Chapter 42: They Are Trying to Escape!

Third Aunt Xie instantly reddened her eyes, squeezed out a couple of tears, and beating her chest, wailed to the heavens and earth, "A thousand wrongs and ten thousand faults, it is all my fault! I shouldn't have come today, it's all my fault."

Then, she reached out to grab Xie Jiazhen, her voice dropping significantly, "Jiazhen, let's go, lest people say we came here to swindle and extort them. If your father is paralyzed, so be it; as for your sister, at most she's trying to commit suicide, and if she really dies, there's nothing I can do."

She suddenly acted so...

Never before had Yi Chun found every step as difficult, helpless, exhausted, and heart-dead as she did today.

That "family portrait" was a late-pregnancy photo of Shan Mochen and Su Lan, next to which someone had photoshopped the 4D ultrasound images of their two children. It looked quite out of place, but it was the only "family portrait" their home had, and for the past five years, it remained his only emotional sustenance.

Lord Yao, of course, nodded willingly, his face full of happiness, looking at the black-robed priest as if he were seeing a family member.

Because the light was dim, it was hard for me to clearly make out their faces, but fortunately, I had already found a flashlight for illumination.

"Just wait, I will make you pay a double price." Finally came the hoarse, desperate cry of rage, filled with despair and pain.

This sentence I understood; he was calling for his mother. Kayako also suddenly grew quiet, staring blankly at Toshio.

"Because your wound is already infected, and if it isn't properly treated, there's a good chance you might lose this leg." Uncle Yuan's words truly frightened me.

"She really knows how to wait on people." Tang Huaizhe's gaze lingered slightly on her flushed, slightly swollen lips, a surge of desire churning deep within his eyes.

Bai Muling and the others turned their cars around and drove off. I raised the ghost whip and began a merciless slaughter. Although there were quite a few of them, they were all insignificant rabble, and getting rid of them was effortless.

Could it be that the unpleasant video on the internet had hurt Xu Mengyao, causing her younger sister Chuxin's condition to deteriorate once again?

Having lost her mother just last year, now she had lost her father as well, and was treated this way by her only remaining family. Aya must be having a very hard time living right now; I had to go save her.

Hearing Guo Jun's affirmative words, Zhuo Yun finally set his mind at ease, while secretly reminding himself that he must keep a low profile in the future and avoid trouble as much as possible.

Finally, Ilya could no longer hold back and wanted to ask a question, but at that exact moment, a commotion suddenly arose outside the house, and all the windows in David's bedroom shattered amidst the sudden clamor.

"Yes, Lady Tsunade." Shizune immediately replied, following closely behind Tsunade and Jiraiya. "Do not forget what you promised. Otherwise, even for me, things will become quite troublesome." "Please rest assured, Lady Tsunade. Five days from now, we will surely deliver them with both hands," Zabusa spoke up.

When I was in Western Xia, what concerned me most was not Western Xia itself, because from Li Yuanhao's actions, I could already foresee the seeds of his inevitable decline; as for the Khitan Liao dynasty, ever since their disastrous defeat at Heishan, their frailty was apparent to any fool.

Xia Feng was instantly dumbfounded. Just buying a computer could lead her to imagine all of this?

She felt somewhat guilty because even she herself wasn't sure whether she could manage not to like Qin Muchen when he wasn't appearing before her.

"Goodbye." Li Hongjiang placed his shoe into his left hand and extended his right hand to shake Xia Feng's. Since he had just been holding the shoe with that right hand, doing this was actually extremely impolite.

Aside from that, there was another reason: he did not believe an ordinary Holy See cultivator would know the cause behind Chu Mei'er's coma. This was a method executed by Archbishop Wilson; let alone ordinary cultivators, even cultivators at the bishop level might not necessarily be able to resolve it.

Since cured meat wished to live with a bit of backbone, Yun Zheng said no more. He placed the iron pot onto the stove, preparing to make a pot of stew. In such gloomy and damp weather, eating something like this was the best, even though the rice had a slightly burnt taste.