Chapter 117: The More I Look, the More You Resemble Them

This man deliberately chose this place so that he could both see and hear the child’s cries.

To be precise, Jin Yuan truly did it on purpose.

Standing in his own room, right by the window facing down, Yuan Xiangdie happened to witness him scolding the hired help—this was intentional, meant to make Yuan Xiangdie hold back a little.

However, for this woman, the more she was reprimanded, the stronger her rebellious streak became.

The little one screamed with heart-wrenching pain, but no one responded or paid attention. Because of this, Yuan Xiangdie’s resolve only deepened, and she indeed carried out her plan that night.

Yuan Lan had an old comrade returning these past days, so...

Xialuo called Qian Zhifeng to ask about the team’s matches. The semifinal teams had been decided: the Sixth Sense team, the Mountain Chicken team, the Golden team, and the Big Bear team. Today was a rest day; tomorrow would be the first final match with Mountain Chicken facing Big Bear, and the day after, Sixth Sense would battle Golden.

As a husband, Mu Yingchen gave her all he could—except love. In fact, he treated her merely as a tool.

Tie Yunchao lacked Wang Qiao’s composure; upon hearing that Han Fei’s flirtation with Wang Wan failed and that Tie Rou had beaten him up, he froze completely.

Xiao Zitian understood the implication behind her words, smiling faintly, though her expression remained calm.

He was unwilling to leave—that was fine. Mrs. Han didn’t care either. As long as she took the old lady and her son away, the husband… whether she had him or not was irrelevant.

At that moment, Xialuo revealed everything about Xiang Dashan, Xie Jian’an, Zhu Dajun, and the others. On the surface, this matter had no connection to Xiang Dashan, but behind the scenes, he was definitely the puppet master. The so-called Zhu Dajun and Mantangcai Real Estate were all his enterprises.

Xialuo struck a fist against his chest, and the man’s retaliatory punch finally landed on Xialuo. Being brothers, he didn’t dare use full strength—only about ten percent. He knew Xialuo couldn’t withstand internal energy and didn’t want to hurt him. Yet, Xialuo was unscathed and kicked him twice more.

And I felt it too—speed again. After consuming that black demon’s gallbladder, my speed increased. Now I finally understood: the gallbladders they provide enhance my various abilities, but it depends on what kind of power they possessed in life.

Jian Lihua smiled with satisfaction upon hearing Lin Rongshen’s reply. He knew his grandson’s character well—when he made a promise, it meant he was fully confident.

But as long as one lets go and forgets the past, looking forward, the right person will always be waiting ahead.

If that old, unruly master saw me, he’d probably grumble about wanting foreign women and, if he couldn’t get them, would surely punish me. Better not to think about him.

Three of them picked a single Blood Spirit Fruit each and immediately retreated; four ghost creatures scrambled for one fruit apiece before vanishing underground. However, two men and three ghosts tried to gather one or two more.

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, I had never seen such a scene. Naturally, curiosity was piqued.

He scored six points alone, leading his team in an offensive surge midway through the first quarter, suppressing the Nuggets in a flurry of shots.

Cen Jiun couldn’t understand the words but was too embarrassed to ask, so he waited for Old Qu to hesitate and finally raise his head, ready to speak but then falling silent.

As he reached the main gate, he saw the security team of Shiya Group assembling from afar, so Yang Zhengjie walked over.

Seeing the neatly written note, Bai Mo chuckled softly, whispering in a voice only she and Ye Qingze could hear.

Moreover, this aura carried a faint pressure that struck at the souls of martial artists. Zhong Zihao knew this was a test of the strength of their spiritual power.

Young Hero Yang and Ci Shiping, the lively duo, were giving massages to Zhan Musi, praising his astonishing slam dunk without end.

It wasn’t just the power itself that brought him satisfaction, but the comfort these fulfilled desires gave him, making him thoroughly enjoy life. Whether in peaceful moments or in battle, he was always relishing the experience.