Chapter Ninety-Two: The Fake Child, the Real Bear

Reluctantly, Xiao Hong accompanied the other five once again to Hengshu Jun’s secluded courtyard, but this time he absolutely refused to enter the house. Senior Brother Huang didn’t force Xiao Hong to join them inside, instead letting him stay alone in the yard to play.

Realizing that he had greeted his master uncle a little too enthusiastically during their earlier encounter, Ming Shuang awkwardly slipped over to Xiao Su’s side. Shaking off the mess of emotions stirred by his little master uncle, he focused all his thoughts on how to ask the dazzlingly grand Young Master Wang for a compass.

Seemingly seeing through Ming Shuang’s intentions, the sly fox spirit leaned over and whispered softly, “Young friend, don’t worry. Once we’ve handled the main business, we can privately arrange with Hengshu Jun to exchange for the magical instrument you desire.”

Ming Shuang shook his head and said, “But I don’t have—”

People often say: It is easier to rise from poverty to wealth than to fall from wealth to poverty. This “ease” and “difficulty” do not refer to actions, but rather to the mindset.

Thus, Lin Jiamao found himself in a miserable state. Bai Nianxue and Shen Yang were getting along famously, leaving him feeling utterly sidelined. Reflecting on the intimate moments he shared with Bai Nianxue in the office not long ago, he was filled with a poignant sense of melancholy.

At the entrance of Zhongshan Park on Blue Island, I clearly saw you. That night, although it was dark, you were sitting inside your car.

They had seen sunsets and evening glow before, but never from such a lofty vantage point, nor within such a solemn and sacred setting.

The shadow-rank ninja, facing Dongfang Yunyang’s renewed barrage of punches, dared not slack off this time. He had just experienced the true might of Dongfang Yunyang’s fists—not ordinary blows, but power comparable to high-level ninjutsu.

Tender pink lips, a delicate and adorable face—unlike Ling Yin, this child’s first impression was that of someone very easy to bully, followed by the urge either to tease her or to protect her.

After being struck by a curse, Voldemort struggled to contain himself but still trembled uncontrollably, his attention wavering.

After securing the strongholds, Dongfang Yunyang immediately conducted a brief reorganization and then, according to plan, led his troops toward Banti Island.

It was another Saturday. Unlike the previous week, the students of Yin County Middle School could finally go home after class this week.

Yet the locals here attribute everything to a stone wall bestowed by an immortal, claiming it brought all these blessings.

He knew very well that only by maintaining relentless pressure on Russia could his long-prepared North Wind truly unleash its power. When that time came, Russia would be doomed beyond redemption.

Lota tried to pull her hand free but found it held tightly. She then curled into a ball, burying her head against her chest, as if determined not to look up no matter what.

The dark spirits exchanged glances. The wolf clan, the blood clan, and the church—all three factions were present. These three had been fiercely at odds overseas; how come they were allied now?

Songzi slapped her squarely in the forehead. Longzi immediately withdrew her hands, standing obediently without daring to touch anything else.

Lota, in anger, transformed using her overclocked energy. She dragged Lola over, pressed her against the wall, and forcefully entered her body.

“One hundred million yuan is only short by a hundred thousand. Is it really worth all this trouble to hunt you down?” Qin Ming asked in puzzlement.

Water droplets larger than soybeans instantly erupted like a geyser, spurting from his forehead, nape, and back.

The perfect arc was somehow defended. He had intended to strike with a time difference, but unexpectedly, Kaisa was right on the trajectory.

At the school, Su Doudou looked as triumphant as if she had just won a battle. Having been at school for over two months, it was rare for her to gain the upper hand in her sharp exchanges with Shi Lei. How could Su Doudou not feel proud?

Little did anyone know, her whispered words of affection would cause a profound psychological shock among her subordinates. As a result, everyone was left dumbfounded.

He rubbed his arms covered in goosebumps, trembling all over. “Good grief! What kind of look was that? So terrifying! Could it be that he really hates me now?”

But then again, within Feifan Studio, including Lu Feifan himself, everyone was a person of passion—often led by their emotions rather than reason.