Chapter 172: Brother, Are You Sick?

Accompanied by this shrill voice, a very extravagantly dressed man appeared at the back door. He had a semi-circular figure and a face glistening with oil; before his feet even crossed the threshold, his protruding belly had already stepped outside.

"Well, eating quite well, aren't you!"

The moment Ye Cheng caught sight of the newcomer, a chuckle involuntarily arose in his heart.

"Luan......"

Indeed, on the Shattered Continent, Chu Tian had far too many attachments. Every single scene from his past experiences here—the hauntingly familiar figures in his dreams, the heart-stirring familial affection—which of them was not an attachment harbored deep within Chu Tian's heart?

"Thank you for the compliment. I wonder if I might go in and sit for a while now?" Li Bai smiled leisurely, pushing his luck further.

A look of embarrassment surfaced on He Yutang's face. Come to think of it, Zhang Qingting had landed herself in trouble with Xue An once again precisely because she had stepped in to help his younger sister. Yet he himself was entirely unable to offer any assistance. Considering how he had previously made solemn vows to repay the favor and so forth, this simply did not hold water.

Shortly after, the wet nurse Liu directed Danzhi and the others to boil a pot of hot water, and then brought over a steaming basin for Gu Wanyin to soak her feet. Sure enough, she felt much better.

Seeming to carry a trace of regret, the slightly crimson flying sword wobbled its way back to Xu Lie's side. Xu Lie's gaze remained fixed dead on the youth who had suddenly appeared. He saw the youth cradling Situ Xian in his arms, a bewitching smile hanging on his face.

Although Chu Tian and Mie Tian possessed identical facial features, their utterly distinct temperaments at such a moment made the two look as though they were completely different individuals.

In truth, the reason he helped them was for Qin Yingying. As long as she was happy, then no matter what the outcome might be, and no matter how high a price he had to pay, he would be willing.

His eyes remained fixed upon her face; her damp cheeks and tear-stained eyelashes both caused an inexplicable pang of heartache within him.

As the atmosphere inside the room shifted, growing intoxicatingly languid, Mo Chenhai had already forgotten why he had wanted her in the first place. He merely felt that this sensation was strangely familiar, as though it occupied a vitally important position deep within his heart.

Upon entering the room, he saw Ao Luan lying with her bulging belly on an elaborately carved couch, her eyes slightly closed, clutching a yellow handkerchief in her hand.

Empty-handed, coupled with nothing more than a cry of "beasts are attacking," he then struck a pretentious pose of solemnity. Did he really think that by acting this way, others would change their minds and stop viewing him as an absolute fool?

"This is how it went... and that is how it happened..." Ye Zheng pulled the chubby loli along, chattering away incessantly as he managed to barely explain the cause and effect of the entire matter.

A figure spat a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily onto the ground—it was Kunle. However, at this moment, his aura was exceptionally withered, and Yang Hao, having reverted to his true form, came hurtling forward brandishing a razor-sharp malevolent spear.

With a flick of Yang Hao's mind, the Qiankun Yin-Yang Art within his body operated automatically, and the several profound elixirs in his dantian buzzed incessantly with excitement, resembling a traveler in the desert who had finally found a source of water.

Gong Wuxie looked at Heixuan thoughtfully. On Heixuan's adorable doll-like face appeared a completely innocent smile, as if he were merely asking out of casual curiosity with no ulterior motives.

Having set up the Twenty-Eight Mansions Formation, Li Yangang hurriedly leaped down from the villa building. Just as he was about to run toward the others, he suddenly remembered something, strode over to the gathering spot where he had arrived, grabbed the bag he had brought with him, and dashed out. By this time, everyone had already retreated to the outer perimeter of the villa.

Not knowing what else to do, one might as well feign profundity. In any case, having blundered into success this time and seemingly scored another merit, he probably wouldn't die.

What kind of utter nonsense was this? After piecing together Li Yangang's state of mind through imagination, Ninth Sister hurriedly banished those sordid fantasies from her head.

"Mother always acts like she never grows up, hehe!" Although Long Qingyu seemed to disdain her mother on the surface, in reality, she loved her dearly and usually fiercely protected her.