Chapter 37: The Openly Acknowledged Fiancée

Si Yao lowered her gaze, studying him for a while. "Xing Jue, do you know why I've gone to such lengths to prevent you from marrying Xing A'ni?"
Xing Jue said nothing, but the derisive laugh he gave made it clear that he knew.
Si Yao wanted to speak.
The child with the heartbeat is not only mine, but also yours.
If not for Xing A'ni...
...
Luo Hu asked, "What do you think? Do you feel that the Master Immortal is trustworthy, that his words can be believed?"
However, not only would it take a tremendous amount of time, but when they finally arrived at the so-called home, there might be even more rules awaiting them.
"Yue Bin, I know you don’t want to leave SQE and you have bonds with everyone here, but remember, we’re all working here, and really, we have very little room to make our own choices. This isn’t home, where parents consult you and care about your feelings. The company wants execution."
"Damn, Yue Bin, why are you coming home so late?" Da Wei opened the door for me and said.
Xu Mu felt a pang in his chest, bitterly lifting his head, only to realize that the snowflakes above seemed to be gradually ceasing.
"Zhou Ke’s gone to Xinhai. You could invite him into Meng Jinda as well," I asked, puzzled.
He’d originally thought the other side had kidnapped Sakurai Ai as a hostage, breaking the rules of the supernatural world, which was why he brought a real blade—preparing for the worst.
Suddenly, they descended upon the Yin Shang camp, immediately causing another wave of panic among the Yin Shang army.
Because the mid-tier spiritual talisman in the opponent’s hand wasn’t made from talisman paper, but from the pelt of a beast. The cost of making it this way is much higher; beast pelts in the market are expensive, even the lowest grade ones.
That gentle smile was polite, almost formulaic, as if it would never change no matter what happened.
A pair of grey birds sang not far away, their song brimming with happiness. "Do you see the clump of saxaul where the birds landed?" I pointed and asked.
Among the administrators were two teachers, one noted as Teacher Chen, the other as Teacher Su. Teacher Chen often spoke, while Teacher Su remained silent.
The background in the video looked like a desert steppe, vast and desolate, with no man-made structures in sight.
Summer thought the same, for at this moment the blue team had penetrated deep into the enemy’s jungle encirclement; if they tried to retreat while disadvantaged, the enemy would crush them in one fell swoop, since this was precisely FOG’s terrain advantage for battle.
Meng Nuo had just entered the bedroom, not even had time to close the door, when Nian Hui suddenly grabbed his arm, spun him around and pinned him against the door, slamming it shut with a bang.
Though she didn’t understand the situation, her fearless nature prevailed; she opened the door, dressed in loose driver’s clothes, and strode into the courtyard alone with two axes in hand.
The Divine Needle was clearing Lu Xi’s blood clots. What kind of blood does Lu Xi have? So young, and already suffering from clots—how unusual.
The morning was windless, thin clouds covered the sky. When we reached the five-kilometer toll station, the weather was pleasant, but at eight kilometers, the clouds split and sunlight poured through, the day grew hot. "I wish I’d brought my sun hat," my son said regretfully.
The assassin twisted the blade, an eerie vortex flowed down the edge and crashed into the bench, splintering it just as Chen Maochuan had shattered the wooden door that day. The exploding wood chips could not stop the deadly weapon from descending straight for the kill.
After finding the right size, Liao Chen brought her a pair of mid-heeled white pumps and some accessories. Pushing the door and stepping into the fitting room, she was suddenly stunned.
She was telling urban legends, and the others played along, pretending to be frightened, but only An Li seemed lost in her own world, silent and withdrawn.