Volume One, Chapter 21: After All This, She Still Refuses to Marry Him

It would be pointless for her to escape alone; if she were to flee, she would take everyone with her and stir the entire pond into chaos.

Perhaps it was because the administrative building for the senior leadership was close to Canteen No. 1 that the chefs assigned there were of a higher caliber.

Just as the military department was in a state of frantic disarray, having lost their target when Wuyue sped away in a shuttle cloaked in the Dark Order, this comment was made. Many of the guests present who had attended the previous banquet could not help but scoff aloud. Although they felt that Lu Ningwan had just displayed extraordinary confidence, this was a matter of life and death, not a trivial affair.

He had already placed that family under control to ensure they would never appear before Miaomiao again.

When the countdown finally ended, he thought he had arrived in the apocalypse, only to realize he was in 1950s Beijing.

After much nagging and prodding from Ling Yan, Huo Jinyu finally shut down his computer to attend the gathering he had promised to go to days ago.

Exhausted from the journey, Lu Ningwan took the medicinal pill that the divine doctor Yi had specially prepared for her before she left, then lay down on the bed and drifted into a heavy, drowsy sleep.

Xie Yuan lifted Su Miaomiao onto the carriage and laid down soft cushions, checking to ensure she was comfortable before signaling Uncle Zhong to drive.

Ignoring the pleas, threats, and entreaties of the fellow disciples waiting in line, Sun Buxi sternly ordered Qin Mengyao to log off immediately and return to rest.

She had intended to throw a tantrum and let out a roar of frustration, but reason eventually prevailed, and she adopted a tactic of overcoming hardness with softness.

Feng Tingting had her own post to defend; she repelled the attack on the left, but the enemy immediately shifted to another ridge. Unable to guard both sides, she had no choice but to abandon resistance and throw herself wholeheartedly into the battle above.

The gaze of the Lotus Holy Saint turned toward Zheng Chen. The look seemed to be one of blame and reprimand, and upon meeting those eyes, Zheng Chen’s heart sank heavily.

After all, there were precedents. In the endless river of history, there had been powerful individuals who fought through adversity and questioned the order of the Heavenly Palace, becoming the backbone of free thought. Such situations grieved the Heavenly Palace, and it did not wish to see them recur.

Li He sent them to "invite" the various high-ranking officials in the city, such as those from the Ministry of Revenue, who managed the finances.

He held her supple, delicate body tightly, his hands wandering upward to grasp the lofty peaks upon her chest.

"That is good! I have sworn an oath that within five years, I will graze my horses west of the river. The Xiongnu will no longer have the opportunity to invade the east," Liu Fan declared with unwavering determination.

A soft moan escaped her, enough to make Sun Qian’s bones go numb. He moved with even greater vigor, wishing to pour all his strength into the act, relishing the intimacy of their union. Infected by his intensity, the delicate body beneath him wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

In the past, power was condensed within space. Today, Qin Yu integrated his own Dao and rules into space, making the current quagmire—formed of Dao and rules—even more formidable.

Qin Zhenghuang shook his head helplessly, feeling that Zhang Qing and the others' attitudes at the banquet had provoked her. Understanding He Man’s current mood, he did not overthink it and let her cry in his arms, thinking that once she had vented enough, she would be fine.

Amidst the flying debris of brick and stone, Ye Long felt a chill in his heart. No longer able to care for anything else, he turned back, hoisted Qian Zexi onto his shoulders, and ran toward the distance to avoid the shrapnel from the collapsing building.

Qi Yueran was momentarily speechless. She had never even considered marriage, let alone having children. How could she make such a decision about something she had never thought of?

"Catch her!" Fu Qingjue shouted. He lunged forward, his left hand casting out a streak of cold light that sliced through the rope holding Su Yaxi, causing her to fall immediately.

Upon reflection, Shen Yuan felt it was unlikely. Blood oaths were based on the laws of the universe, and those lingering spiritual wills were at most the mental power of a legendary warlock. No matter how strong a legendary warlock might be, there was no record of them being able to tamper with the laws, let alone a deceased one.

Thus, it could be judged that this cultivation knowledge was undoubtedly fabricated by Hu You himself.

For this reason, Nangong Liuli felt deeply conflicted. On one hand was the healthy growth of her child, and on the other, her desire to maintain her beautiful figure.

He stepped toward Yang Ye, his deep eyes lowered with a cold, dangerous glint. He suddenly reached out, swept her up, and then cupped her face in his palm.

The members of the Tianyuan Sect also nodded with smiles, chatting pleasantly with the group as they headed inside.

It was a ghost that had just emerged from the Underworld, possessing only the cultivation of a ghost soldier; his name was "Luo Yan."

In the image-recording talisman, the Cold Moon Fairy wielded her long sword against the sky, wantonly slaughtering the subordinates of the True Ancestor of the Four Seas who were surrounding her. At the final moment, she seemed to produce a bronze mirror, and with its aid, she killed all those who had besieged her and escaped.

Jia Qing did not speak, merely watching her with his eyes. On his slightly pale face, his gaze was upright and his attitude clear.

"What are you doing?" Ye Junyao was startled and tried to struggle out of the man’s strong arms.

Su Mo’s aged face was as dark as a storm cloud, almost dripping with gloom. Seeing Chen Teng was like seeing a ghost; his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Originally, all affairs on the official ship were managed by the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and the conference hall should have been located on the third floor. But ever since Jia Qing designated the third floor as a "restricted area," he had no choice but to set up the conference hall in the tea room on the first floor.

If these hundred-odd Tang family death warriors were to be wiped out, it would be an unbearable weight for the Tang family.

Boiling water poured down from the top layer of roasted meat, mixing with the rendered fat and savory juices as it seeped downward. As the scalding water met the hot meat, an indescribable fragrance filled the air, accompanied by the endless, sizzling sound of cooking.

Bei Xingchen thought for a moment and suddenly said, "No, there is one other option: to be absorbed by me." Bei Xingchen spoke, ignoring the furrowed brows of Qian Erming and the astonishment of the masked man.

If he could swallow this material alone, he would gain at least seventy or eighty thousand gold coins, just as he had with the Tyrant Dragon.

The so-called "Luong Phor Kuman Thong" refers to Kuman Thong crafted by temple monks. These are also known among the common folk as "Golden Boys" or "Buddha Boys." Because such Kuman Thong possess weak magical power, the worshippers primarily pray to them for the safety of their homes and good health.

Seeing the ferocity of his opponent's claw strike, he dared not meet it head-on and quickly executed the "Ghost God Howl" technique personally taught to him by Zhang Tianduo to dodge away.