Chapter 35: It Actually Shares the Same Name as My Stepmother

It turned out that from the very beginning, she had never truly intended to leave Wei Xifeng.

When that moment finally arrived, Qiao Yiran could no longer evade the truth; she had to face the deepest desires of her heart, and only then did she admit that she had no wish to leave at all.

Xue Ling’s bitter, self-delusional chuckle rang out with painful clarity. Qiao Yiran dared not turn back to look into his eyes.

Xue Ling closed his eyes. How he wished he had died in the forest; at least in the final second before death, he could have still believed that Qiao Yiran was willing to leave with him.

"What did you do to me?" Bai Shengjun asked in a cold voice. She was beginning to loathe Lin Hao with every fiber of her being.

Upon entering the presidential suite, Mu Chen discovered that the vast space was packed with various types of police officers. Some were in plain clothes, others in uniform, and no one paid the slightest bit of attention to his arrival.

However, when the extreme heat of the purple spiritual flames extended to the blade, Shentu Yuntian had not even exchanged ten blows before his weapon—the replacement for the Cold Bone Seven-Star Sword—was softened and rendered useless by the intense heat of the violet fire.

"What are you humming? I think I heard my mother hum that before." Wang Jiawei remained motionless. Xiang Yu was startled; it was the first time Wang Jiawei had spoken to her of his own accord.

With a calm utterance, Fang Heng clenched his hand into a fist and struck Xiong Kuang’s body. Instantly, the dragon’s roar was silenced, and Xiong Kuang’s body was slammed back onto the ground. This time, his skin split open, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.

It was not that he wasn't anxious, but the sheer volume of materials was overwhelming. The materials required just for the massive cross-beams of the China Pavilion main structure were enough to keep him running back and forth several times, not to mention the precision instruments and weaponry. The layers of bureaucratic approval were enough to make one truly understand the meaning of longing for something until one's eyes ached.

However, the lives of Li Lianying and his companion were still in her hands. Initially, she held a shred of disbelief, still thinking she could use some methods to seize Ye Tian.

Moreover, for those who enter the divine realm as "pseudo-gods," it is generally very difficult to ascend to the true divine realm later on.

He nodded thoughtfully and smiled faintly, yet he still did not answer directly. He then turned his gaze toward Bei Qiyun, who seemed hesitant and unable to make up his mind.

Gu He'an seemed to be in a much better mood; at least the expression on his face had shifted from stormy to overcast. He must have been busy outside for the past two days and could finally go home to get some rest, Mu Ruxin thought to herself.

The Master's instruction was to use the Five-Colored Breathing Soil and the Gourd Vine that he had given to you personally during the struggle for the gourd.

Many people had condensed this divine body as well. Beforehand, they had never expected to become gods, so they had married and had children, breaking their innate Yin-Yang essence.

Fang Ran, who had abandoned himself to despair regarding the current situation, ignored Meng Lang's pleas for mercy and shook him violently by the neck.

In truth, when the Floating Cloud Sect rose to power and began to deal with the bandits of the Western Regions, the "Black Tiger Bandits" had begun to change their previous custom of leaving no survivors when raiding merchant caravans.

The Heavenly Emperor Seal, the Heaven-Sealing Seal, the Nine Slashes of Demon-Sealing, the Luo Immortal Map, the Green Wood Divine Art, the Thousand-Mechanisms Technique—all the offensive arts Ye Cheng had practiced in his previous life were mastered by the Chaos Ye Cheng, who executed them with such supernatural skill that they reached the pinnacle of perfection.

The golden fairy spoke softly, haughtily pinching the hem of her golden glazed dress, looking as proud and ethereal as if she did not belong to this mortal world.

Throughout this process, Hatsune Miku had been stared at by a pair of eyes, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. Now that the fan meeting was over, the principal had chased away those fanatical fans.

On the Dark Continent, it was impossible for an emperor with such overwhelming imperial authority to appear. Moreover, the opponent's "Emperor's Qi" directly suppressed the Confucian "Haoran Qi" within his own body, forcing him to feel an urge to submit. Confucius was deeply curious about Liu Mufeng's origins.

Just as she was trying to find some excuse to justify herself, another one of her enemies walked in with a look of indignant fury and an imposing presence.

These two were clearly somewhat similar; if one were to say the Yongde Emperor was not the biological son of the late Emperor, who would believe it?