Volume 1, Chapter 70: Then How Do You Plan to Propose?

He belongs to Wen Zhi, and no one can ever take him away!

Nangong Muqian clenched his back teeth fiercely, veins bulging on his forehead as if he were about to explode in the next second. Yet, a moment later, he calmed down. With a calm voice, but an unwavering tone, he declared, "Shen Nianchi, I will never admit defeat. I will definitely succeed in winning her heart. Even if I have to resort to every means possible, I will possess her. Unless she dies, she must be with me! She will marry me!"

"You will lose," Shen Nianchi replied indifferently.

"Then I shall wait and see!"

"Then let us see just how long you can persist. Do not forget your father's temper. If he steps in to stop you, you will be left with nothing..."

Thinking of the pre-arranged ambushes in the forest, Qi Jingcheng's expression grew even frostier.

How could she not want to go? Yet, having witnessed that state, she felt somewhat afraid. She thought that had she not slumbered for so long and awakened sooner, perhaps they would not have come to this. Beneath the Demon Realm, there would not have been piles of white bones.

"Xing'er, do not bully your second brother." Seeing that the second brother's hands were immobile and his entire body looked utterly powerless, Mei Wu frowned slightly.

Under such circumstances, the exceptionally mobile tall center of the Chinese team played an overwhelmingly crucial role on the defensive end. Chuck Daly even believed that this center was the primary reason their offense was completely shut down.

"This recruitment drive for the Iron Fist Sect is being hosted by the Second Senior Brother and the Fourth Junior Brother. They will likely pull many spies into our ranks. It seems necessary to thoroughly investigate the backgrounds of these registering youths. Seventh Junior, you are quite adept at this sort of thing; I leave it to you," said Third Senior Brother Wei Xu.

"You are just handing the formula over to me like this? Do you realize that if this formula hits the market, it could cause a massive sensation with an immeasurable value?" Facing Qin Lin's casual manner, Cheng Lianqing was even more astounded.

The God of Artisans was also somewhat startled. Following the War of Gods, using a forbidden technique obtained from another eternal god, he had gathered a shred of Qinyu's lingering soul. Just before leaving, he had seen the Executioner broken into two halves.

Accompanied by a roar akin to that of gods and demons, the bloody sword shadow crashed down, leaving Deng Junshan and the others below in utter despair.

"The demonic cultivators of the Demon Realm have been suppressed for so many years, so naturally, their hearts are filled with resentment. If the array is broken rashly, it will spell a bloody nightmare for the Divine Cultivation Continent." Yijiang disagreed with her breaking the array, listing his reasons one by one. He knew her temperament well; if she wanted to break the array, she would certainly do so.

Most of these towns were established by clans. The housing prices in Yujing City were simply too exorbitant for ordinary clans to afford, yet yearning for Yujing's cultivation environment, they chose to build their family settlements on the outskirts of the city.

The Daoist school was bound to have a showdown with Lord Changping and the forces behind him sooner or later, and conflicts with the Yin-Yang School were also inevitable. At such a time, every single ounce of strength was precious.

Watching the other party depart, Chen Chao finally spat out a mouthful of blood and reached out to retrieve the sheet of paper that had been suspended before him all along.

She was a decisive young woman with clear eyes, entirely devoid of any arrogant upward slant when looking at people.

Li Maoyu typed on her mobile phone, explaining the characters for "Weirui". Neither Li Shuqing nor Zhao Yaquan had any objections; they were quite satisfied, though they privately hoped for a grandson to inherit the family business.

Of course, Magistrate Gao was not in any particular rush to leave. However, considering that the backyard was not very spacious and Jiang Hanlou had brought so many people along, leaving a day early would allow them to clear up more space sooner.

"I think if we keep chatting tonight, it probably won't make anyone happy. Dad, we'll be leaving first." With that, Chen Xue'er took Ling Xiao and left the villa.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang's foundation had been built by veteran generals like Xu Da, Tang He, and Hua Yun, he trusted his own flesh and blood more. Although a major storm had been stirred up over this matter some time ago, now that the dust had settled, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally hoped that his own family members would command the troops.

Although Ma Shixiong had repeatedly reiterated that "it is better to be a hero's concubine than an ordinary man's wife," Sun Yurong only longed to live a peaceful and ordinary life. An ordinary man's wife was a hundred times better than a hero's concubine, and the very thought of it filled Sun Yurong with even more shame and mortification, leaving her with nowhere to hide her face.

Although Liu Yi had announced after crossing the river that he was closing his doors to visitors and would reflect deeply without seeing anyone, there were far too many relatives and friends whom both he and Guo Yunyu simply could not refuse.

Fuyu and the others would never imagine that the Yueqi tribe was naturally like this; they would only attribute all of this to Wang Quanran's formidable strength.

"Don't ask anymore, this isn't the first time," Nie Suyao thought of the scene right before the final exams in senior year; it was an exact carbon copy.

And thus, Bai Tingting felt she had understood Li Anbo's words, while Li Anbo believed he had made himself clear and that Bai Tingting intended to be ordinary friends with him.

In Yang Yu's view, it was impossible that Wang Douduo had not investigated his family background. The reason he still asked such a question after the investigation was most likely because he had found no clues whatsoever.

Along the way, Xue Hong had listened to nothing but Yang Yu and Fat Di flirting with each other, and by now, her smile had grown somewhat stiff.

Early in the morning, a crowd of reporters armed with long lenses and microphones had gathered here.

Ouyang Rui and Zeng Peng joined the school's flag guard team, Li Liang joined the Olympiad math class, and Bai Tingting pulled Ye Lin straight toward the music club.

Previously, he had discovered that as long as speed-type evolvers were given a sliver of time, they could rely on their astonishing speed to dodge.

Amidst the applause of the crowd, Zhang Wancheng walked to the stage and sat right in the middle of the front row, flanked by his two confidants.

In particular, the various local aristocratic families of Youzhou were panic-stricken and felt deeply endangered. The heads and elders of those families hurriedly dispatched their younger generation to Daixian, eager to pledge their loyalty to Chen Zhi in person.

Everyone looked at each other. No matter how they thought about it, this idea felt somewhat wrong. Yet no one spoke up, and they all remained silently mute.