Volume One, Chapter 32: I Will Not Marry!

"Yes, yes, yes, it was indeed my oversight to have failed to consult with all of you," the envoy from Qi said with a smile, pleading for indulgence.

Zhang Yiming pushed the door open, and the scene before him suddenly widened. The vast room was filled with various gaming tables, where all sorts of gambling games were in progress.

As it turned out, Ye Zheng would have been better off remaining silent; the moment he spoke, the room fell into immediate silence. This was followed by the boisterous laughter of the Dragon of Yan Sha and the crisp, clear laughter of the Phoenix.

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The match between Germany and France followed. The German juggernaut secured the only goal of the game when Hummels headed the ball into the French net from a free-kick opportunity. Germany thus became the second team to enter the semi-finals, where their opponent would be the host nation, Brazil.

Seeing that Xue'er was unharmed, Ye Zheng finally let go of the worry in his heart. The Dimensional Mirage was an enormous drain on him; using it for such a long time could easily lead to unforeseen accidents.

Seeming to guess what the warrior was thinking, San Huo offered a faint smile and turned his head once more to look at the Heavenly Crystal Wilderness. The smile lacked its former bravado but held a greater sense of realization and wisdom.

Now that Qing Ming had revealed everything today, he finally understood that he could no longer continue to deceive himself. He had to accept reality and do something for Tan Yu.

"I do not know what mistakes I have committed; I beg you to enlighten me, Young Master!" Xiang Xuan sobbed, his acting skills having improved significantly.

Their objective at this moment was clear: to stay far away from the Blade Master of Huaxia and attempt to carve a bloody path out through another exit.

The summer days were always infinitely long. Only after a long while did the moon slowly rise from the east. The deep blue night sky was studded with stars that twinkled like scattered diamonds. A breeze swept by, and the large lotus leaves in the pond stretched out like umbrellas, while the tender pink lotus flowers bloomed, elegant and captivating.

Zhao Zixian was taken aback, then gave Wang Luodan, who was behind him, a look of gratitude before giving chase.

At twilight, the setting sun slowly descended, weaving the sky into a tapestry of brocade. A breeze brought a hint of coolness, signaling that summer was coming to an end, and the muggy, restless air had completely receded.

Seeing him like that, Lin Lengyu felt both annoyed and amused. Lowering her face, which was slightly flushed with red, she took the initiative to remove her coat, leaving only her bikini, and snuggled into his arms.

In front of the pavilion, spring chases away the red blossoms, and the dance lingers on. The drizzle is fine and misty, never allowing my brows to unfurl even for a moment. By the green window, it is cold and quiet; the sweet sounds have ceased, and the incense seal has turned to ash. What can I do about these feelings? I wish to sleep, drifting vaguely into dreams.

Zhao Zixian utilized the True Qi of the God of Cooks; switching a card was as easy as turning over his hand. However, how could Brother Huan know this? He simply regarded Zhao Zixian as a master with superb gambling skills.

The misty rain remained unclear. The Xuan father and son held high prestige in Lin'an and were favorites in the eyes of the Emperor. Since the Court Official had a personal friendship with Lord Xuan, shouldn't he be clinging tightly to this powerful tree instead of turning around to frame them?

Some bored saint had interfered with history. Yes, mythology no longer existed, but a fundamental setting remained.

Qin Qiong held his golden mace in one hand, still looking utterly indifferent. To these spider demons, he appeared completely disdainful.

"Hmph! You speak lightly. How could the State of Cheng alone bear the consumption brought about by war?" the Left Minister, Liang Jie, retorted.

In Yuan Siyu’s mind, the scene of that person with two blades plunged into his heart seemed to surface. Song Min was someone who made one want to vomit blood.

Liao Hua deflected Zhou Tai’s great blade and retreated a few steps, his expression somewhat unnatural. It turned out that Zhou Tai and his men had thought the person on the flagship was the young general, Guan Ping.

Mo Yun could imagine how miserable Rong Yue felt, given that Lu Nanqi had not attended such an occasion today.

"You already have such a large mountain stronghold; do you still care about the placement of these thousand-plus people?" Rao Rao retorted.

The revived crocodile, restored to his peak state, began the process of being completely crushed once more, and now, he didn't even have his previous wounds.

The fragrance grew stronger, even masking the scent of other flowers and plants. Consort Rong was very sensitive to this and knew exactly where the floral scent originated. Yet, unwilling to give up her intimacy with Yu Mingji, she could only force herself to endure it.

Yu Fei, unaware that his behavior had seriously affected the psychological growth of a teenager, was currently buried in Zhuge Subai's bosom, enjoying that touch of tenderness.

Murong Lin’s status was now that of an Emperor, and he could absolutely no longer be as willful as before. Feng Xiaoyue, watching his expression from the side, knew he was likely looking for some excuse to put off today's meeting, so she couldn't help but offer a few words of comfort.

Financing was the bride price, and she had foolishly come knocking on the door, attempting to find a glimmer of room for maneuver.

Murong Yu lowered his eyes, his hands caressing a piece of jade that had been played with until it was extremely smooth. It seemed he had some plans in mind, though he was not yet certain.

Yet, for the sake of True Lord Hong Ling’s reputation, he could not say anything. The breath was stuck firmly in his chest, neither going up nor down, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.