him.

The sound repeated several times, followed by people getting flung out one after another.

High, without end, it seemed to reach another world. The walls around it were neither wood nor stone nor iron but shone brightly like crystal and felt as smooth as a mirror, incredibly beautiful.

The fat man complained the entire way, saying if he had known it would be like this, he wouldn’t have come, and that his Taoist robe was cumbersome, wishing he could switch to something as light as swimwear.

This was also a way for the Wang family to prosper. The elderly dedicated everything to their descendants, and having an elder at home was like having a treasure. Their presence brought harmony, unity, and a sense of stability, especially with some family wealth in their hands, along with the good fortune for longevity.

A large group, dozens strong, made their way to the back mountain, where Xu Huaishan finally found the shaken Qian Liang at the mountain pass.

After making up his mind, Liu Dagen called his brother, Liu Erhu, but after several attempts, he couldn’t get through.

He didn’t yet realize that his impatience was the reason he couldn’t go with Miss Li to her tent for some chicken and now had to make do with some dry rations in his own tent.

She remembered she hadn’t told him when she went out this morning, yet he seemed to know something had happened to her.

After only a few hundred casualties on the first day, Lanti looked at the casualty numbers on the second day, feeling utterly devastated.

But Qin Ning soon fell into deep thought. Most of the auction participants had already paid. If she were to retrieve these burial items, what would happen to the money these people had paid?

The Six-Eared Macaque furrowed his brow, barely stopping himself from cursing. He was under attack by dark forces, and yet there Qin Fen was, laughing.

Modun was now less than fifty miles from his capital, nearing his main camp.

Maybe it was the harmonious atmosphere, or perhaps the warmth of the fire, but even the air felt tinged with a hint of romance.

Su Yang walked with his mother in the backyard for over ten minutes, and if Shen Ru hadn’t come over to announce that it was time to serve the food, Fang Mei would have been reluctant to leave.