Chapter 65: A Great Prospect for Marathon Running

When Jiang and Xie walked over, they overheard the conversation between Ji and Shen, which piqued their curiosity about the nature of their relationship.

Jiang Yunyao's gaze darted back and forth between the two. "You two knew each other before?"

Recalling how terrified Shen Zhao had looked just moments ago, Ji Shuyao felt a surge of disdain. She turned her head away and flatly denied it, "I'm not close with him at all!"

Of course, she wasn't just saying that to be difficult; it was simply the truth!

Xie Yixing was also somewhat perplexed regarding the relationship between the Shen and Ji families.

A domain that only an eighth-rank esper could sustain—it was already remarkable that Jing Wu had managed to hold on for this long.

Lin Su smiled bitterly inwardly; as expected, this Imperial Concubine Chen was not someone to be trifled with. Perhaps she shouldn't have invited Li Moshan to come along in the first place.

Most of the coconut trees on the island were centuries-old veterans, bearing fruit throughout all four seasons. Spanning over seventy square kilometers of dense coconut groves, the trees stood uniformly upright, pointing straight toward the sky, compelling anyone who passed by to lift their heads in awe.

Within the imperial harem of the Heavenly Poison Kingdom, the Empress held the highest rank, followed by the Imperial Noble Consort, and then the four imperial consorts.

"Third Aunt, please go ahead and speak your mind. We are all family here; is there any need to stand on ceremony?" Luo Lingjin was infuriated by Luo Qingrong's nonchalant attitude, silently cursing the girl for her thick skin, yet wearing a sweet, amicable smile as she made small talk with Mrs. Jiang.

Su Che moved his lips, wanting to say something more, but stopped himself with a bitter gulp after catching a warning glance from Bilian, obediently holding his tongue.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and soon the day of Ah Fu's *zhuazhou* ceremony arrived, filling the Fuliu Hall with a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Startled, she hurriedly lowered her gaze to look at the silver ingot in her hand. She bit down hard on it, leaving a distinct tooth mark in the metal, and only then realized she had truly crossed paths with a noble benefactor.

She let out a light chuckle, carrying a rather cunning undertone. Chu Luoxi stroked her chin, looking at the Great God Xiao and feeling, for once, that he truly was her boyfriend rather than an eternal, unbridgeable distance between them.

"Send them to Somalia by helicopter. Tell the Japanese that we have no diplomatic relations with them and cannot provide assistance!" Finally given the chance for revenge, Chang Lin showed no mercy in having them shipped away, though the cargo on board had to remain.

"Why are you here?" After working for half the day, Mao Rui finally laid down his forging hammer and asked Shui Pingxian.

Such lucrative and rewarding tasks had always been reserved for them; when had it ever been anyone else's turn? Seeing everyone on the plane treating Chen Haosan like their saviors made their blood boil with resentment.

When Ling Dong descended onto the high platform, the underworld officials gathered below erupted into an immediate uproar at the sight of him.

Chen Hao's stunt wasn't just begging for legal punishment; by inserting himself into the fray just as Ding Shenghao was trying to crush the Guo family, he was essentially slapping Ding in the face in broad daylight. Given the young master's notoriously vengeful nature, he would undoubtedly ensure Chen Hao didn't live past midnight tonight.

Yet, contrary to her expectations, the tongue that had ensnared hers showed no intention of retreating. Instead, it pressed the attack further, relentlessly chasing her sweet tongue. Despite her desperate attempts to dodge, she ultimately could not escape his pursuit.

High above, the myriad gods looked down with condescension upon the mortal world. Although the human cultivators of the Heavenly Demoniac Sea all tilted their heads, staring wide-eyed toward the firmament, they could only make out the halos of light surrounding the deities, catching vague outlines of their forms while their true faces remained obscured.

Colonel Monka's body was also riddled with bullet holes, covered in battle scars. He lowered his axe, and a pile of spent bullet shells cascaded to the ground with a crisp, rattling sound, echoing in the quiet air.

"Hah! I told you to listen, but you wouldn't. If you had just pulled that red cord, we wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state," Chen Hao said, glaring at her a few times before reaching down to pull Zhao Wenya's dress back into place.

Meanwhile, Xun'er had blossomed into the most beautiful woman in the world, naturally becoming a living miracle in people's hearts. Young, stunningly attractive, fluent in multiple languages, she was also a doctoral candidate at the University of Science and Technology.

Taken aback, Xun'er cried out in alarm, "Brother Dong, what's wrong with you?" She put down her bowl, hurried over to check on him, and stood there momentarily at a loss for what to do.