Volume 1, Chapter 52: Bringing the Mistress Home Before the Seventh Day of Mourning

Grandpa looked at me with genuine affection and tenderness in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Grandpa, I will definitely give Tingxiao ten or eight babies so you can play with a different one every day."
From Su Wanyue, I learned one thing: making grand promises!
The bigger, the better!!
Sure enough, just as women cannot escape the temptation of grand promises, neither can men.
Hearing me say this, Grandpa let his imagination run wild, smiling from ear to ear with absolute joy.
From this alone, it was evident what breathtaking stunners Sophie's slender, snow-white legs truly were; even a seasoned veteran like Liu Yong, who had traversed through countless women, was completely captivated and infatuated, let alone ordinary men.
"Do you really think anyone who dares to deceive our young master will come to a good end?" Lei Yang reminded coldly from the side.
Xie Tianran could not help casting a cold glance at all of us, letting out a cold snort before flashing away. Guiwu paused slightly, swept his gaze across us, and finally gave me a slight nod before teleporting away in a flash.
Xia Jinxi would never believe a single word from the Liu family. Once she stepped out of the estate, the news about Qin Zijun messing around with a maidservant would surely spread all the way through the entire capital.
He wanted to see what on earth Li Dongyang was up to. That final remark just now seemed as though Li Dongyang was deliberately targeting him, which made Li Jin feel a sense of unease.
Hearing his words, the figures surrounding them immediately put away their weapons and dispersed in all directions, surrounding Tanya completely.
"Sister Yuegui, there might be a group of people coming to our village to play today. Go back now and tidy up your house; I'll arrange for them to stay at your place," Li Jin said with a chuckle.
Tanya still could not believe that the person before her was the creator god of countless legends. Both her words, actions, and appearance were worlds apart from the gods she knew of in mythology.
A mouthful of dark blood spewed from Long Kui's lips as the Blood Ancestor and Xuan Wudao laughed maniacally. Right at that moment, a massive sword lotus enveloped Long Kui, and then a ghostly figure appeared right in front of the Blood Ancestor. Before the Blood Ancestor could retract his blood hammer, the figure frantically slashed out thousands of sword qi.
The Second Elder put down his teacup and stood up as well. The other elders were also looking forward to the hot pot and chimed in agreement.
"Is every head teacher this exaggerated?" Li Huizi wondered why Li Xia had suddenly blurted out such a remark. From Li Huizi's perspective, this was the most normal opening greeting imaginable.
Since this place, the Nirvanic Valley, was a gathering ground for many sacred domains of the demon race, there were numerous shrines similar to the Fire Emperor's Sacred Palace standing deep within, hidden among the rolling withered bones.
Su Qier gently stroked the sharp sword carved with dragon patterns. The dragon head on the hilt was as fierce as ever, and the blade was as sharp as before.
Before the innkeeper could even sit down, Liu Yi had already stuffed his mouth full of food, leaving the floor covered in leftovers. He dropped his chopsticks and prepared to leave.
Qin Shou let out a wild laugh, riding his sword through the air right up to the edge of the sword-net barrier, and frantically taunted and provoked Yao Busheng with a thoroughly punchable expression.
Han Zhuo was merely inches away from her, close enough to catch her scent, her breath sweet like orchid. Seeing her face flushed, looking half-angry yet charming, full of vibrant life and utterly different from her previous sacred and detached demeanor, he lost the last shred of awe and dread. Lowering his head slightly, he pressed his lips against her brightly flushed, glistening cherries.
Qiao Jun had actually wondered if treating Di Keke this way was somewhat unfair, but whenever she thought of the nightmares that had plagued her for so long, she could not let it go. Especially knowing that whenever she had contact with Di Keke, she was guaranteed to have that terrifying nightmare again that night, making her wish she never had to see Di Keke ever again.
The freedom to follow one's heart, the ideal of soaring, the high-spirited pride, running across a sandy beach by the ocean.
"Do you feel my handling of this was acceptable?" Ouyang Yuhe naturally knew that his way of resolving the issue might not be entirely appropriate, but as a family member, how was he supposed to deal with his own child?