Volume 1, Chapter 65: Want to Be Young Master Fu's Wife? You Don't Deserve It!

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Only then did they see who had arrived.

"Grandfather!"

"Elder Fu!!"

The faces of the Tang family members, Fu Hanzhou, and Su Wanyue turned as pale as paper!

They looked at Elder Fu in shock.

Tang Feng's expression changed abruptly: "Elder, the affair between Hanzhou and Wanyue has been exposed in front of the media! If he doesn't marry Wanyue, where will our Tang family's face be placed? How can Wanyue ever marry anyone in the future?"

Seeing Yu Sizhe and Yu Sile looking at him with extremely strange expressions, he had no choice but to awkwardly continue eating and drinking.

Lin Chu understood Lin Jiamao very well; it seemed that besides Chen Bin, there was now one more ill-fated male compatriot.

"No need to worry! I will get better. You can tell me about the things around me to awaken my memories, right?" said Singularity.

The scene fell silent for a moment. Jiang Chang'an also followed her gaze toward the distant, hazy mountains. She would gaze at a mundane piece of scenery for a long time without feeling the least bit bored. This seemed to be a habit of hers—most of the time, she would just stare blankly at something like that, lost in thought.

Clearly, only a sliver of his life-fire remained, and he was unleashing every ounce of his skill and potential at this very moment.

Just as the elder of the Flying Sword Sect was fiercely rebuking Ling Xiao and trying to slap a fabricated charge on him, the fire spirit suddenly spoke.

Facing the dozens of bone spears hurtling toward her, Fujiwara Sai immediately responded. Her hands suddenly formed a seal, and a hemispheric water shield instantly appeared in front of her.

Having finally managed to get a free translator for this old monk, I didn't expect him to be a Korea fanatic. Fortunately, the person who came from YG was just a boss.

It was like the brief calm before a storm. Various officials were all worrying about their official caps. Every year at this time, it was a distressing phase when officials at all levels had to figure out how to please their superiors in various departments and how to send lavish gifts to secure a prosperous and auspicious start for the coming year.

This single sentence reminded the Emperor. Truly: feeling unequal to the task, he met a fiery dragon; helpless, he encountered a savior; after a long drought, he received sweet rain; lacking a general, he found a valiant vanguard. Having already partaken in three rounds of wine, how could the Emperor care about so much anymore? He hurriedly took out the "Dragon-Tiger Pill," scraped off a tiny bit, and swallowed it down with water.

"Father, you should first have someone identify that corpse. If it's an outsider, it cannot be covered up, as human lives are at stake. But if it's a servant of our own household, that's a different story altogether." Seeing that Ye Yuanzhi was missing the point, Ye Tanghua gently offered him a reminder.

"Is there really no other way?" The President's voice continued to echo endlessly in the conference room.

In just the blink of an eye, the man quickly reined in all his emotions, his gaze clearing up once again as he gave a cold command.

What was even more baffling was that Long Si at the side raised no objections whatsoever, acting as though it were only natural.

Why did he understand—why would this human named Tang Feng choose to make such a ferocious beast, considered a treasure trove by humans everywhere, submit to him instead of simply executing it on the spot and turning it into a pile of treasures?

"Yirou, is that how you speak to the County Princess!" Han Yinian was startled by Han Yirou and hurriedly turned his head to scold her.

Tang Zhan, however, still wore a look of utter indifference. In his view, even if the primordial ancestor of the Thousand-Insect Clan were to arrive here in person, it probably wouldn't be able to achieve its desired goal easily, would it?

Instantly, all the anger directed toward Baili Yi and Blood Moon was transferred onto this fellow, making Li Wenqian's body tremble violently, daring not to utter another word.

Seeing their Peak Master displaying the Scarlet Firmament Art, the elders and disciples of Scarlet Firmament Peak understood tacitly and spoke up one after another, fiercely denouncing Xietian's words and actions of humiliating the Peak Master with the Scarlet Firmament Art.

The black man looked at the handgun Taisui casually pulled out, then looked at Wang Ping, who had already walked out of the "room." His lips moved, but he didn't dare say anything more.

He sat up, and the world between heaven and earth was already shrouded in a hazy gray. Far to the east, a cluster of dark red light seemed to be flashing, yet one could not believe it was the rising morning sun, because that light merely flickered for a moment before being swallowed up by the clouds and mist.