Chapter 132: The Matrimonial Alliance, The Broken Engagement

"Unaware of his own feelings for Mu Mian, Zhou Ran's fate was sealed long ago."
This kind of love—destroying her entire family in the name of loving her—was suffocating.
Feng Su came slowly down from upstairs.
"Mu Mian is the most suitable collaborator. I am very much looking forward to the outcome for the Mu and Wei families."
Li Jiuwei felt the same anticipation, her only concern being Mu Mian’s safety.

Li Ning’s arrogance was innate. When Feng You had originally intended to take him as a disciple, it should have been a stroke of incredible luck for someone from the miscellaneous chores department, yet Li Ning had flatly refused. It wasn't that Li Ning lacked intelligence; rather, it was because he possessed a fierce sense of self-confidence.
Thinking of this now felt somewhat amusing, and he let out a smug, cold snort, imagining how Li Ning would be punished and scolded.

Early the next morning, Mou Mou and Lance finished dressing and set off for the Imperial Palace in the carriage sent by the Chancellor.
His peerless beauty was beyond doubt; there was no face in the world that could make one more infatuated. He, too, seemed both god and demon, yet his aura was vastly different from that of Ming Ye.
"Chu Binxuan!" Pei Junhao shouted. The two men looked toward the door, their gazes locking. Chu Binxuan’s eyes were still filled with lingering tenderness, while Pei Junhao’s face turned pale, his voice trembling with fury, his eyes practically spitting fire.

But Huan Luo had absolutely no time to ponder such trivialities as whether she looked beautiful. She watched the setting sun with anxiety, her hand trembling as it gripped her long sword.
Seeing Leng Yu like this, Rong’er knew something had gone wrong. She tossed the sleeve ribbon back into Leng Yu’s arms as if it were a hot potato, shaking her head in a panic. Unable to utter a single word, her eyes merely pleaded with Leng Yu not to leave.
Leng Yu was stunned and pursed her lips, saying nothing more. Yuwei’s arrival had indeed caught her off guard, but now that she had calmed down, she felt a sense of wariness. She had been staying with the Empress Dowager recently; could it be... that the Empress Dowager had sent her to probe for information?

"Hello, sir. Are you here for a reservation or a room?" the sexy receptionist asked with a sweet smile, never imagining that the man before her was the owner of Haotian Group.
Several future super-drivers were listening intently like well-behaved children as their instructor explained the mechanics of the car. From time to time, they would follow the instructor’s methods to start the engine, turn the steering wheel, or drive a few steps forward.

"I give up. Just wait here; I’ll make you a few vegetarian dishes today. But let’s be clear: I don’t know what ingredients are available here, so I’ll have to make do with what I can find. Don’t have unrealistic expectations." Jiang Yihong, filled with confusion, hurried off to cook.

Gu Tingzhi spoke up to stop them, and Dong Zhuo quickly blocked Zhou Qing, who was about to leave, his demeanor making it clear that the path was barred.
WN arrived without a moment’s delay and unleashed a shadow photon wave at Vora, not expecting that it would shatter the wretched creature into pieces.

As their eyes met, he felt a damnable gentleness, like a water lily shyly bowing before a cool breeze.
Ye Feifan followed the others toward the black hole. As he passed by the Wuyou Ancestor, he reached out and grabbed his shoulder, pulling with such force that the Wuyou Ancestor swayed and began to fly along with him.

Xin Ya watched Gu Ruiyu comforting Gu Ruirui, and after the pent-up frustration in her heart had finally vented, she found that Gu Ruirui actually looked somewhat adorable.
"The Special Department is the state’s agency for handling paranormal events. It consists primarily of cultivators and people with supernatural abilities. Old Qin is a Third-Grade Metal-element esper," Su Lou added, offering an explanation from the side.
Having finally endured until dark, famished, the sword boy showed no intention of preparing dinner for him.
Wang Ying’s expression turned remarkably colorful in an instant. On that youthful face, a myriad of emotions appeared—bewilderment, shock, disbelief, and confusion.