Chapter 43

Dressed in a blue suit, he offered his arm to his wife. As he watched her slip her hand into his, revealing the wedding ring he had given her on her ring finger, everything looked both comfortably fitting and dazzlingly bright. With this thought, he puffed out his chest even more proudly as they walked inside.

As for Xie Qi and Fan Ba, their dynamic was quite interesting. Xie Qi was right; these two were simply born teammates.

Well, considering this counted as a compliment, she would mercifully forgive his perverted behavior, Song Kexin thought to herself, her face already flushed red.

She seemed to have a premonition that Gu Feng, acting as the game's officiant, might be the prophet, so she was warning Gu Feng that he could not just lay low without revealing his role—he had to claim it.

"It is merely my duty," Zhang Tian replied respectfully. They hailed from the Yingchuan Zhang clan, and currently, Zhang Mo held the reins of government. If he were to ascend to the ultimate throne in the future, their contributions would be akin to supporting a founding emperor. It was a matter of shared glory and shared ruin.

Yet, she had no other choice at the time. Given the Empress's critical condition, if the poison could not be neutralized in time, she would likely have perished right here in this deep palace that devoured people without spitting out their bones.

The moonlight was tender and lingering, and the landscape resembled an ink wash painting. Gu Qianyu took Xia Jinghe by the hand, strolling along the street and stopping every now and then. It was as quiet and beautiful as a wet-ink traditional Chinese scroll.

Xia Jinghe had never been able to hold her liquor well. After just two cups, she was already slightly intoxicated, but she simply couldn't resist how sweet the wine tasted.

Yet he felt a sense of regret; Gu Feng had not obtained the police badge, and since this setup lacked a bodyguard, if the wolves decided to target Gu Feng for a nighttime kill, he wouldn't even be able to report his investigation results.

The stage slowly rose, and the representatives from Solfi delivered their welcoming remarks while the banquet hall fell into a hushed silence.

Hearing this, Lin Liang was momentarily stunned, and the surrounding diners were also taken aback before breaking into even more animated discussions. By the time Lin Liang snapped out of his daze, he discovered that the lean man had already vanished into the crowd without a trace.

Han Ke decided to make a trip to the temple twenty kilometers away to see if he could uncover any clues. Upon learning of this, Zheng Qing immediately insisted on accompanying him.

"Forget it, forget it, whatever nonsense this is. However, tonight you must return with me so that I have a proper explanation to give," Su Qi said.

Bai Rui did not speak, but her gaze gave silent assent, and her current posture was indeed rather awkward.

"Lu Ya, meet your doom! The Ancestor of the Ten is mine, Holy Mother!" Our Lady of the Golden Spirit cried out in wild jubilation, summoning the Trap-Immortal Sword.

The Light of Universal Deliverance, or perhaps the Bell of Doom's Prayer, erupted from this very bead. It remained to be seen whether the legendary technique of the Supreme Darkness Evil Emperor, which could strip away a person's soul, would be effective against Liu Lingkong.

In truth, this Star-Consuming Tai Sui had been prepared specifically for him. Bringing Mo Li to Yingzhou had as its ultimate objective luring him into this trap.

Qi Lin took a look; the trial did not seem overly difficult. A massive saber stood upright on the arena stage. This long-handled weapon was fully a zhang in length, its shaft as thick as a rice bowl, forged entirely from a divine steel bearing Kunlun totems. Its blade surface shimmered like rippling water, and the tip was gargantuan, resembling a door panel. Instead of being honed to a fine edge, the blade was lined with serrated teeth.

"Right, hand that mad dog over to Senior Brother Hu Yin so he can beat him to death and vent our frustration," another person chimed in.

"Is it just the two of you who made it here?" Shi Xuan walked over at this point. She seemed to be on good terms with Chang, wearing a very gentle smile.

Simple attire and unpretentious conversation created an atmosphere akin to a pure white world, untainted by even a speck of dust.

This flash of inspiration was like a ray of light cast down by the heavens. As Zhang Yuan deduced further along this train of thought, the previous blockage in his mind vanished entirely, bringing a sudden sensation of seeing a clear path ahead through the dark.

Although the Imperial Ranking Tournament was a trial of nine deaths and a mere life of survival, it was an unmissable, once-in-a-millennium grand event.

"The aura has shifted from beginning to end! Multiple abilities of the monstrous system are now disabled." The causal clone's vacant eyes lit up with the colors of causality.

She cast a somewhat surprised glance to her side, but Mo Jingyuan did not look back at her. Instead, he simply took her hand and led her toward the kitchen, prompting her to follow obediently by his side.

Just as Zhang Yuan teleported to an unfamiliar stellar region, down in the underground city of the planet Kansas, Black Crow was communicating with his master, Star Spirit, via a statue.

The audience members at the venue felt that the gods were truly unfair. Why was there such a massive gap when both parties possessed invisibility?

Despite all these days during which Ouyang Qing had constantly accompanied Muling Ran, Muling Ran had never once placed his heart upon her, keeping his gaze perpetually fixed on that single photograph.

"Ji Han, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Xiaoqing suddenly panicked. It was the first time she had ever seen Ji Han look like this—absent-minded, as if he had lost something vital. Even back when his hand was injured at the Giant Cup, she had never seen such an expression on Ji Han's face.

Suddenly, that orb of light grew increasingly brilliant before bursting apart abruptly. A figure slowly emerged, resembling a demon god descended into the mortal world, looking down disdainfully upon the earth.

A-Dai was very obedient. Without receiving Rui Lengyu's command, he still lay motionless in the bathtub, exposing his back for them to inspect.

Chen Shihao sighed, stood up limply, and said, "Sigh, I truly am an unfilial son. My parents went far away to work odd jobs just to pay for my future university tuition, and so I wouldn't worry, they didn't even leave a contact address!" Hearing this, Lei Zhan and the other two inwardly marveled at the greatness of parents.

"Alright, I know my own limits. Get yourselves ready and don't let that Green-Haired Demonic Sovereign escape!" Having spoken these words, Lin Feng abruptly closed his eyes, and the power of his bloodline instantly surged forth.

In fact, Wang Tianjiu was well aware of why this normally talkative young woman had kept her silence ever since Shi Qingcheng and the others actively suggested that he get close to Zhen Mi. He naturally understood the reason behind it.

After posing for a short while, he finally descended the stairway, walked along the red carpet toward the motorcade, and from several meters away flashed a sincere smile as he strode forward with a large stride, extending his right hand toward the Prince of Yanping.

Early the next morning, Chen Shihao woke up early as usual to practice cultivation. By the time he finished and freshened up once more, his door was knocked upon. Guided by a hotel attendant, Chen Shihao and his fellow group members headed to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

Of course, this was the 1930s, and the quality of the Qing army certainly could not compare to the German or American forces of World War II. Yet, could the average defensive strength of the Southern Ming's Yangtze River defense line truly match that of the Maginot or Siegfried Lines?