Chapter Thirty-Two: The Engagement

Before Shu Yiming could figure out the intentions of the person before him, Shu Zucheng laughed as he drank his soup and said, “A Ming, hurry up and serve Lili some food! Lili just returned from abroad today, and she’s your bride-to-be. You must treat her well and not neglect her!”

Shu Yiming was stunned, nearly jumping out of his seat. “Uncle? Are you kidding me? When did I ever…”

It cried as it walked toward Yan Beiluo, implying that it was suffering so much and Yan Beiluo wasn’t comforting it at all—it was utterly unloved.

The Dao Sovereign established the laws of heaven, and the rules he set did indeed protect the world for a hundred thousand years, but they also restricted everyone.

Mu Nianci was amazed by everything before her; Huang Rong’s culinary skills were truly extraordinary.

Someone wanted to ask questions, but the landlord merely urged everyone to return to their rooms, never mentioning a word about the footage on the surveillance.

The old man, disturbed by the incident, came from afar, arriving instantly in the Holy Capital via the teleportation array.

After more than a month together, Mu Xuanxuan and her brother were no longer as afraid of Yan Beiluo as before, yet the impression left by the original owner could not simply be forgotten—there was still a lingering shadow.

“It’s like this: a few days ago, my father gave me an earring, but I lost it. Mr. Li, have you seen it? If not, I’ll go search elsewhere.” With that, Su Nian turned around, ready to leave.

Zhou Botong unleashed the Kongming Fist he had developed over the past decade—a single punch blasted forth.

He casually taught a lesson to the local gang’s thugs, instantly elevating Huo Yuhao’s reputation.

The man’s entire occiput was firmly gripped by the Soul Sage. He felt an immense suction as though his very soul was being drawn out.

Three days was not much time; it certainly wasn’t enough to practice the sword formation. This was the only method she could think of to delay them. She herself was human—she couldn’t stand by and watch her own kind perish at the hands of demons. Were not those youths the same?

The jade token truly had mysterious qualities, easily blocking others’ spiritual probes—perfect for concealing one’s identity.

With a flicker in his hand, a shuttle-shaped magical device appeared. He muttered a few words, then waved his hand; a surge of spiritual light erupted, causing the device to shine brilliantly. Once airborne, it rapidly expanded into a massive airship over twenty yards long, appearing before everyone.

She decisively picked up QB, placing it on her own seat and sitting down herself. Only then did she realize that using QB as a cushion made the seat remarkably comfortable.

Rong Yixia, sobbing, threw herself into Yan Qing’s arms, her tears soaking the disheveled green front of his robe.

Baffled, Miette turned and looked around. Moments later, she saw a figure emerge from the dim night, illuminated faintly in the distance.

Then, the beam of light shooting from the Jade Tower doubled in brightness, like a sword plunging fiercely into the blood cocoon.

“Elder Qin said he would personally negotiate with the demon tribe, hoping to secure more slots for entering the secret treasury,” Jun Wuyou said, gratitude shining in his eyes as he spoke of his family.

Thus, magnificent and beautiful Paris, this burgeoning Roman capital, passed its days in a subtle and tense atmosphere. Few knew the inner conflict raging in the heart of Gratian within the palace.

Leng Yihan picked up the children and walked over, gathering them and her into his broad embrace.

Hearing the sound of retching, Cheng Xinyan’s stomach churned with nausea, just as An Yaoxun’s voice rang out, “That wretched girl…” He paused, then picked up his chopsticks and put a mouthful of food into his mouth.