Chapter 36

The King of England is in his thirties, broad-shouldered and sturdy, with a square face and hard-set features. His thick eyebrows, straight nose, and full lips bear a faint resemblance to Brother Hulu. Yet, while the King radiates an unparalleled aura of natural, effortless authority, the Marquis of the White Tiger possesses a steady, formidable presence—the true bearing of a military commander.

He had previously announced that he did not intend to arrange a marriage for Qin Miao just yet, so it would be inappropriate to make a grand spectacle of this now. They decided to settle the matter privately and disclose it only after a couple of years.

"And you think you aren't?" Through their conversation, he had gained a comprehensive understanding of her cunning and depth, so he shifted his style, moving from earnest to wicked.

"No." Gao Shuai shook his head. He knew the Observer was not referring to special effects in a film, but to the genuine process of a star dying before their eyes.

Upon hearing the news that the Mars development agreement had been reached, the people of Earth began to discuss the possibilities of emigration with great enthusiasm. The future of Mars would significantly alleviate the pressure caused by Earth's population growth.

Doggett was at a loss for words. He could certainly answer the question, but he had no heart to shatter the beautiful values Menel held dear, even if those values appeared overly naive and childish.

Her eyes held a captivating, gentle luster. As she tilted her head to nestle against his shoulder, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride.

The panic when the fire started, the struggle for survival, the joy of escaping unscathed, the growth following the disaster—all flickered before his eyes like a montage.

"Primordial Divine Fire!" Qing Tianzhao was shocked. He shifted the Duanyuan Immortal Sword from offense to defense, drawing arcs of brilliant light before him. The arcs pulled the surging flames toward their center, rapidly forming a massive black vortex.

Chu Yunlian noticed he had drunk a bit too much. Remembering he had also consumed quite a bit that afternoon, she reached out to snatch the flask from him. Jin Feng smiled helplessly, downed the remaining wine in his cup, and grabbed her hand, dragging her away without a word. However, someone else pulled her back, causing Chu Yunlian to lose her balance and nearly fall.

After all, the people here were mere mortals of flesh and blood. If everyone were like me—a ghost—there would be nothing to fear.

At this moment, Qin Suyuan’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes like autumnal waters, hazy and unfocused, while her hands twisted restlessly before her.

Ruoli looked away slightly, struggling to recall what she had almost said to Chu Yuan at the Cliff of Bone-Slicing. It had been a desperate response in the heat of the moment; fortunately, Zeyen had appeared just in time. Otherwise, would she have truly ended up marrying Chu Yuan?

Hearing his words, Ji Zili felt a surge of joy. Being praised by the one you love is truly a wonderful thing.

"It’s not bad that we managed to lure these four Martial Sages; I wonder if any other human Martial Sages will come," Old Ming remarked, glancing at the four figures on the ground.

Ji Xue called to tell me the gas station had been closed down. I asked why, but he just laughed and hung up. Perhaps that gas station had brought me too much, and I had lost too much because of it; he must have felt that keeping it would affect me, so he simply tore it down.

"You left the Sacred Pool and spied on the Divine Beast. They moved to stop you, and only then did you destroy the Palace of the Four Seasons in a fit of rage—is that not so?" asked Martial Sage Mingmie.

Although his attire, and even the sword hanging at his waist, were identical to what Mei Ruman had worn the time he appeared with the others at Old Guang’s roast meat shop, something felt different.

Perhaps her mood was so good that even this Thousand-Knot Dew tasted exceptionally delicious. Lost in her reverie, she did not notice Ling Chen’s gaze resting upon her.

The demon race possesses high intelligence once they take human form. Upon hearing Liu Tian’s words, the creature was overjoyed and began offering up everything it had on its person.

Not daring to act recklessly any longer, the man took the initiative to wrap his arm around Wen Xueyi’s slender waist, allowing the reporters to take their pictures.

Naturally, Zhong Yuan began to silently recite the incantation. This was no ordinary chant; it was profound, obscure, and difficult to comprehend, possessing far greater power—and, in turn, far stricter requirements and harsher conditions.

The imperial physician opened his medicine chest, took out a porcelain bottle, and poured out a viscous, amber-colored liquid. A refreshing, musky fragrance immediately permeated the air.

The conditions proposed by Ye Feng were unprecedented in the history of the Seven Peaks Sword Fights. The Grand Elders and the Sect Master gathered to deliberate.

However, his shock did not last long. Following up, Zhong Yuan straightened his arm like an iron whip and swept it horizontally toward him. Endless waves of power dissipated, shattering the void. The space that had been thousands of feet apart suddenly felt as close as inches.

Chen Yang had always been a man who could be neither intimidated nor coerced. He had not even done anything to Li Zimin yet, and the man was already resorting to such despicable tactics to force his hand. He had truly picked the wrong opponent.

Nangong Wan’er let out an "eh," feeling a mix of disgust and excitement. This was what it meant to truly be alive. She leaned down and took Yi Han’s lips into her own.

As soon as the gag was removed from Gao Qiang's mouth, he didn't bother to speak, instead gasping for air in great, ragged breaths; he had clearly been stifled terribly.

The priest reacted instantly, striking backward with his palm. A series of white shockwaves erupted from his hand, engulfing the entire room and exposing the forms of the hidden ghosts.

Once he left, the company would be transferred to Qingqing’s name, and all his assets and equity would be inherited by Yu Qingqing, his legal wife.

Just as he was feeling downcast, the door suddenly opened. Li Shangshan looked up to see Bo Yiyang walking in, his old face wrinkled in a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum. In his hand, he held a bowl of hangover soup with a pungent, sour aroma, followed by the smiling Bo Qiling.

"Teacher!" Su Luoyun had barely stepped through the gates of the Lan residence when she saw Lan Zhiyi, who should have been at the academy.

People always seem prone to wanting more. At first, he only wanted to be with her. Later, he wanted it to be just the two of them. And later still, he found himself wanting her to have no one in her heart but him.