Volume 1, Chapter 69: Getting Married, Being Joyful

"Han Xin, Han Xin!" Zhao Tianqian watched as Han Xin went mad again, and finally had people drag him away.

I simply could not believe my ears; this was far more unbelievable than pies falling from the sky.

Gu Luo inwardly retorted, but on the surface, he dared not utter a single half-word, nor did he even have the courage to raise his head.

Thus, Liu Fan and Su Ling went out and mounted their horses. When Wang Li asked, they lied, saying they were taking Su Ling to see Lu Zhi so that Lu Zhi could deal with him. Liu Fan warned Wang Li that this matter was confidential and must not be spread. Wang Li agreed.

Dugu Shuqin stared in astonishment at the intensely furious Lin Peng; she had not expected him to be so angry.

As the black mist spoke, it raised its right hand toward Captain Roger. Captain Roger felt the hovercraft beneath his feet jolt. Caught off guard, he staggered and nearly fell off the craft, fortunately steadying himself in the nick of time.

Lin Feng's figure trembled and vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already hovering above Zhuge Xiuyuh's head, the tips of his fingers wreathed in a clear radiance, as if capable of obliterating all bonds of karma.

Huang Wan and Dong Fu had just been wryly smiling, but upon hearing this, expressions of cunning success immediately bloomed on their faces. Losing their official salaries was hardly a major matter; successfully handling the land enclosure and development project was the absolute top priority.

Sure enough, about three squads of men were lying in ambush around five meters ahead. Although they were not using live ammunition, being hit meant facing punishment after the exercise. Fortunately, by the end of this battle, no one was "injured."

Xu Feiqiong: "My Lord, round and round we go, how did you manage to loop me back into this? Didn't I tell you last time that between us we only discuss poetry and literature, never romance? If you insist on acting this way, sir, I shall find myself in a difficult position."

However, the very next moment, his lips began to tremble as he saw that the man in black who had been hiding behind him all along had already sensed the danger and fled without a trace.

"The Conception Vessel is damaged, but fortunately the elixir field is unharmed." Situ Xuan slowly opened his eyes, let out a breath, and said with a relaxed tone.

"The Lander family goes without saying—old acquaintances. We still have unsettled grievances between us," he said softly.

Meanwhile, back in Shuangtougou Village, Huizi called twice, but both calls were disconnected. He couldn't help feeling somewhat puzzled. Lin Yicheng had just instructed him to promptly report back once the news was confirmed; why was he suddenly refusing to answer calls now?

Sophie did not answer, falling into deep contemplation. She recalled Fan Zhao's demeanor during the acupuncture sessions over the past few days, especially his intensely focused and nervous expression when applying needles to her chest, and suddenly a wave of sweetness arose in her heart.

As for Jiang Yiyun, Yuan Chen was temporarily unconcerned. The Master of the Fengyi Qin had returned to Confucianism immediately after the Battle of the "Ten Lords." As the most profound and deep-rooted tradition among the three ancient teachings, Confucianism was not a stronghold that could be conquered overnight; rather, it was a super fortress housing countless powerful figures.

However, Elder Xu was getting on in years. Gradually stepping away from worldly affairs, he had handed the business over to his several sons while residing in Qiantang. Elder Xu had four sons: Xu Song, Xu Dong, Xu Nan, and Xu Zi.

"Going back?" Alan was a little puzzled. "The Winslow home? Or the orphanage where she used to stay?" He didn't know. But since this was her turf, presumably nothing unexpected would happen.

Qitian City had very few garrison troops; to fight a head-on war of attrition in numbers offered zero possibility of victory.

Inside the drill ground, the recording officer was sweating profusely. After an hour and a half, it was finally drawing to a close. Mealtime had long passed, and everyone was running on empty stomachs; at this moment, anyone who dared utter an extra word would likely be glared to death by Zhang Ruming's furious eye-rolls.

"Didn't I say it just now? She was in a good mood, and I happen to be quite handsome. Hehe, so Morgana let me go. As for Volibear, I have no idea." Liu Sanliang did not want to dwell on this question, because even he himself did not understand why Morgana had shown mercy and uttered those words.

"Stop!" Before the words faded, a cyan sword flew out, striking the man's hand, causing Ao Mogong to drop from his grip.

"Doctor Wang, there's no need for that." Wu Jie's voice and tone remained entirely flat, placid to an infuriating degree.

For so many years, the Demon Realm had been without a master, with various factions locked in endless open and covert struggles. The entire realm was foul with smoke and dust, leaving the populace in utter misery.

"If you let us leave, we can give you all the money we have on us!" Lin Yue immediately said.

Seeing the explosive atmosphere, Mei'er smiled faintly, finding nothing particularly extraordinary about the situation, as she was already accustomed to this feeling of being surrounded and adored by fans.

Chen Mulin's gaze grew even dimmer, but the other party had already staked their claim. No matter how much you liked something, what right did you have to cling onto it stubbornly?

"Yes..." Di Wushang cupped his fists in salute, turning to walk toward his seat, yet his gaze seemed to casually sweep past Yun Weiyang, the faint smile at the corner of his lips gradually rising.

Yingluo looked tenderly at Leng Yun, who was slumped over the desk kissing her arm, then glanced at Leng Yun sleeping and broke into a sweet smile. Nodding in satisfaction, she gently waved her hands in the air, slowly unlocking Leng Yu's dreamscape.

Although Menglu was "mischievous" and liked to tease him, she had never truly harmed him. Therefore, he trusted Menglu and believed these people were the extremist criminals from the powder shop. Yet, Menglu was, after all, a transcendent existence defying logic, and could not be used as tangible "evidence" to be spoken of aloud.

Just as the words fell, a "bang" echoed out as the barrier shattered. A gentle breeze swept by, tree leaves rustled softly, the sunlight lost its harshness, and in an instant, an incomparable coolness washed over the area.

Due to her rather strict upbringing, it was clearly impossible for Liu Die to pull an all-nighter like the other classmates. Thus, she asked Liu Ling, attempting to walk outside together with him to deepen their affection.

Lin Tian shook his head with a sigh, wearing a look of deep regret. Lu Wuneng, however, was frightened out of his wits; with a startled scream, he broke into a frantic run, charging directly toward the churning, boundless sea, intending to jump in and escape.

After passing through the long corridor, Sister Yu arrived in front of a large door, upon which hung a plaque reading "Head of Department Office."

Even not far away, a troop of heavily armored royal guards stood at strict attention, protecting a luxurious, glowing, pearl-adorned soft sedan chair. Clearly, the person seated inside must be of royal lineage.

The surrounding crystals were crystal-clear, but Eileen Luo's mind was not on these expensive gems. She knew her husband's background was extraordinary, and upon suddenly meeting his clansmen, even accustomed as she was to grand scenes, she could not help feeling somewhat flustered, terrified lest her words and actions might go wrong and disgrace her husband.