Chapter 53

Everything discussed at the dinner table was fully taken in by Ye Qiao. Her father had been right after all; the vicious nature of certain people does not change simply because they have moved to another country or changed their nationality.

"I mean, you actually dared to give all your assets to my sister. If she divorces you, you'll become a pauper," Situ Xian said with a solemn expression, though his eyes carried a teasing glint.

He gently pulled her hand out from under the blanket, picked up the ring from the bedside table, kissed it gently on her ring finger, and then solemnly placed it on her finger.

At that moment, the sound of ceremonial cannons echoed through the air, and a massive crowd of citizens surged toward the central plaza of the royal city. Els란 and Angilia held each other's hands tightly, barely managing not to be separated in the rushing tide of people.

In the pitch-black night sky, streak after streak of dazzling light shot upward. In an instant, those streaks of light burst open—golden, silver, red, green—scattering brilliant blossoms of gold, a breathtaking and colorful spectacle.

After all, along many remote side roads, there truly were not many vehicles after eight o'clock in the evening, let alone pedestrians.

She sat by the kitchen counter, pouring herself a glass of water and sipping it leisurely. She rarely drank alcohol, and she knew very well that her tolerance and behavior when drunk were both abysmal.

"Me?" Xie Zixuan racked her brains, blinking her long eyelashes repeatedly as she wore a puzzled look.

"Just your man, but don't go playing with your own health like that!" Xu Rufei patted him on the shoulder and said.

Therefore, the duration would not be short, and the stricter the production line, the longer the process took.

No wonder He Wan'er possessed such an unyielding disposition; it turned out she had such a reckless and unruly younger brother at home. If the eldest sister's temperament wasn't tough enough, how could she possibly have held this family together?

Liu Ruyi also walked down from upstairs, and upon seeing Zhou Jinyan in such a state, a trace of a shy flush appeared on her face, though it was overshadowed by a deep sense of concern.

Because of this, it drew a succession of surprised and curious glances from other students passing by in the corridor.

She was Mu Xinyao. Hearing from Bai Qianhui that she belonged to the Imperial Uncle's estate, she naturally thought of her own biological mother.

Consort Jiang had a peculiar habit: whenever she became intoxicated, she would proudly boast about all the despicable schemes she had used to win favor.

The bizarre environment of the Blood Slaughter Demon Mountain prevented various treasure ships from flying smoothly through the upper air. However, on the ground, the functions of the treasure ships remained largely unaffected. Even so, the Demon-Slaying Army did not choose to camp inside the warships; as usual, they opted to pitch their tents on the solid ground.

Instead of heading straight to bed, he made a trip up to the city wall to inspect the situation of the Tibetans outside.

He was the God of War on the battlefield; if he cast aside all restraint and gambled recklessly, he could certainly defeat Shen Jiang.

Hearing Gao Xuan's voice, Huangfu Qingying, who had been sitting quietly behind him watching the spectacle, finally stood up. It was only then that Huangfu Qingying's figure came into view within Deputy Commander Zheng's line of sight.

"Master, isn't this gift of yours a bit too perfunctory... This peach wood sword might do if you want me to play tricks and fool people, but can this thing actually handle real danger?" Li Qingchen said.

"As master has been in seclusion for five years, my discipline over you has also slackened somewhat. The Eye of Demonic Illusion technique I passed on to you last time—how many levels have you practiced to?" Huang Xie asked casually, as if it were a matter of little consequence.

"This subordinate understands! This subordinate obeys!" Zhong Cheng, the personal bodyguard, stepped forward and replied respectfully.

The military strategist anxiously interrupted Murong Haoxuan. However, he had barely uttered a few words before Su Lei unceremoniously interrupted him in turn.

"Didn't Qingqing find out anyway?" Gao Modhan said with a wronged expression, not caring in the slightest whether his image in the minds of his subordinates would be compromised.

"Throw out two, with an interval of about one minute between them. Leave the rest to me; don't open fire until I give the order," Xiao Ming said with confidence.

After discussing a bit more, deliberating on where to search for treasures upon entering, how to deal with various people they might encounter, how to preserve spiritual herbs, and what mindset to maintain during combat, they still hadn't mentioned the events of that morning.

"When the Flame Butcher achieved fame and success, he was arrogant! He was overbearing! He looked down upon everyone, and in the end, he crossed paths with your father, who was completely obscure at the time..." After a brief observation of Li Yiduo's expression, the towering figure knew that the young man had recalled the tale of the 'Flame Butcher'.

"Bang!" With a muffled thud, Xiao Ming remained completely unharmed, while Brother Bao was sent flying by one of Xiao Ming's pristine spinning kicks. Without waiting for the other three joint-defense officers to recover their wits, Xiao Ming dropped them all to the ground with a single punch each. Offering a cold, disdainful smirk, Xiao Ming walked up to the door of Room 510 and knocked.

Changning bowed to him, and Liu Changyuan quickly returned the courtesy, though his expression remained somewhat aloof.

The remaining individuals were, without exception, Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Outside, these people were all figures commanding deep respect.

He was merely enjoying what little rest time he had left before growing impatient with the company, figuring it wouldn't be long before he joined the ranks of those "voluntarily working overtime."

Upon returning home this time, he had purposely crafted a Hexdrinker specifically to shield himself against the singer's ultimate ability at a critical moment.

"Nonsense!" Datora not only spoke, but its body had also become soft and pliable. Mao Doumao extended an index finger and poked its pale skin; it was soft and warm.

Beyond the high-energy particle layer lay the shield's own deflection field, which served as the primary protective function of the shield.

A massive black owl-eagle blocked the sky as it flew toward them. Crossing a distance of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, it soared straight over the forest and landed on the flattened reed marshes. Its pitch-black eyes instantly locked onto the colossal creature that looked as though it had been cleaved in two by sword qi.

Her hair neatly combed and makeup applied, the hour was no longer early. Under the ministration of maidservants like Lianqiao, Xu Yinyin donned the wedding gown she had personally designed, which embroidery artisans had spent over half a year meticulously crafting.

Although He Qi was a miserable programmer, he could empathize deeply and felt a profound pride in his motherland. Thus, upon first hearing of this matter, he felt a surge of passion. Yet, a moment later, he calmed down—this was the China of a hundred years ago, a time of imperialist invasions and national destitution, not the straightened-backed New China of later generations.

In this era, electronic technology had not yet reached its most flourishing period; to call it just beginning would be no exaggeration.

Her entire body shook uncontrollably, soaked through with cold sweat. The neurological friction caused by her bones fusing back together brought a particularly excruciating agony.

The next second, Xu Yinyin spotted a peacock-blue square box on a storage shelf within her dimensional space, radiating a distinct aura of high-end elegance.

Therefore, when jade boxes were needed this time, Ye Xiang had Lingling select from the jade stocks that met the quality standards, and then Lingling fashioned them into jade boxes.