Volume 1, Chapter 48: Can You, Please Don't Marry Someone Else?

A-Ling’s face turned livid. With two guns pointed at her, she dared not make any rash moves, so she simply let out a cold snort and turned her head away, ignoring her.

Yunfang hurriedly sat up, seizing the moment before her body lost its remaining warmth to slip into her cotton-padded jacket. After buttoning it up properly, she reached out to grab the outermost coat.

However, after inspecting the scene, they discovered that there were no explosive devices whatsoever. This explosion had not injured a single person; the sole fatality was a middle-aged Caucasian man. As he was walking along, his body suddenly exploded, shattering into a mass of pulverized flesh and blood that was pulverized beyond any semblance of a human shape.

Upon entering, they found that although it was somewhat crude, it had all the necessary amenities, even including an old-fashioned hunting rifle. With this, as long as any human or beast approached, self-defense would certainly not be a problem. Only then did Dashan finally set his mind at ease.

Virtually everyone who attended the banquet today came out of respect for the Lan family—or rather, out of respect for the Cang family. Even without Magistrate Sun's instructions, no one would dare to embarrass the Lan family.

What level of magical treasure must it be to remain completely undamaged under the full-strength attacks of four Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortals?

Yan Tiannan and Gongzi Yu mumbled vague assents, wanting in their hearts to offer a few words of defense, but finding nowhere to begin.

The billboard was massive, measuring dozens of square meters, and Sun Tiantian's car was pinned right in the middle. Bending down, they could only see that the vehicle was crushed flat beneath the billboard, its frame seemingly completely deformed.

Amidst this tranquil atmosphere, Lin Yuanzhou and Mochou finished a couple's meal in mutual silence.

Fortunately, Xing Gan noticed that Father Cheng was acting rather strange. After inquiring about his condition, she immediately rushed him to the hospital to see a doctor.

Both of their cheeks flushed slightly, but before long, Cheng Luobai's neck turned as red as his face, resembling a boiled duck, which was exceedingly cute.

By the next day, Xu Yuyao arrived at the company and happened to run into Li Muhan, so she casually took the opportunity to ask him whom he was planning to pick up on Saturday morning.

The Demon King and Emperor Luofu saw Yuan Yufei and Duan Tianya declare their non-involvement in the matter, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. If those two were to get involved as well, their own faction would instantly be at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. When issues arose and a vote by a show of hands was called, wouldn't they be at an obvious disadvantage?

Dispatching troops in person left Xue Tianyang, sitting in the inner hall, with an indescribable feeling in her heart. This move happened to suit her wishes, yet faintly, she harbored an ominous premonition.

When Yin Lin appeared above Qingcheng, preparing to head over to Xi'er's place, Xue'er had already eaten her fill. With a satisfied sleeping expression, her brows and sleeping posture bore more than a passing resemblance to her mother's.

Though she still could not let her mother know about his filthy dealings, in this chaotic realm, only a combination of wealth and power could ensure her safety. Moreover, he loathed his impoverished past and did not want those days to make a comeback.

Years of cultivated tacit understanding kept Kaisa from asking why, and furthermore, she had no time to ask; the crushing pressure of the spatial rift was about to grind them to pieces.

Cheng Luobai's heart churned ceaselessly, torn between joy and sorrow. She knew she was utilizing Murong Feng, and that all of this had been meticulously orchestrated by her, yet she had never expected Murong Feng to be so deeply considerate.

Wan Qi raised her leg and planted her foot right between the shoulders of the drunkard, then exerted force through her toes, twisting left and right as she traced all the way down his spine.

It was said that the previous Grand Commandant had tampered with personnel assignments and was reported to the Emperor. Once verified, his entire family was exiled to the northwestern frontier.

All of this happened in the flash of a spark. Hearing the shouts, Emperor Zhaoming instinctively turned his head, and by the time he looked over, Ah Jiu had already used a long spear to flick the venomous snake away.

"Yet you clearly forgot all about me, and not only that, you're planning to marry someone else." Ye Qingcheng raised her head, glaring with wide eyes, looking ready to settle scores with him later.

"What? Are you trying to force me to stay?" Ah Jiu had already downed a few cups of alcohol and was feeling rather uncomfortable. He was urgently longing to go home, soak in a hot bath, and have Taohua massage his temples. Now, being inexplicably blocked and forbidden from leaving, his anger flared.

Wan Qi was momentarily stunned, racking her brain but failing to come up with any explanation. The last time she did a photoshoot, Yuan Yuan and the makeup artist hadn't shown up at all for some unknown reason.

Naturally, it was because Li Xiande could not pay back his debts and could not endure a life without money. He had spent his entire life eating, drinking, and making merry on the wealth of the Meng family, living a remarkably comfortable life while even managing to maintain a good reputation.

At the same time, Old Madam Xun was inwardly blaming Princess Zhaoyin for meddling in other people's business. This was, after all, a domestic matter of the Xun family, meant to be resolved behind closed doors; it was not a matter that warranted the Princess's intervention.

Nanqong Taling felt a warm sensation in her heart. Suddenly raising her head, she leaned over and pressed her lips against his thin ones. She refused to run or hide any longer; she did not want everything she had just experienced to become a reality.

She could not tell anyone about her affairs with Mr. Mo; otherwise, she feared it would only invite trouble for herself.

Hollywood science fiction films always loved to make spacecraft look unimaginatively high-tech, featuring streamlined designs glowing with heavily stylized blue light—a remarkably common trope.

The left side of Li Qian's face was swollen high, and her lips were stained with blood, yet her eyes remained fixed on her father without a flicker, brimming with resentment.

She clicked inside and began to read. At first glance, the art style indeed failed to appeal to him, appearing rather gloomy and terrifying.

"Hmph, anyway, the majority of the power already belongs to me. I'll spare you for today!" With those words, he dropped another talisman and fled.

Father Meng pushed the door open completely, inviting me into the house. I swept my gaze across the interior; aside from the bare necessities in terms of furniture, there were virtually no superfluous decorations, not even a potted plant.

In the deep, nocturnal courtyard beneath the viewing platform, Jian Xiu stood motionlessly by the flower bed, staring fixedly at that lonely figure with a dark expression.