Volume 1, Chapter 69: Let us be husband and wife for one year, a fake husband and wife.

Hearing this, Wen Zhi panicked. How could she have blurted out about getting their marriage certificate? She quickly stood up and tried to cover Qin Yi’s mouth. "Stop talking! Stop talking already!"

However, Nangong Muqian stepped forward, grabbed Qin Yi, and threw her down onto the sofa. Overlooking her from above, his gaze was chilling as he said in a sinister tone, "What do you know? Wen Zhi and I are the real family. What right does that liar Shen Nianchi have to marry Wen Zhi? He doesn't deserve her; we do!"

Wen Zhi could no longer take it. "Enough! Do you still not understand what I'm saying?! I don't like you! I have a boyfriend, so please stop intruding in my life!"

Why was he so endlessly clinging and difficult to shake off?

Nangong Muqian’s expression shifted instantly, his eyes turning—

"Alright, I can agree to your terms. Now, you can finally state your premise, can't you?" The assassin nodded, fixing his gaze directly on her.

Especially when confronted with numerous problems, if one could experience and process many events through personal trials, one would ultimately rely on even more things to feel the warmth brought by an assassin. Yet this kind of warmth often strips away the need for a person to keep striving forward.

A man in his thirties walked straight toward Suya, completely ignoring Chen Xi.

"Fenghua!" she called out his name from the bottom of her heart, unable to suppress herself as she plunged into his embrace and sobbed. After Cheng Hongming was hit, even her parents had doubted her, anxiously interrogating her under immense pressure, yet the person who trusted her the most was Qin Fenghua.

A spark suddenly burst in the dark, and the sound of a lighter snapping open rang out with piercing clarity in the silent space.

Wei Xingshan was already lying flat on the ground by now, adopting a standard prone shooting posture, his sniper rifle secured to the earth with a tripod.

One could follow the tour schedule arranged by the company, or enjoy independent activities alone or with others.

"As for this... I don't know for the time being. We can only take it one step at a time. It isn't very safe here either, so let's finish eating and resume our journey," Feng Heng said after pondering for a moment.

This matter clearly defied normalcy. He knew quite a few secrets of the wealthy elite, and he chose to trust his intuition.

"Old Wu, accept it. This is Old Ye's kind gesture, so don't refuse. Having a celestial artifact will provide immense security," Han Yongjiang advised.

"How can you call this twisted logic? This is clearly a perfectly proper reason, alright?" Cheng Tao retorted with dissatisfaction.

Fine, intricate patterns were engraved on the tail of this silver needle, resembling dragons and serpents entwining and coiling around the base. Those grooves seemed to exist purely for channeling vital breath, extending all the way along the entire length of the silver needle.

"Even a figure of this caliber has made a move? You really think highly of me!" Ye Tianxing gazed at the hand that imprisoned the heavens, which had crossed the chaotic void and sealed off their forward path in the blink of an eye.

Han Duo'er blurted out in surprise in Chinese. Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes as he looked at him. This fellow revealed a mouthful of smoke-yellowed teeth, an oily head, and walked over with a fawning, cunning grin.

At this moment, Chihuai Zi felt his scalp tingle. He was certain that the one who had made a move just moments ago was undoubtedly this plain-looking middle-aged cultivator.

Having accumulated heavy gambling debts, Da Tuo had no choice but to flee everywhere to avoid creditors. A little over a month later, his wife divorced him and left, and finally, he hardened his heart to cut off his fingers to quit gambling for good.

Kitagawa Temple shook his head, folded the bath towel, placed it on the other side, and then turned off the fitness program that had just finished broadcasting.

Behind the dark-robed figure, a robust physique stepped forward. Muscles like coiled dragons radiated a ferocious power as the man stared indifferently ahead, murder intent slowly manifesting.

The brothers and soldiers at the Xingyang base were even more fired up with enthusiasm, throwing themselves into training while encouraging one another.

The four corpse-qi vicious dogs that had lunged and bitten at the magical power armor were instantly blasted away, dissolving into wisps of corpse qi as if they had lost all will to fight.

It was a matter of common knowledge that due to its special geographical location, Boulder Town had always been guarded by a powerful Martial Venerable.

Ahead lay a cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff ran a river—except that this river was murky yellow, carrying not water, but mud and rocks.

To temper Shen Ru, Yichen designated her as one of the disciples guarding the Ruins of Shura. However, he never expected that the very moment he made that decision was the beginning of Shen Ru's destruction.

The Third Chief immediately whispered a few more words into the ears of the Second and First Chiefs. Then, the three chiefs offered their apologies and successively left the wedding banquet; being top leaders of the military, they were naturally busy.

In the world of Diablo, he estimated that if the hell demons had not invaded and required the integration of every ounce of strength across the entire world, Necromancers would never have been able to walk out into the open light of day so righteously.

With such a massive force, Fukuhara Masamasa was filled with great confidence, determined to rely on these assets to wage a major battle against Xu Rui in Harbin and deal a heavy blow to Xu Rui's forces.

"A-Shao, catch!" Yuchi Xin pulled out the Xuanlan sword planted not far in front of him and tossed it to Xuanshao. The legendary weapon traced a crimson-gold arc through the air before returning to Xuanshao's grasp, while Jinglin and Yuchi Xin simultaneously moved to deal with Jin Yan together.

If the dangers of the second floor exceeded Xie Zisheng's expectations, he could abandon the attempt later; but giving up now was still far too early.

Because Li Kuafufu had already caught the scent of genuine danger—a kind of peril where the slightest misstep would lead to complete destruction of body and soul.

"I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally bring his ashes to the nearest free public cemetery, lest those responsible find it troublesome and casually toss him into some random river or wasteland."

"Thank you, Director Eck. I've wanted to meet you for a long time," Jolie said happily, parting her sexy lips wide.

It was indeed impulsive, and Yang Qian had no rebuttal. She hadn't carefully thought through her subsequent actions; this was one of the rare instances where she cast all caution to the wind.

And this formation had completely sealed off the space—resembling the Heaven-Locking Formation that Ye Zhuo had comprehended in his past life. Although its potency was vastly diminished, trapping a Golden Core Third-Turn cultivator and ensuring they could by no means escape this radius of a hundred zhang was an absolute certainty.

Now that they had successfully completed their task, both employers would take note of it. When rewards were handed out, their share would certainly not be left out.

The major reinforcements had arrived, and the situation was reversed. As the Jinyiwei and the violent rioters successively withdrew, Yang Suguan ordered the garrison troops to cordon off Prince's Mansion Alley to protect the assembled princes and high-ranking ministers. With the situation settled, everyone came over to exchange greetings. Both Yang Suguan and Wu Dingyuan wore exhausted expressions; clearly, with the sinister state of affairs in the capital over the past few days, they must have been laboring incessantly.

Just as Landi was about to ask further, he noticed Xi's gaze falling on his feet. Feeling somewhat hesitant, he pulled up his trouser legs to reveal the socks he was wearing: a mix of purple and black, enchanted with special spells. Bearing special inscriptions, these were standard-issue items uniformly provided to disciples of the Xuan Sect's immortal realms.

The netizens became more and more spirited, eagerly attempting to dig up dirt on the history between Fang Haoqian and Liang Xue, as well as Fang Haoqian's previous ex-wife. In short, they wished nothing more than for the scandal to blow up as massively as possible.