Volume 1, Chapter 32: Marry the Man Who Killed My Father?

Meigong Xue had indeed never seen Ji Yunchu like this. In her memory, he had always been silent and stubborn, perhaps even a bit haughty. She remembered when he first arrived at the Marquis’s estate; he rarely spoke. When his older brothers would bully him behind their father's back, he never complained, choosing instead to work even harder during his martial arts training.

Under the control of Mephisto, the slime-like mucus began to stir, crawling across the monster’s body while emitting a wet, squelching sound.

"My husband is currently split between two bodies. Most of his consciousness dwells within his avatar as he travels across the heavens, so his true form is naturally a bit neglected. There is no need for you to worry, Sister." Yan Ji leaned against the fox-fur robe, her charming eyes flashing with a hint of concern as she looked at Jiang Cheng.

The two security guards didn't care whether the boat was rented or bought; they simply didn't want it parked there, as it would interfere with other residents fishing the next day.

Dabao possessed an incredible capacity for learning. Mama Baimu taught her only once, and after watching for just a few moments, she tried it herself. The item she wove turned out quite impressive.

Liu Wanche shared all these feelings with Wu Xiaobo. Having started as a machinist and built his career in the industry, Wu Xiaobo deeply understood that kind of pain. Thus, holding that first contract, he felt its immense weight.

However, when something like this happens to you personally, it feels deeply surreal. He could not, by any stretch of the imagination, fathom how the Chinese machine tool manufacturing industry had undergone such a earth-shattering transformation in a mere two years.

Of course, this only applied to ordinary circumstances. It did not account for cases like "my father is Li Gang," nor did it include miracles falling from the sky.

The Three Sages of Mengzhong and the clone of the Dao God, who were watching the battle from within the valley, exchanged glances. They had seen the clash clearly and felt that Zhang Junbao’s strength was overwhelming. His ferocious momentum in battle was truly soul-shaking, especially his audacity to leap into the air and fight the giant dragon despite being unable to fly.

Damn it, could you please stop being so familiar? I’m not close enough to you for that, alright?

Xu Ziling smiled at King Tianzhu, then slowly picked up the diamonds from the box. After feeling each one with his hands for a moment, he had his answer.

"A scumbag like you, bullying a girl and then trying to walk away—I won't do business with you. Look at the state she’s in; how could you have the heart to lay a hand on her? You aren't even a man," the driver scolded.

Yuyinzi’s words were extremely polite and beautifully phrased, yet he hadn't expected that others would not appreciate the sentiment.

He stepped forward and opened the door. The person he had imagined was not there; instead, Meisha stood before him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Qin Chuan knew a little about the fact that Wuchenzi’s mastery of both immortal and demonic arts had been guided by Nanke. As for the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, those had been realized through meditation in the Boundless Heaven. Thus, Nanke’s statement was not incorrect.

The interior was composed of interlocking Dao arrays. Each ring tightened around the next, maintaining a mutual balance, with each array powered by a Bronze Titan acting as the nexus for energy output.

Once Xuan Cheng received his orders and departed, Dongxuzi was left alone once more on Wanghai Cliff. His plain white robes bore no Fuxi hexagram patterns, yet they remained entirely free of dust.

"No, no, the Skeleton Demon Bees eat everything, but the Queen and the larvae can only consume nectar and pollen. The adults, however, will eat anything—animals, plants, and even minerals," Utoman explained.

Ximen Sha immediately unleashed the "Dreamlike Illusion Hand," using the tonfa on his arm to parry the thick, powerful force. His "Dreamlike Illusion Hand" traced the shape of the Yin-Yang void, tearing open the surging wave of condensed air from the bottom left and top right, successfully dissipating the force.

A brief silence fell over the corridor. When everyone finally realized what had happened, they burst into hearty laughter, instantly dispelling the previous gloom and enlivening the atmosphere.