Chapter 28

“Why would you say such things? Marrying you means sharing life with you; how could I not believe you?” he replied gently, his hands growing even more tender in their movements.

Curiosity flickered across Dong Ru’s face. Wei Qilang noticed and said, “Let’s go take a look.” Leading her slowly toward the bulletin board, he guided her steps.

“Ahem, this is my fourth cousin, Bai Yongzu,” Ruixue interrupted their gaze with a frown, turning to Shen Fengnian.

How could Fu Xuan fail to grasp Qu Ning’s insinuations? She was clearly after his wealth, flattering him out of necessity, with not a shred of sincerity.

They all witnessed clearly how Master Li Taiqing of Qingya Fudi had tossed a jade bottle into Nanxiao’s hands.

The man in the black robe appeared indifferent to the silver-masked figure’s attacks. Suddenly, a vivid, fiery red lion’s head manifested on him. The head merged into his spear, instantly igniting it in flames, and with a fierce thrust, he lunged forward.

Cheng Jiao’s eyes sparkled with a restrained excitement; even the soft blade slung at her side trembled slightly.

Sunday saw heavier foot traffic; the shop was busier, with more customers. His parents were in the clothing business.

No sooner had Shen Congshang spoken than incense was lit. He opened his mouth, speechless. Just as he was gathering himself, the incense was extinguished, twisting his expression instantly.

Before leaving, he had let go of everything. The capital city no longer held any place for him to cling to. Without looking back, he quietly urged the carriage along the official road, fading into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the unscrupulous player had already calculated the damage. Boss Afei took the combined blows of the brave warrior and the hero, losing only 76 HP. With his own health at 180 HP, he could certainly withstand the warrior’s triple punch.

Heli smiled brightly and raised a hand; suddenly, a large black hand shot up from the ground, grasping the second prince’s waist and slowly dragging him underground.

Wang Wei and Illidan, Aga’s companion, had rested for a long time and were finally beginning to recover.

At last, a system notification announced that the neighboring village, Hubaocun, had been upgraded to a medium-sized settlement.

After Yuan Futong arranged trivial matters for Wang Xin and the others, preparing to enter seclusion, Daoist Tianqiao returned to Zhuyuan Palace accompanied by the Heavenly Mechanism Patriarch and two others. After handing over these elders to the steward responsible for ascendant cultivators, Daoist Tianqiao flew directly toward the core of Zhuyuan Palace—the Zhuyuan Heaven Hall.

Faced with Yang Xiwen’s relentless words, Huang Zicong was speechless. His broad chest heaved sharply, his excess flesh trembling. His face flushed deep red as he glanced around, noticing everyone’s mocking and disdainful stares.

Many great cultivators, harboring a trace of regret in their hearts, would perish and dissipate into dust at the final tribulation.

Completely unaware that Qi Zhen had thought so far ahead, Hua Ruchu’s sidelong glance caught her improved expression, easing her own worries.

Yang Xiwen turned back with a puzzled, slightly shy look at Han Feng, yet did not ask why he had acted as he did.

At this thought, Xiao Tianjian became restless. That foolish son thought being an undercover agent was easy? Never mind the long-standing feud between the Xiao and Heda families; just the sons raised by the Heda family were hardly trustworthy. If the truth were discovered, An Long would be in grave danger.

Without a dominant navy, how could one serve as the world’s policeman? And without that role, how could one collect taxes from every corner of the globe? Thus, seigniorage was also known as a protection fee.

Yet to destroy this sword embryo, the demon clan was willing to pay any price, even risking a war between the two races once more.

Any sect mission was assigned to one or several disciples, who were to complete the task alone or collectively. Refusal or disobedience was not allowed until the mission was done.

Through observation and sensing, Shu Xiaofeng learned that Long Hao’s strength had reached the first realm of the Primordial Palace.

Meanwhile, her eyes showed no whites—only red, her mouth twisted into a terrifying snarl revealing sharp, even fangs. This figure bore no resemblance to Ellie’s mother.

The day after tomorrow, VN would host the last spring qualifier match for the playoffs. The NPC team and two ancient top-four teams would once again clash—what sparks would fly? I truly looked forward to it.

Originally, everyone believed this slash and strike would pierce Hua Tuo’s body outright. Yet what followed utterly shattered these desperadoes’ worldview.

“Who decides, you or me? You have no achievements to show. Since you’re injured, let someone else take your place,” An Yufeng glanced coldly at Ji Lingchao, then turned back to his esports chair to continue solo queue.

“You don’t need to deny it. You know well that even if you aren’t the culprit, you’ll be treated as one—especially since you are,” Ye Gozhou continued.

Nothing scares me more than serious people. When a bank receptionist took things seriously, he actually found a problem. The receptionist reported it to his boss, Henry, and Jamie was doomed.

Li Er acted without hesitation. After sending Jenny away, he headed straight to the jewelry store. Just as he explained his intentions to the designer, a voice tinged with surprise sounded nearby.

Tang Jin lay pretending to be dead on the rescue bed, moved by Chen Bingwen’s concern for his safety. At that moment, he was rushed into the emergency center, while outside, Chen Bingwen’s sobs echoed.

“Just now, Xie Yuming called me, saying Old Zheng planned to intercept him at the SZ highway exit, intending to keep him forever in SZ, hoping our army would go and bolster their courage,” Chen Xiaodong relayed my request to Shang Quanyi.

“Is this a big problem?” Chai Jiayin asked after a long pause.

The porters all answered no. Zhao Mingying felt a twinge of disappointment and scanned the convoy. Since it was the return trip, the contraband had been handed over to its owner, leaving only about twenty mules and horses in the convoy.