Volume 1, Chapter 48: You Share a Blood Feud with Her

"After my mother told me about this before she passed away, I honestly thought she was joking at first. Later on, I checked into it myself and found out that our engagement is indeed a fact. So, I am truly sorry for not coming to look for you all these years. But now, it seems everything was destined to be. Therefore... Wen Zhi, shall we give it a try?"

"..."

Give it a try?

What the hell kind of nonsense is this?

Post-marriage love?

Yet she didn't like Nangong Muqian at all. Expecting her to just "give it a try" simply because of an engagement—wasn't this outright emotional kidnapping?

Once they realized these people were outside playing ghosts and putting on an act, a surge of fiery anger ignited in both of their hearts. Remembering how they had previously been frightened into a panicked flight while answering nature's call, their counterattacks naturally carried a bit more vengeful ruthlessness. Sticks and clubs flew everywhere, beating those guys until they cried out to their mothers and ancestors.

The blind man burst into hearty laughter, while Ah Nuo blushed fiercely, feeling utterly mortified. Yet aside from the blind man's laughter, another faint chuckle seemed to echo from afar. Ah Nuo looked around anxiously, but amidst the swirling shadows all about, no one else was in sight.

Xie Yeyu nodded toward Li Yu'an, for he had already laid eyes on the spectacle: this massive underground hall, resembling the sixth layer of a stone tomb, was densely packed with elite Zuma archers, elite Zuma statues, and elite Zuma guards! Swarms of mating moths were also continuously swooping down from the ceiling.

Hearing the voice, Shen Qingming was startled and turned her head. Zhao Lingbo's bitter smile was right before her eyes.

With that, he clapped his hands! Instantly, outside the council hall, a dozen saber-wielding guards rushed in, their faces chillingly stern as they took their positions behind Xie Yeyu.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see—not far behind the security guard—Zhu Jianguo and Department of Surgery Director Zhang Feng standing there with grim expressions. Zhang Feng had clearly just stepped off the operating table, lacking even the time to change out of his scrubs. Beside them were the medical-patient relations office staff who had just hurried over.

Zi Qingyang intensely disliked the way the other man addressed the woman of his heart, yet he could neither correct him nor remain silent, leaving him with no choice but to swallow his displeasure and engage in conversation with him.

This was an application method of soul power, achieved through the might of the primordial spirit. For Jiang Han as he was now, it was no longer difficult.

Therefore, the moment Su Han learned of her father's illness, she immediately plunged into terror. After discussing it with her mother, she decided to temporarily conceal the truth from her father. Whenever Su Han forced a smile in front of her father, her heart was actually consumed by constant anxiety, terrified of any unexpected developments.

The commanders of various nations loudly rallied the morale of their respective formations, and the language they used to fire up their troops was deeply imbued with the distinct colors of their homelands.

"Still no? Very well then, please tell me which day will do! How much longer do I have to wait? Is Mr. Chen ill? Or is he not in Mandalay?" Lionel Bongi's tone couldn't help but rise sharply.

Fang Tianfeng carried Song Jie back to the villa, intending to place her on the sofa. However, she wrapped her arms around Fang Tianfeng's neck and refused to let go, leaving him with no choice but to sit on the sofa and let her sit on his lap.

"This is the place." Looking at the vigorous calligraphy of the characters "Tohsaka" on the classical wooden nameplate, Vida confirmed.

The Killing Stone softened, and Yomi naturally regained her freedom. She truly had been trapped within that spatial dimension earlier.

Although Tang Lan's words carried a much heavier psychological blow to Chen Rui, they were hardly good news for her either.

"Is that zombie dead?" Lin Meimei asked, rubbing her chest, which was still aching from the impact.

Pendoue swept his gaze over the sumptuous spread on the table—there were cheese, butter, mashed potatoes, dry bread, and even a large tureen of rich, fatty meat soup. In the countryside, such a breakfast was indeed somewhat lavish, and its aroma made the starving officer's mouth water.

Sensing that his previously iron-hard chest had slowly softened inside his trousers, Qin Tang thought to himself.

A brilliant radiance lit up within the cave, then vanished in a fleeting flash like a momentary bloom of ephemeral flowers, revealing the Zhan Gui standing quietly in place.