Volume 1, Chapter 58: Subconscious Bias

When Shen Yixiao came out, I was already asleep.

Recently, he had been very self-aware about not touching me, afraid of making me angry. More importantly, he was already satisfied by Lu Xiaoyun, leaving no need to force himself on me.

Last night, he was still on the phone with 林怡 (Lin Yi). If she had truly fallen so seriously ill that it took half a month to recover, she would have collapsed by last night.

"Beep, beep, beep," the instant messaging notification sounded frequently, resembling some extremely complex Morse code.

As the drifting maple scattered across time, Maple-Wuji landed squarely on the protruding snout of the Earth-Crouching Serpent. The serpent shook its head violently, trying to throw Maple-Wuji to the ground. Maple-Wuji immediately executed the Red Maple Sect's supreme sword technique, "Empty Dance of Falling Maples," leaping on the maple leaves in mid-air to dodge the serpent's frantic biting.

After exchanging a few more trivial words, Ji Ailian and Xie Jiacheng left Wu Cheng's room.

Luo Zixuan saw it very clearly; her method of removing the needles seemed to follow a pattern, not pulling them out sequentially, but rather skipping back and forth.

Compared to her past weak and delicate demeanor like a tender jasmine flower, he now much preferred and appreciated her cold and stunning persona, reminiscent of a black rose.

"I said, I only want to talk to you alone! If you aren't willing, I'll block your way here every day!" Liu Xiang persisted relentlessly.

The voice of the Heavenly Dipper Star gradually faded into the distance. The Maple Spirit Fox sighed softly. Although the Heavenly Dipper Star divine beast indeed possessed terrifying demon clan magic power, being defeated by the united efforts of the human race was only a matter of time.

He looked down at Shen Chuze, his eyes filled with guilt. It was all because he was too weak, lacking even the ability to fight alongside him.

This novel method of a malevolent ghost's appearance brought infinite terror to the audience on the scene, and even the malevolent ghosts who were also in the audience were quite astonished.

"How about this, Yiyi? If you don't want to raise the child after it's born, Big Sister will take responsibility for raising it. Big Sister can raise the child for you. If you find raising a child tiring, I'll help you." Anyway, she had nothing to do, and had no idea when her own belly might conceive, so helping Xu Yiyi raise a child wasn't a bad idea.

A thousand steps later, Wu Dongfang was still walking. As he walked, he gradually deviated from the main road and headed towards the mountains on the southern side. The mountain path was difficult, making his progress even harder. Eventually, he collapsed, falling into a banyan grove.

The second car was also finished. The driver felt a burning, numbing sensation in his chest, and when he looked down, his chest was already covered in blood. Immediately afterward, his hands slipped, and his head slumped heavily onto the steering wheel.

At this very moment, at the other two ferry crossings along the great river, the pre-battle mobilization work of the remaining alliance teams was also drawing to a close. This meant that the Second Demonic Beast Forest War had officially curtain-raised.

Since then, backed by this legislation, Japan has successively dispatched Self-Defense Forces to participate in United Nations peacekeeping operations in Mozambique, the Golan Heights, East Timor, and elsewhere, participated in operations to transport Rwandan refugees in Zaire and Kenya, and sent military observers to Nepal.

Therefore, he subconsciously excluded the Supreme Grand Elder. This was a blind spot in his thinking, operating on the exact same principle as things being darkest under the lamp.

This Golden Core cultivator stood on the spot, yet his appearance and build had not changed in the slightest. His face was still that exact face—Yun Duo even recognized it. This face belonged to an Qi-refining cultivator from the Alchemy Workshop.

Naturally, as for this matter involving Ye Chen, Liao Bingxue knew she could no longer resist. Unless she herself was unwilling to stay with Ye Chen, she had no choice but to accept whatever he did.

As for top-tier gods, their subscription-to-purchase ratio was nearly three to one, and some even reached two to one.

Drawing a sharp long sword from Mr. Kui, after infusing it with that stream of spiritual energy, the sword became completely different, directly thrusting towards one of the men in black.

King Chujiang's destructive footprints invisibly slowed down the progress of the two in finding their guiding destination.

"Chuyang, go arrange the master and the others' quarters. I will take them to pay respects to the Queen Mother and the Father Lord." After instructing Yue Chuyang, Long Mingyue intended to take Mu Qiu and the others to the main hall.

Hearing these casual two words, Qin Miao suddenly wore a stern expression. The scene of him reprimanding the Public Security Bureau chief flashed clearly in his mind once again. He wanted to ask, but held back.

"Which of the two of them is going to kick the bucket, I don't know, but we might be the ones kicking the bucket..." Ye Zheng recovered from the male infant being dragged away by Wish-Fulfillment, wearing a bitter expression.

"The moon shines through the pines, clear springs flow over the stones." Do you always yearn to stroll alone through a pine forest on a quiet moonlight night, where the babbling of spring water is the melody of your heart, and the poetic, picturesque time pauses just for you?

"Chen'er, it's alright. Forget all the unhappy things. Your father and mother are here for everything." Seeing his expression was off, Leng Yan hurriedly hugged him. Perhaps he and he were the same kind of person; this father-son bond was destined long ago. No matter who he was, wasn't he simply his child?

This moderately built middle-aged man had a rather upright appearance, though his eyes revealed exhaustion with dark circles under them. He even yawned as he sat down, seemingly having slept poorly of late.

By the time she reunited with Mu Yichen, it was many years later. Just as she returned to the inn and prepared to go inside to find her master, she ran into a man she desperately wished not to see. This man was quite pretty and was one of Ling Ximo's admirers. Having crossed paths a few times, she knew this man was the son of a mercenary squad captain.

Hearing the teacher mention Li Tianyi, Jiang Donghui's expression involuntarily darkened. Uncle De was his closest person, yet he had been beaten by Li Tianyi and bedridden for seven days. This grudge had to be avenged. However, Uncle De's words left him greatly astonished.

Following the method provided, Yang Hao silently recited the Chaos Divine Art, and a vast mental energy surged out from his sea of consciousness, flooding into the demonic wolf's sea of consciousness.

After securing the consent of the other elders, the Grand Elder retrieved a secret treasure of the Shangyang Sect, which could save Li Dazhu's life at a critical moment. Not only that, this secret treasure could also conceal Li Dazhu's physique. With these preparations made, Li Dazhu was finally permitted to descend the mountain.

Today, Rong Yichen abandoned his usual low-profile style, high-profilely leading Yi Shuiling into the company. He simply wanted her to appear openly before the public.

If he wasn't mistaken, the Young Mistress had cast a cold glance in their direction right before leaving. That gaze... why was it so similar to the Young Young Master's? He actually felt intimidated instinctively.

After a sigh of emotion, the two no longer delayed and secretly entered the British Museum. Houyi had been here several times before and knew the way like the back of his hand. Without triggering any alarm systems, the two of them entered as easily as opening the door to their own home, which was absurdly effortless.

"Your Ladyship, your pulse is overly slippery yet lacks sufficient strength. This pregnancy requires careful maintenance... You must not overthink, and certainly must not tire yourself out serving the Emperor any longer..." After taking her pulse, Imperial Physician Zheng Hua said worriedly to Noble Consort Liang.

"Who is White Night?" Facing everyone's fear, Liu Hong asked loudly as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At that moment, he was blocking the entrance of the Prajna Alliance with his men, and coupled with this question, he looked precisely like someone coming to arrest a wanted criminal.

He wasn't weeping loudly, nor was he sobbing with grievance; he was simply shedding tears, one tear dropping after another, completely out of his control. He wasn't even aware he was crying until his face was covered in tears, and only then did he realize he had been weeping.