Volume 1, Chapter 58: She's Pregnant!

It is now autumn, and the fruit trees are laden with golden fruit, bathing the entire village in a brilliant, breathtaking sea of gold.

Sheng Aotian spurred his horse forward, charging directly at a pillaging soldier. With a swift movement, a head flew into the air and fresh blood sprayed everywhere.

Using the gecko gloves only allows upward climbing; one cannot climb head-first or sideways. In this regard, they are far inferior to real geckos.

As Lu Yu followed Xingmeng closer to the nearby mechanical device, it opened a door. The moment they stepped inside, the door vanished instantly, as if it had never existed at all.

Although Rong'er had just eaten sweet and sour pork ribs at the village chief's house, the ones here were clearly far more delicious than those.

The disciples of the Moyan Forest recruit new disciples every year and occasionally pass through the vicinity, yet none of them knew of any villages nearby.

When he said he was going to the convenience store, he truly went to the convenience store. Taking the spare mask and hat left in the car, he stepped out and walked away.

That moon-yellow petaled Loran beast was not foolish; it seized the opportunity to hop over to Guo'er, grasping a wooden thorn in its roots and aiming it straight at Guo'er's neck.

The reason she asked this was because the taste of the doughnut closely resembled the cold, dry rations they ate on the defense line of the Pivot District.

"Mei, what have we run into?" Yuexin sensed something was amiss and still asked with her usual carefree attitude.

Wuju spoke up, "Director Yang, I have already said what needs to be said. This is the decision I have made, and I will not change it."

"Should we run along the river?" Bob's corpse was too heavy, so Lixia and Troy had to temporarily leave the hero's remains by the riverside, coming to a halt.

She did not evade the question and even offered a response, but that response was clearly not what the reporters wanted—it was barely different from no response at all.

Having lost her chastity and covered in severe bruises and wounds, she managed to return home with great difficulty, yet she dared not tell her parents.

Facing a nearly one hundred percent turning rate of onlookers, Uncle Tie blushed slightly, yet he strode with his head held high toward the contestants' entrance.

How many months had he been in the military camp? Yet he had already built up such vast connections and influence, and the speed at which his personal strength was growing could simply be described as astonishing.

Seeing that Yang Xun did not react as expected in standard tropes, Chen Hailing could no longer keep up her act. She quickly dropped her pretense, hurried back to Yang Xun's side in a flash, and began questioning him.

"Goran, how is everything going? You'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Have you figured out how to respond to the media?" Linda walked into the hospital ward carrying a pile of clothes and cosmetics.

As for Moke, he returned to his room and took out the glass-grade jade to begin his cultivation. Luo Wanmei had agreed to lend him the glass-grade jade for half a month, and he intended to use this period to break straight through to the Foundation Establishment realm.

Seeing that the officials were completely baffled, Fusu simply dispensed with further words. He reached out, picked up a potato, and held it high. Under the watchful eyes of all the officials, he peeled it to reveal its milky-white core, took a huge bite right in front of everyone, and wore a look of utter ecstasy.

However, some of the classics from his past life achieved a balance of both stylistic depth and mainstream appeal, with emotions extending far beyond the modern era. Unearthing those national cultural treasures one by one and expressing them through popular hit songs was a highly meaningful direction for Lin Qiu.

Although she did not reject him, she dared not answer his words either. She merely offered him a hurried curtsy before hastily fleeing the courtyard.

Though he could not unleash the full might of an imperial weapon, wielding this imperial spear to stab a Buddhist supreme being to death would be effortless.

The greatest difference between a sect and an imperial dynasty is that all sects focus entirely on the enhancement of cultivation, especially the peak cultivation of a select few.

She felt deeply stifled inside, unable to understand why she was at loggerheads with the eldest young master today. First, he ruined her chance at securing her official status, and now he looked at her with such a gaze. Clearly, she had done nothing wrong, so why did she inexplicably feel a sense of guilt?

Moreover, even if the Empress were present, the imperial palace was vast, and the Eastern Palace was far from the inner chambers; waking up early every day to wait upon her was simply unrealistic.

A few younger students from the music department gathered together, waving their arms and "immersively" singing along in chorus, as if they were standing right in the front row of Lin Qiu's live concert.

"I had this thought earlier. Judging by its style, we have no way of cutting down this solitary shadow," Shaoyan replied to the Half-Moon God of the Southern Frontier.

"I hope that by the time we meet again, you will have recovered your memories!" I whispered softly before turning around and descending the mountain.

This discovery turned all subsequent replies to the post into expressions of terror and awe. Many people began to suspect whether this post had been published by the Grim Reaper itself. The three unlucky posting times could hardly be called a coincidence; once or twice might be dismissed as such, but three consecutive times could only be described as terrifying.

"Thank you, I'll be leaving now," Qian Cheng suddenly said. Without waiting for the Demonic Giant Ape to reply, he leapt off the stone pillar and headed toward the exit of the cave.

Before coming here, we had also quietly asked Wang Shun about it. Dingding truly charges quite a hefty fee for helping people solve their troubles. If we took out all our savings, it would probably only be enough to hire him to handle one or two matters at most, and nothing more.

The others looked over one after another, and upon spotting the figure drenched in flying blood, they all wore looks of sheer disbelief.

In the blink of an eye, the phone was already snatched into Chen Le's grip. I leaned in to take a look, and only an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen.

Uncharacteristically, the old woman did not show signs of being driven to fury by rage. She only struggled symbolically a few times, and after they had all departed, she said grimly, "Let go." My heart sank as my nails dug into my palms, and I finally released my grip, stepping back.