Volume 1, Chapter 22: Qin Tianlang Decides Against Divorce

Once Qin Tianlang made a decision, it was absolutely unchangeable.

“Since we can’t teach you properly at home, you’ll go to kindergarten and let the teachers discipline you well.”

Qin Tianlang gestured for Aunt Liu to take Qin Yi to bed.

Aunt Liu carried Qin Yi away, but he was like a slippery fish, squirming and resisting, refusing to go to kindergarten.

Qin Tianlang looked at his phone thoughtfully; sending him to kindergarten was indeed a significant matter.

This task should be entrusted to Lin Qiao.

In the shadowed corner of the alley, a cool and commanding woman, exuding a strong, assertive aura despite her delicate features, gently lifted the chin of a round-eyed boy. The two hid in the shadows, indulging in a bold kiss, while their companions waited out on the street.

Proudly stating his codename, Gu Chenhao was momentarily stunned. He had encountered this name countless times before, yet he never expected to meet others from the same series here in Russia.

However, the one who truly lunged forward was not the young reporter who worshipped Galen like a deity, but Nami, whose tear-streaked face had yet to be wiped clean.

She possessed the Juice-Juice Fruit power, able to extract liquid from any object—truly deserving the title “Juice Princess.”

Since being cared for during her illness that one time, Yu Ci’s attitude toward Feng Zui had improved significantly.

But the “accumulated error” theory remained merely a topic of discussion within scientific circles; ordinary people paid it little heed.

Hearing Luo Yu’s words, Fan Qiang, president of the underachievers club, was taken aback at first. He was momentarily dazzled by Luo Yu’s sweet smile and only regained his senses after a while, realizing what she had just said.

Chu Xian could already sense the effect: over these past few days, Mo Lin’s murderous intent towards him had noticeably lessened.

Muzi would follow the original story outline—apprenticing under the Qinghe sect, then, due to various circumstances, entering some secret realm’s depths, gaining the legacy of the demon race, and eventually becoming a Demon Lord.

The magic-induced smelting furnace was dispelled by sorcery, and instantly, a new magic smelting furnace emerged from Ar’s body. This happened three times in a row, so he decisively abandoned that target.

In the distance, fireworks continued to bloom endlessly. Those ever-changing blossoms blossomed behind Jin Se’s head, shifting between red and purple, their brilliant colors enchanting to behold.

Moreover, within the spirit platform was a delicate compass, continuously calculating precise directions and predicting auspicious or inauspicious events—abilities within the Qingxiang Law Compass’s range. Cheng Mo sensed that acting accordingly would cause him no losses now or in the future.

Ji Yan twitched her nose mischievously, humming playfully. Only in the presence of her family could she truly be a child.

He glanced at Yu Zhi beside him, who showed no abnormalities either, evidently having noticed nothing.

The demon lord instinctively resisted, but the blue glow suddenly condensed on the Shura Axe, unleashing a more terrifying power that triggered the sword’s killing aura.

Lin Yuxi was so infuriated by the message Lin Haoxuan had just sent that her hands trembled, unable to type a response.

Scrolling down to the next image, seeing Lin Haoxuan’s helpless expression, Si Yechen laughed out loud, somewhat gleeful—his temperament was just too similar to Lin Haoxuan’s.

At this moment, Zha Kang seemed to have made a secret pact with an angel who had slipped into the mortal realm, forming a connection.

He had considered countless possibilities but never imagined the reigning emperor would personally come here to escort Jin Se back to the palace. Such mutual understanding—would it not be wonderful? He only wondered if Jin Se had revealed the truth about her soul being transferred into another body and whether the emperor would believe it.

Fortunately, his life count was sufficient. If he were an ordinary person with only twenty life points, this ordeal would have cost him half his life.

At the start, Dongliang thought it was Wuxin’s doing, but after pondering for a while, Dongliang guessed that Wen Xu intended something else. He didn’t believe his master would do something so trivial as to cover his head with a handful of snow just for fun. So Dongliang maintained this stance, waiting to see Wen Xu’s next move.