Chapter 37: Strike Back
An arranged marriage? Zuo Yelin is entering an arranged marriage?
Stepping out of the elevator, Shi Ran heard Zuo Jiaqi’s words and froze. The haze of intoxication in her eyes cleared instantly. She, who had still been clinging to a shred of hope, felt as though the sky were collapsing upon learning this news. Zuo Yelin had never mentioned a word of this to her.
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In that instant, Mo He clearly sensed that the space, which had previously been somewhat anchored, underwent an immediate shift. Evidently, the individual had torn through the fabric of space to escape.
She had not yet begun formal cultivation of soul arts, nor did she possess her own pulse gates or the ability to wield soul power, but when it came to such reserves, the more the better.
"Do not fear, everyone. I possess a precious mirror that can reveal those who are invisible," said the Fox King. As he spoke, a round bronze mirror appeared out of thin air in his hand, appearing perfectly ordinary.
Her intensity was such that not only were men terrified upon seeing it, but even those around her found it difficult to endure.
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He had been in a foul mood, his rage surging, and he had hoped to numb himself with alcohol, yet the more he drank, the more wretched he felt.
Now, Li Yuanbai was inexplicably living with Mo Yi, which only fueled Mo Yi’s hatred for him, yet left him with no way to retaliate.
Having said this, Mo Yuan conjured a dark, ink-like aura from his palm and abruptly gripped my hand. The energy was turbulent, instantly invading my body; my primordial spirit felt a sudden, tearing agony, as if pierced to the bone.
After giving a few more instructions—reminding them to stay safe, travel in groups, not wander off, and return to gather at the foot of the mountain at three in the afternoon—he let them go.
Chu Xuan recognized this grand hall; it was the Yan’en Hall, where the Emperor of the Zhou Kingdom received important ministers and foreign envoys. When he was still the Crown Prince, he had visited this place with his father, the Emperor.
Upon hearing such an absurd imperial decree, everyone was left in shock. What was happening? Why had things turned out this way? Had the city of Guangzong not already been captured?
He knew he could not lose this job; if he were blacklisted by the entertainment industry, he would have no place left to stand.
Mu Lianzhi let out a few cunning chuckles, loosened his limbs, and with a swallow-like somersault, flipped through the tall, gold-threaded gate.
In the front row, Li Shouyi and the Old Madman beamed with joy like chrysanthemums at their disciple’s victory, while the Third Elder beside them wore a face as dark as a thunderstorm.
Unfortunately, his little tricks were laid bare by Chen Ning’s Demon Eyes; Chen Ning had already grasped his entire conspiracy.
Hearing these two sentences, not only Xun Yu but even Guo Jia looked at Sun Ce in astonishment. This fellow—was Guo Jia actually among his targets?
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Ye Feng even felt that with Lin Qianrou’s perfect figure, it was a waste for her not to be a model.
Originally, she had expected Ye Feng to be angry, but to her surprise, he remained calm, a faint smile still lingering on his face.
Liu Xin assumed a defensive posture, though she did not shift into human form. In her eyes, this man was merely somewhat dangerous, but not to the extent that she needed to use her full strength—a conclusion drawn, at least, from the attire of this bird-keeper.
"You... you must not be so arrogant!" Young Master Zhang was trembling with rage, yet how could he dare to act out now?
Li Qingfeng hurriedly searched his mind for the cultivation method of the Spiritual Lion’s Roar, then followed the mental pathways described to begin practicing the third roar.
"Since you have no identification, please come with me; I need to verify your identity," Milia said coldly.
By the roadside, there indeed stood an old residence. Its blue bricks and green tiles were mottled with age, and the two red-lacquered gates, weathered by centuries, had long since rotted away. At the entrance sat two stone lions with five-swirl manes; having been touched by countless people over the years, their outlines had long since faded away.