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Chapter 1128: Chapter 1128: Pregnant
Dong!
Midnight, Lowell Tennyson.
The large bell hanging in the center of the valley suddenly rang out.
"What’s going on?" Guillen Tennyson hurriedly dressed and stepped outside, only to encounter his senior.
"I don’t know either," Ian Radcliffe said with a similarly bewildered face, "but once that bell rings, it definitely means trouble."
In the middle of the night, the usually quiet Lowell Tennyson was suddenly bustling with noise.
Many elders and disciples, with sleepy eyes, walked out from their rooms, hastening towards the main hall.
"What’s happening?"
"I don’t know! I just came out too."
"In the middle of the night, I was having a good dream!"
Everyone chatted as they walked, and although they complained, their steps were swift.
Only the Valley Master had the authority to ring that bell.
Less than ten minutes after the bell rang.
The main hall was already filled with people.
The Valley Master stood in the very center, not saying a word, his face ashen.
Seeing the Valley Master’s expression, everyone consciously kept silent.
Perhaps, something major had occurred.
"Is everyone here?"
After looking around, the Valley Master coldly began.
"All four protectors of Lowell Tennyson, eight elders, three hundred and seventy-one disciples. All present!"
One of the elders, Ian Radcliffe, stood up and responded.
"Good!"
Valley Master Chris Tennysons nodded and took out a mobile phone.
"Now, I want to show you all something."
After saying that, he turned around and projected the phone’s screen onto the large screen behind him.
Although Lowell Tennyson was an old sect, it kept up with the times.
Everyday life was just like that of ordinary people.
"Mad Dragon?"
When everyone saw the corpse on the screen, they couldn’t help but gasp.
But at that moment, a face, or rather, a face wearing a mask, appeared on the screen.
"Hello everyone at Lowell Tennyson, I am Mad Dragon!"
The man waved his hand and then stood with his foot on the unblinking head of the dead man.
"Damn it!"
Below, someone roared.
"I know you’re all very angry right now," the masked man provocatively said on the screen, "but Mad Dragon overstepped and dared to oppose me, and now he’s been killed! If any of you come, you’ll end up just like him!"
"Arrogant!"
"Completely reckless!"
"I’ll personally go and kill him, to avenge brother Mad Dragon!"
Mad Dragon was an elder of Lowell Tennyson, with a high and influential position.
Now that the elder had been killed and his corpse desecrated, this was a direct insult to Lowell Tennyson!
A slap in the face to each of them!
"I know you must want to kill me right now. Come on then, I’ve prepared coffins in Gonzalez City, waiting for you all."
At the end of the video, the masked man still did not forget to taunt, "Your Valley Master’s head, I’ve reserved."
With that, the video abruptly ended.
"Mad man!"
Bang!
Ian Radcliffe fiercely slammed the table, eyes red, "I’ll go kill him!"
"I’m going too!"
Guillen Tennyson also stood up.
"I’ll go!"
"Me too!"
Below, row upon row of Lowell Tennyson disciples stood up.
They were filled with rage!
"I, Lowell Tennyson, since the founding patriarch established the sect, have existed for one thousand three hundred seventy-two years! In these one thousand three hundred seventy-two years, it’s not that we have never lost an elder, even three Valley Masters have died in battle!"
Chris Tennysons stood in the center of the hall, speaking passionately, "Over a thousand years, Lowell Tennyson has made countless enemies! But over a thousand years have passed, our foes have left not even their names behind, completely turning to dust in history! And yet Lowell Tennyson still stands here, unshakeably!"
"We are not afraid to die! But for each of us who dies, the enemy must pay ten times, a hundred times the price!"
Boom!
The wooden table in the center of the hall exploded into pieces.
Chris Tennysons looked up, slowly closing his eyes.
"Ian Radcliffe, Guillen Tennyson!"
He shouted loudly.
"Here!"
The two drew their swords and stepped forward!
"Tomorrow, I will personally see the two of you off!"
Chris Tennysons abruptly shook his sleeve and strode out of the great hall.
"At that time, Lowell Tennyson shall declare to all sects in the world! Our two elders go forth to slay the Mad Dragon and welcome the sword fanatic home!"
...
While sitting at home, a pot falls from the sky.
As the completely clueless party, Julius Reed sat in the chair of his small room.
He had fallen asleep.
He had a dream.
In the dream, it was still the man covered in blood, holding a human head and coming to claim his life.
Julius Reed always felt that he had seen this man before.
But he just couldn’t remember.
If it had been anyone else having this dream, they would surely have awakened in shock.
But Julius Reed didn’t.
He even walked over, crouched down, and scrutinized the head in the man’s hand.
However, the man’s face was obscured by his hair.
Just as he thought to lift the hair and see the face beneath,
the dream woke him.
"Who could it be?"
Julius Reed opened his eyes—it was already six in the morning.
He vaguely heard someone frying food downstairs.
Following the scent, Julius Reed walked down the stairs step by step.
Indeed, it was Nelson cooking.
"What are you making?"
With the smell of the food, Julius Reed touched his stomach, feeling something was off.
Why would he be hungry so early in the morning?
"Stir-fried pig kidneys, to replenish your body."
Nelson wore an apron, looking every bit the caring wife and mother.
Taking advantage of everyone else still being asleep, she quietly pointed to a dish that was ready. "Fried eggs with leeks, do you like it?"
"It’s okay, even though you have a terrible temper, your cooking skills are undeniable."
Julius Reed leaned in close, gently touching the dish and taking a whiff.
He was clearly enchanted.
"Compliments to you!"
"Then, Dragon King, would you consider taking me in?" Nelson flirted, leaning toward Julius Reed, "After all, you’ve slept with me, you should take responsibility."
"Get lost!"
Julius Reed immediately turned his face away.
Faster than flipping a book.
"Actually, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you."
Nelson suddenly stopped her actions and looked very seriously at Julius Reed.
"Uh... I have something else to do, you stay busy." Julius Reed suddenly felt something was amiss!
A scent of conspiracy!
"Wait!"
Nelson grabbed his hand forcefully.
"Just one sentence."
Her tone carried a hint of pleading.
"Just one sentence?"
Julius Reed hesitated, pointing at the stir-fried pig kidneys in the pot, "They’re about to burn."
"Wait for me then."
Nelson skillfully finished cooking the dish quickly.
Julius Reed helped carry a small plate and placed it aside.
The stir-fried pig kidneys were done.
Delectable in appearance and scent.
Smelling the food, Julius Reed got a bit hungry.
"Okay, now tell me."
But he still restrained himself, feeling somewhat curious and anticipatory about what Nelson was going to say.
That night had actually left Julius Reed feeling guilty.
Firstly, he felt sorry for Quella Radcliffe.
Although he’d been drugged and his cultivation hadn’t recovered, he couldn’t resist the strong drug.
Secondly, he also felt he owed Nelson.
A decent girl from Azure Mountain had been ruined by him like that.
Moreover, Nelson had always been silently supporting him, even risking her life for him.
Julius Reed didn’t want to make excuses, claiming it was a mistake any man could make.
What had happened had happened, and excuses were pointless.
"I..."
Nelson gently placed her right hand on her stomach, lowering her head, "I’m pregnant."
