Chapter 53 Wu Yuanping Divorces His Wife

"Xiao Chunyu, what do you mean by this?" Wu Yuanping glared at Xiao Chunyu, demanding, "Where are you moving all these bags and bundles?"

"I have already informed the mistress. Since the weather is hot, I am taking the children to stay at the estate for a while."

The current Madame Wu was a stepmother, and Chunyu would never call her mother. Her legitimate mother-in-law had long since been reduced to a memorial tablet.

That pitiful woman had wept tears of joy when she realized she was pregnant just before she passed away, clutching her hand as if trying to say something she could not utter.

He knew Sun Ganzhao was not some reckless and ignorant brute. In fact, he was the kind of smiling tiger who could talk to anyone.

"By the way, Mumu, where did you buy the brooch you gave Mom last time?" Li Dafeng suddenly chimed in.

If he lacked even this bit of confidence, Ji Chao would have no reason to follow the Twelfth Prince into the Hall of the Jade Emperor.

Holding silver spears that flashed with a chilling gleam in the sunlight, they emanated a bloody scent and an aura of stern slaughter.

This was the three-word mantra taught to her by You Daozi, which she believed would improve her master's current state of demonic deviation.

Ever since leaving the northern frontiers, many days had passed, and the wounds on Xiao Tianling's body were gradually healing.

Yu Jinxiu had obtained two volumes of cultivation techniques and eagerly began studying them, locking herself away for several days. When Bu Chen found that his wine had run out, he suddenly remembered that his newly acquired, effortless disciple had not appeared on Lingyun Peak for quite some time.

She walked somewhat unsteadily toward Nian Qiusheng, who, fearing she might fall, stepped forward to support her.

A harsh sound of clashing metal burst forth, accompanied by shattering blue light that danced like specks of dust in the night sky as two shadowy figures abruptly parted.

While working part-time, I studied on my own. Fortunately, my mind was somewhat sharp, and by the age of fifteen, using the money I had saved up, I found a junior high school teacher and took the high school entrance examination, placing into the best high school in the city.

Wine fumes drifted in the air as white mist rose, somewhat blurring Twelve's features and leaving Su Jingnian momentarily dazed.

Zhao Renfan could sense that his own power had risen to a new tier, vaguely undergoing that qualitative transformation.

Upon returning to the urban area, Liu Jiaqi first clamored for good food, and after eating, insisted on going to the amusement park. With all this bustling about, the entire afternoon slipped away.

Zhao Renfan cast a glance at them, feeling utter disdain at their cultivation levels, which were not even at the fifth stage of true essence.

With a swift "whoosh," Lu Yu's arm, somewhat deformed by the immense pressure, bore down like Mount Tai, aiming straight for the Tower Master of Tongtian's face.

Feng Mengke was momentarily stunned; the girl was somewhat thick-skinned and oblivious, nodding with a vague understanding before standing there to ponder the remark carefully.

At the same time, a cold gleam flashed past his afterimage, tearing a fissure through the space itself.

With her current cat-like craving, she looked exceptionally endearing. He raised his slanted eyebrows, sprinkled some savory seasonings, and imagining her cat-like tongue unable to handle spice, deliberately avoided hot condiments, using others instead and brushing on a layer of honey.

"I have already bought it," Qi Anluo replied. Gu Xidong was excessively full of tricks; who knew what method of torture he might dream up next? Claiming she was fully prepared was the safest answer.

Moreover, such a sudden and massive restoration was something her ravaged body simply could not bear. Time was too tight; probably only her wood-attribute healing arts could restore the Elder Patriarch's body to eighty percent health, while the remaining recovery would depend on gentle, gradual maintenance over time.

Instead of futile resistance, one might as well enjoy it to the fullest. Sometimes one cannot be too rigid, and trying to accept it might not be a bad thing.

The disciples with lower cultivation levels seated below could clearly feel the heavy pressure emanating from those two illusory figures.

Watching Chu Luoshen enter, Zhuzhi and Juzhi wondered whether they should leave, casting puzzled glances at Lin Ge. Chu Luoshen signaled Lin Ge to send the two maidservants away, whispering two words hoarsely: "Good show." Lin Ge had no choice but to dismiss the maids.

Most of these collectors were advanced in age, their health deteriorating year by year, and they could die at any moment.

Judging from the interaction between Jiang Ziyan and Elder Gao, which Lin Ge and the others had seen clearly, Jiang Ziyan's current remark came as no surprise whatsoever.

The sound of flowing air echoed in the room, and the energy within the air drifted along with the current, entering through the pores before vanishing inside.

In truth, Young Master Jiang harbored some resentment toward Prefect Jiang. If not for Prefect Jiang's instigation back then, he would not have made such a desperate gamble and ended up in this state. At this moment, Young Master Jiang failed to consider that had he not captured the princess in the first place, none of the subsequent events would have occurred.

The special envoy, named Chang Wei, had been dispatched by Ximen Yang with a hundred thousand troops to clear out the zombies in all the cities of Nanhai Commandery. Rizhao City was his tenth stop, and the previous nine had proceeded with absolute smoothness.

The receptionist looked at Yun Shang's face, completely unable to bear gazing at it directly, and simply averted her gaze to the side. However, Yun Shang did not mind this at all.

Yet, how was this thing supposed to be used? An Yichen was truly completely clueless about this aspect and had never played anything of the sort.

The Seventh Elder had long since prepared, rolling up his sleeves and meeting the lightning head-on with a single punch. The moment the menacing lightning collided with the Seventh Elder's fist, the silver-snake-like lightning suddenly twisted into a ball of lightning that engulfed the Seventh Elder before detonating violently.

Hua Tiancheng then pulled out his phone, intending to call Ma Zhong and have him investigate this young man. However, when he looked up again, the young man had already vanished.

"So what if it's far behind? I've already asked around; she's Lu Feng's sister, what's wrong with that..." Qing Lin lowered her head, stubbornly arguing her point.

However, the moment Qin Wenyian opened the door—well, he was given quite a start. Outside the courtyard, a massive crowd of people had gathered, as if the place where he resided had been completely surrounded.