Chapter 48 Knocking on the Door in the Middle of the Night

Seeing his expression soften slightly, Meng Shuyue's eyes lit up. She hurried over to sit on the edge of the bed and continued to coax him persuasively.

"Do you remember up in that big tree, you clung like a koala, and then I..."

As she spoke, Meng Shuyue stroked her belly, hinting that the child she was carrying was truly his.

Who would have thought that the man before her would calmly pick up an enamel mug to rinse his mouth, and then spit the water into the trash can.

Seeing that he had no reaction, Meng Shuyue pressed on with her persuasion.

Although he still lacked immortal-like magic, the physical enhancement bestowed upon him by the Grand God of Firearms system had already granted him combat capabilities far surpassing ordinary humans. Relying solely on this formidable combat prowess, he felt no fear toward ghosts or similar entities.

Liu Xin rolled her eyes, teasing him as she said, "Can my relationship with you possibly compare to your relationship with Han Bing?"

"So many temporary factory buildings are indeed enough to install these newly purchased production lines." Chen Hao stroked his chin, muttering thoughtfully.

Panic broke out among the enemy tanks. Whether out of sheer helplessness or some other form of terror, not a single one of the counter-attacking shells fired in their first volley managed to hit the Communist army targets along the roadside.

From within the cave came a feminine cry full of murderous intent, followed by several bone-chilling ice spikes that shot forward once again, piercing fiercely straight toward the youth clad in black robes.

Most men loved cars, and Bao Qing was no exception. To him, these Audi cars were unadulterated luxury vehicles.

Whenever anyone mentioned the name Chen Feng in front of them, while they felt proud from the bottom of their hearts, they inevitably harbored a sense of inferiority as well. Norman, in particular, as the leader of the Dragon Slaying Mercenary Corps, had only just broken through to the ninth rank last month.

He had seen thieves crying thief, but he had never witnessed such a shameless monk. Ye Wudao did not possess such hypocritical self-restraint.

Naturally, as a tier-four alchemist, Master Hu possessed enough personal appeal to summon countless powerful warriors to fight on his behalf. Yet, when faced with an opponent of the exact same rank who was also a tier-four alchemist—even if they were both nine-star Dou Di—almost no one would be willing to provoke such a formidable expert.

Across the entire battlefield, nearly a hundred imperial guards struggled and wept, pleading for their lives. The remaining guards on the outer perimeter, though uninjured by the previous blow, were now frightened out of their wits, kneeling and begging for mercy.

It was truly laughable to think that the dignified head of the Sinan family would harbor another man's wife and deceive her into becoming his own, acting in a manner both despicable and shameless.

Immediately, Meng Xin and those six individuals embraced one another and wept bitterly, creating a scene that was difficult to describe as either heartbreaking or touching.

Mu Cha stood up, extending her slender hand—tipped with wine-red nail polish—toward Jian Jin. Her smile was poised and generous, which, combined with her heavy makeup, exuded an enchanting allure.

The shirt was rather thin, and Qing Ning could feel, merely by looking at it, the solid muscles beneath the fabric that embodied a man's sense of power, causing her heart to suddenly beat faster.

Did he treat others the same way? Yet why was he so aloof and cold in real life?

Although Yang Quan had taken the majority of his main force away from Yang Commandery, a formidable military presence still remained within the capital city.

Sure enough, after walking over and whispering briefly with Yamato Sakuto, Zhou Sicong's expression shifted—showing anger at one moment, mortification at the next, and finally shock—before his brows furrowed tightly as if he had fallen into a dilemma.

Loki slammed heavily into the ground, his eye sockets turning red as tears streamed down the corners of his eyes. He was crying, beaten to the point of tears.

With that, Yang Qingyue turned her head to look at the surrounding passengers, discovering that they had not overheard the words spoken by Xiong Yanhua.