Volume 1, Chapter 62: Do You Also Think I Went Too Far Today?

"Do you really hate your own mother this much?"

Mother Shen's shout sent a chill through Mother Zhang, who was so frightened that she collapsed onto the threshold, clutching her chest, half-regretting that she had ever meddled in the Shen family's private affairs.

Once she finally managed to get down and touched the ground, her entire body felt as paralyzed as if it were shattered, and the slightest movement brought excruciating pain.

First, her expression was one of sheer astonishment, but upon seeing Shen Qingqing's bashful appearance, it twisted into a terrifyingly dark gloom.

Just as his spiritual energy surged out of his body and he was about to step forward, he suddenly noticed a dramatic change in the surrounding spiritual energy.

"Miss Ye? Which Miss Ye?" From behind came a familiar voice—it was none other than Yu Wushuang, the one Ye Qinghuan had yearned for day and night!

Hearing Gu Chao put it that way, Song Qingge raised an eyebrow and said nothing more. It was all the better not to have to go early, as she could use the extra time to catch up on sleep.

In the past, as a swallow, she could not exact her revenge, but now that she had transformed into a human and gained power, she had come back to settle the score.

Some oil paintings were indeed a fine choice, and Link needed to carefully consider beforehand what specific style of oil painting to select.

Yet, constrained by his status as the senior martial brother, he could not simply turn a blind eye to why the other was injured, and thus he finally spoke up to inquire.

"Qingqing, have some pity on me... I feel so unwell..." Xu Siyan leaned against Song Qingge, looking utterly bullied and wretched.

"Isn't the morning air just wonderful? I came out to exercise a bit and soak up the sun," I casually explained.

Ning Yi glanced around and finally sat down on the sofa in the living room. Shao Ling also took a seat, and neither of them spoke for a moment.

At least in the eyes of Mu Zhuo and the others, this grandfather had even attempted to kill his own flesh-and-blood grandson, a fact that allowed everyone to find a slight equilibrium in their own mindsets.

Yet we never restricted the movements of 'Sals', and he has been living in our castle with so many of his people. Could he really have been completely unaware?

Shisui was utterly and fiercely loyal to the Hidden Leaf Village. The Body Flicker Technique was not some supreme secret art; it was merely a technique in which he had attained profound personal insight. When Ino asked about it now, he held nothing back, explaining in meticulous detail his own training methods and the usage techniques of the Body Flicker Technique.

His smile was warm, and a sweet wave of happiness welled up in Ling'er's heart. She looked up at Ning Yi and offered a sweet, radiant smile.

He opened his eyes, his dark pupils clouded with fatigue, the whites webbed with red bloodshot lines that laid bare a profound exhaustion. His delicate brows still carried a trace of irritability from poor sleep.

In his past life, he had been utterly ordinary and submissive, never daring to show his true self to outsiders. Though his inner world was rich, his exterior remained dull and wooden.

"No, no, Doyle, you're overthinking it. You're an old friend of mine; how could I casually replace my suppliers? I'm calling you this time because I have a small favor to ask," Matthew said with a smile.

After arriving at the entrance of the restroom, Liu Ling looked around cautiously, and seeing no one about, she walked toward an adjacent room. Once inside, she deliberately left the door cracked ajar.

If the ninja world is unified in the future, the clans of Temari, Mei Terumi, and Kurotsuchi could also be classified within this tier.

"I never expected you to surpass me in the end..." The third person to perceive this was Aldebaran, who was undergoing rigorous cultivation far away in Brazil. A flash of bitterness crossed his eyes, only to be instantly replaced by unyielding determination.

Four people were seated inside the bright and spacious living room of the Jiang family. The moment Su Jin stepped through the front door, four pairs of eyes turned toward her in unison, carrying a uniform look of appraisal and scrutiny.

What an irony this truly was! Therefore, Harden did not tell the others that his stamina was failing. His own thoughts were quite simple: relying on a seven-point lead to buy himself a little more rest.