Chapter 68: Clashing Arts in the Open Street

Facing Xu Ruyan's imposing and piercing scrutiny, Qiao Lingyu was momentarily startled before looking back with a composed expression.

She moved her wrist to break free from his grip and frowned, saying, "Xu Ruyan, let me go. We are through."

"Who says we're through? Weren't you still my fiancée just a few days ago?"

...

How laughable. So what if the Qin family went bankrupt? With her mother's design talent and her father's capabilities, after building up their strength for a few years, they could easily open another company.

The sacred artifact could only guide him toward a general direction rather than pinpoint a specific figure, forcing him to rely on his own search.

The joyous part was that she was finally carrying the child of the two of them; the sorrowful part was that she had no idea where Jingrui was, nor when he would return.

Silver Star fell into a prolonged silence—so long that Yinzhan thought he would brush her off as he had done in the past—before she heard him speak.

Upon flowing through the central zone, the river was divided by an unimaginably massive ancient tree into tributaries that streamed in different directions.

With that, ignoring the blushing Kirishima Sakura in his arms, he directly wrapped an arm around her waist and strode toward his dwelling.

He was robust in physique and vibrant in spirit, with well-regulated endocrine functions. Not only was his skin smooth, but the air of deep-seated inner vitality he exuded was even more eye-catching.

Xie Yu made no secret of it, directly laying out the relationship between A Midsummer Night's Dream and Chuchu, while adding malicious exaggerations to belittle Chuchu, which finally made him feel somewhat relieved.

Ever since his mental power began to rise steadily, Wu Mian found it increasingly effortless to issue tasks to himself.

After Fenyan burned down the final section of the back mountain and chaos erupted within the Mo family, Yunge and Mojin calmly departed from the estate.

The newcomer was a young man clad in crisp white martial attire. He possessed a striking, heroic bearing with sword-like brows and starry eyes, looking exceptionally handsome. At that moment, he withdrew his fist and cast a cold, indifferent gaze at Zhou Rui.

As time wore on, the five disciples of the Qingcheng Sect began to show signs of exhaustion. After all, their martial arts were not particularly advanced, relying entirely on the precision of their sword array. Against ordinary opponents, it was true they could not be defeated.

The three of them sat down in the front hall once again, yet Sun Wuqing's eyelids kept twitching, as he constantly felt something was amiss.

The monsters of the tenth wave were humanoid creatures resembling lizards, featuring long tails, green scales, and razor-sharp fingernails that looked menacingly keen at a single glance.

"Yes, I have pleaded with him, but the Emperor said these matters would be handled by himself and required no interference from outsiders. What more could I do?" Weixin looked at Weilu, understanding that the latter was worried as well.

Even my usually stern father joined in on the fun, and on several occasions, I was nearly choked to death by them. Of course, that was just a joke.

"You recognize me?" Ye Shichao raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes devoid of emotion as he looked Zheng Gang up and down.

She immediately walked past Shi Yu, dropped to her knees on the ground, and said, "Imperial Consort, Qinglan was in the wrong. I acted out of panic just now. Please forgive Qinglan, I was wrong!" As she spoke, she continuously slapped herself across the face.

Moreover, Lin Muyu could see that these people possessed very high martial arts skills. Although he had a stunning beauty by his side, seeing that these people were on the verge of a fierce brawl, he naturally chose not to get involved.

The moment Xin Chong brushed past her, the other girl suddenly flashed her a brilliant smile. Xin Chong was completely stunned, feeling as though she had caught a glimpse of demonic, blooming flowers in that instant, followed by her own heart pounding like thunder.

Shi Qi opened her mouth, uncertain how to voice the rest of what she wanted to say, feeling only the tightly strained string within her heart bending to its limit.

Jin Gong, the head of the Azure Dragon Hall, let out a deep, stern shout. Unlike Street-Crouching Tiger, he did not feel the need to posture with overwhelming imposingness in every gesture and movement.

Ignoring him, Yan Huang opened the lid of his instant noodles and dug into them while devouring a pineapple bun with vivid relish.