Chapter 24: Do Not Leave Me Behind

Her self-consolation was destined to be shattered.

Xiao Cheng’an had contacted the Fu family long before bringing her back and had already conducted a paternity test. Now, he brought out the jade pendant again; the name "Luo Ning" was carved into it, discovered inside the swaddling clothes when Luo Ning was first found.

"You’re nothing but a human trafficker!"
"I’m calling the police to have you arrested!"
"…!"

Xiao Luoning huddled in the car, hysterical.

When the clock struck eight in the morning, Wan Fushan had already arrived at Wu Family Village with his men.

The young man in white spoke, his long sword moving like a phantom. Fierce sword energy and cold light scattered, causing the ambient temperature to drop significantly.

Garota’s expression remained calm, yet his tone carried an unquestionable weight. Once he finished speaking, he slowly descended the mountain to meet his destiny. Arot and the tribal warriors let out strange cries, breaking formation to perform their tribal war dance amidst the mountain forest.

Henry Murch’s attire was somewhat reminiscent of Admiral Don Krieg, whom Luffy had encountered in the East Blue, only even more flamboyant.

"Lan San, tell me the truth: what do you think of Miss Qingrou?" Quanzang asked suddenly.

"Uh... that would be too exaggerated. In short, as long as it has wheels and can serve as a substitute for walking, that’s fine," Wu Songxu replied.

With a strange smile on his face, Ye Qing extended his right hand and flicked it imperceptibly toward the rear. A gust of douqi formed, directly propelling the colorful powder through the cylinder and forcing it down the shadow’s throat.

Under the bridge that had been blown apart, the Japanese trucks burned with raging flames, illuminating the entire situation on the opposite bank with crystal clarity.

Just as he hung up the phone, a teasing voice came from behind Feng Gang; it was Xia Hong, walking over with a reusable shopping bag.

"A golden bird?" Wu Songxu glanced in Quanzang’s direction, only to see a bright, flashing monster with wings flapping about blindly.

In mid-March, Xu Shuo was to become engaged to Wen Ruochen. Honestly, I didn’t quite understand it—wouldn’t it be better to just get married? Why go through the extra trouble of an engagement? Zhou Yi hit the nail on the head: such banquets are merely excuses to use a joyous occasion to network or show off family wealth; they are symbols of status and prestige, and thus indispensable.

"Yes, my brother specifically instructed me to bring you. He said he wanted to introduce a friend to me," Zhou Yi smiled. I didn’t think much of it.

God, I couldn’t imagine what kind of environment I was in. I secretly opened my eyes, looking around silently. Through the slits of my eyelids, I saw that everything was white, and not far to my right, a man in a white coat was holding sharp blades and surgical scissors.

Song Linghua busied herself, helping Jiang Shen move things, pouring water, and fetching clothes, acting exactly like a servant.

The Empress was deep in thought, believing she had perfectly concealed the changes on her face, but every shift had been observed by Ling Ruoxuan. They simply left it unsaid.

At that time, Ouyang Yuyun had fallen for Wen Lili and thus harbored the desire to take her as his consort.

Qiao Nianxi drooped her eyelids as she watched the live performance in the lake, her arms crossed over her chest, looking entirely at ease.

"It is my fault; the Fifth Prince has been calling me out frequently these past few days, and naturally, I have had no time." How could Li Ruoxian ever tolerate calling a concubine "Mother"?

I cannot understand why she would do such a thing. Those people had no grievances with her; why inflict such cruel harm on them, one by one?

For a million years, she had never encountered a trial of love. Sometimes she would spend her life in loneliness, waiting for the next reincarnation; other times she would die young, forced to search once more for the place to begin her next life.

Li Wei had the power to kill Shen Jun, but he had not yet recovered from his grief. Li Wei’s gaze drifted to Shen Jun, floating toward him. He gripped his blade with both hands, raised it, and was about to strike down at Shen Jun’s head. Had it landed, Shen Jun’s skull would surely have been split in two.