Chapter 31: The Eccentric Head Nurse

Fu Qiqi’s stalled brain took a long while to recall who Bian Que was.

"Doctor Yan, 'Bian Que' is a bit toxic; you could just call yourself Hua Tuo’s biggest fan."

On the other end of the line, Yan Xiuyong kept a straight face. "How could I do that? It’s too embarrassing."

Fu Qiqi asked in all seriousness, "You’re already a fan, so why are you afraid of people knowing?"

Who knows what Yan Xiuyong was thinking, insisting on giving himself a code name as if they were engaged in some grand undertaking.

Especially when she lowered the pitch of the original singer’s high-reaching notes, Zheng Rui knew that this version’s vocal range would impress even someone like Guo Huilian today. As a senior who had debuted thirty years ago, her prowess was undeniable.

Seeing the weary look on the pregnant woman’s face, the High Priest scooped her up horizontally and headed toward his own living quarters.

Which artist in South Korea didn't know? China was paradise. The money there was easy to earn; just a few endorsements would pay more than a whole year of commercial performances in South Korea.

Chu Mo blushed, rubbing the back of his head. He neither agreed nor denied, and said nothing more.

When those words were spoken, everyone in the shed was filled with despair, and upon hearing them, Shan Heming felt even more despondent and hopeless.

Jiang Miaomiao slinked away in shame, but before half a day had passed, he came crawling back, looking shameless as ever.

He knew he had no grounds to defend her, but Xiao Hong had already lost her beauty; if she were to lose her martial arts skills as well, it would be more cruel than killing her.

These questions surfaced repeatedly in Elder Tang’s mind, leaving him unable to find rest even when night fell.

At this moment, Le Caiwei stood on the steps, looking bewildered. Every time she stepped onto a stair, the one behind her would vanish. Watching the steps disappear, she felt a sudden panic, and her heart began to race with every step she took.

A twenty-nine-year-old cultivator at the Spirit Condensation Realm? And a fifth-grade formation master? Not to mention a Huaxia Inspector?

The sound of water in the bathroom ceased, and Su Manting emerged, drying her hair. She possessed an enviable figure, and her lingerie size was the same as Chu Yuyun’s, allowing the two best friends to freely swap clothes.

Compared to those common elemental plants that were difficult to control, this Tree of Life was a being with its own imprint, capable of resisting total assimilation. Besides, if it were fully assimilated, it would lose the ability to produce elemental sprites. Cultivating plants—that was Chi Nan’s true specialty.

"Doctor Liu, what kind of illness does Su Mei have that she had to come to you?" Wang Taohua immediately put on a smiling face and asked with great enthusiasm, turning toward Liu Zhenpeng.

Fairy Fengyin nodded with a smile; she was very strong, neither weeping nor showing much sorrow.

"Fine then. I really didn't expect the Night Owl’s son to be such a loser." Tie Xiong shook his head and turned to get into the car.

When the figure reached her bedside, she, still not fully awake, shuddered reflexively, her forehead rippling like water.

The first batch of Hao Yaoqi’s soldiers arrived safely on the opposite bank of the river without encountering any resistance. Mianyang Prefecture was already remote, a significant distance from both Wuchang and Yuezhou Prefecture; it was essentially a lawless zone.

Gu Yue nearly burst out laughing upon hearing this. Suddenly noticing Xu Zheng about to pull a cheeky face, she immediately stiffened her expression and glared at him.

Unfortunately, as a wealthy man, Zhang Xian truly had plenty of time, so he wanted to express his love through time and other means rather than simple money.

Although this was Chen Mo’s first time using Qi Shaping, his preparations were quite thorough. He activated his Diamond Soul and Diamond Body first, and even opened his Heaven and Earth Spiritual sense, using various buffs as a foundation to maximize the potential of his battle soul.

Yang Feng ordered his top general, Xu Huang, to engage in battle, and Han Yi countered by sending out Gao Lan. The two armies fought a fierce battle, but neither side could gain the upper hand, and they each retreated to their camps. Hearing it was Xu Huang, Han Yi recalled the burly, eight-foot-tall man. He then sent an envoy to Yang Feng’s camp, ostensibly to demand his surrender, while secretly attempting to contact Xu Huang.