Volume One, Chapter 67: Three Suitors Battle the Ex-Husband

Shen Yubai paid no heed to what Chu Xi said, his heart and mind filled only with Li Ruochu.

Since this is an opportunity granted to me by fate, why shouldn't I seize it and go along with marrying Su Mo?

From one of the mechanical arms of the combat mech, two missiles shot out, exploding with a thunderous roar and shattering all the incoming willow branches to pieces. Taking advantage of this opening, Hao Yu landed on the ground, coming down very close to the wooden seal, almost at its feet.

Due to the impact of the flood, Zhang San had no choice but to slow the deployment of his western campaign. The two divisions originally meant for the western front were now fully devoted to disaster relief. This put the Song Dynasty under renewed pressure; an additional fifty thousand troops was no trivial matter for them.

As it turned out, however formidable a technique might be, it paled slightly in comparison to the power of persuasion. In "Naruto," whenever Prince Naruto faced a villain, if they wouldn’t listen, he’d use brute force; if they did, he’d talk them into submission. It was a method that never failed.

The black mist gradually dissipated, the weather improved, but all three members of Group Nine had turned dark. Their bodies were now possessed by three great sages; their souls, it seemed, were lost.

This method was also called mixing drinks. The taste might not matter at first—what mattered was that it packed a punch and was unique. That alone was enough to create a buzz. In time, as the reputation spread, the quality of the drinks would improve as well.

Helpless, she had to temporarily abandon her plan. Unwillingly, she pushed Mother Gu back to her original place, fastened the lock, never once letting Mother Gu see her face.

Perhaps it was the poor state of the soy milk powder that morning, but Song Guyan didn’t put much effort into training. Throughout, Zhou You simply went through the motions.

Ning Shuangshuang from the Demon City branch, while working, remained clear-headed, yet felt as if experiencing sleep paralysis—her chest seemed drained of air for several minutes, so heavy she couldn’t utter a word.

After leaving the organization’s building, Chen Yi’s mind was filled with the Bright Peak Project—a colossal undertaking worth one hundred and fifty billion. To be honest, he was eager to take it on, but feared that one misstep could result in utter ruin, leaving him with a mess impossible to clean up.

But Wang Liu, having already exchanged her grandson for farmland in front of the whole village, might one day sell off Yangyang and Qiner as well.

“You and I have no grudge between us. Why are you targeting me?” Mu Qingyin suppressed her pain and asked, wanting to know if he recognized her from a previous life.

She could use needles to draw the poison from both of them, but underwater she was powerless, and on the shore there were swarms of insects.

Madam Li recovered herself. With Ye Qing’s attitude so unyielding, there was little hope. Yet if she changed her mind, she would be ridiculed.

What Fu Jinxi heard was that Liang Yicheng and Jing Rui were entangled at the emergency exit, their behavior ambiguous.

Mu Qingyin looked at his outstretched hand as if she’d seen something terrifying, shaking her head repeatedly.

“Zhong Shentong” Wang Chongyang, after years of dedicated study of Daoist classics, gained insight and developed the supreme Daoist art “Xiantian Gong,” an achievement that could be said to rival creation itself.

The emperor left several personal guards in Xinyang Palace to watch over Zhou Jin, and Imperial Physician Liu was promptly dismissed by Eunuch Li.

“Um, let’s keep our engagement a secret for now. I promise I won’t flirt around or get close to anyone, nor will I hurt your pride or dignity as a man,” Mu Qingyin assured him.