Episode 118, Chapter 7

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Although the Kang family had prepared nothing, and no one even knew that Shumei was getting married today, the sound of Zhang Jizong’s trumpet still attracted a few curious villagers.

"It’s true! I noticed my contract is gone too! How wonderful, I am free! I am going to be a free unicorn! Goodbye, Master!" Baicai jumped up and down in joy, ready to flee, when he immediately received a sharp rap on the head.

The old lady’s grandson was bound tightly, his two cheeks flushed red, as if he had windburn from the high plateaus.

Yang Ding reminded Pei Shengqin that everyone else had already recited their poems, and he was the only one left.

"Because some tree seeds are normally encased in thick resin, they are only exposed after being subjected to temperatures above 50°C. In other words, forest fires have become a necessary medium for their reproduction."

A youth who looked extremely inexperienced stepped out from behind the ancestor, his face filled with excitement.

"Oh, she just said she was going to the Chu State as well, and after asking when we were departing, she left," Dongguo Wu answered truthfully.

With a wave of his hand, Wu Mingfeng signaled to his dozen or so subordinates, who swarmed forward and surrounded Su Ming completely.

For over thirty years, Wu Ju had been deceived by her, and this time, no matter what, she would not be soft-hearted again.

When Wang Tong looked over, he saw the deity’s body begin to glow, and then a beam of light erupted, diving rapidly toward the ground.

The enemy arrayed before them was the most ferocious army in the world, filled with such murderous intent that it seemed to change the heavens and the earth, making it feel not like living men stood in formation, but countless tigers and wolves.

Xuan Shengbei was so terrified his face turned deathly pale. He lunged forward frantically, arms outstretched, and caught the falling bride securely.

"Uncle Xiao, he is truly afraid that I will die..." Rong Li’s shoulders trembled slightly, the corners of her lips growing increasingly bitter.

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The pain in his face brought the Marquis of Qin back to his senses. Thinking of how mercilessly Qin Yan had struck him, the Marquis felt a hint of guilt, but even more so, a sense of resentment.

When Shen Wan learned that the wound on her husband-in-name-only, Qin Yan’s forehead, had been caused by that wretched woman Qian throwing a rock, she grew even more indignant.

Having finally endured until the day for the bride’s return visit to her parents' home, it was clear that Liu Hai Feng truly did not care what Qi Mengyao said to her family, as he did not even accompany her.

In her dream, the irresistible power and oppression of the Silver Wing Empire’s massive warships left her unable to breathe. In that dream, figure after figure fell in a sea of blood—the Great Emperor, her imperial brothers and sisters, and countless people of Tianyuan.

The fall of the Holy Son Jehovah Canaan was an unacceptable reality to the Amra people. They refused to acknowledge his status as the Holy Son and abandoned him in the Valley of the Fallen alongside all the Blood Angels.

When the Second Prince, Lanade, arrived by carriage and saw the various carriages outside, his expression turned somber.

"Hey, isn’t that a bit much?" He Qizheng felt annoyed at the sight of Feng Qinghou’s lifeless demeanor. Why did no one seem to believe in me, the Great Hero Guo?

"Feng Huo Lian Cheng, I am giving you until noon today to withdraw your troops from Tianmen Village, or I will kill you!" Fu Qingzhu said in a low, stern voice.

"At all times, you must respect the elderly and cherish the young, and contribute your share to the family! Your mother has suffered enough humiliation over the years; isn’t it time for you to do something for her?"

Inside, several people were already seated. Lin Dachao found his seat according to the number and sat down, looking around.

According to the description, the Purple Cloud Divine Art was divided into seven levels. The higher one practiced, the more profound it became; it could not be mastered by those without great perseverance and wisdom. Despite his own painstaking efforts and total devotion, he had only reached the third level. Like his late master, there was no one left to guide him, and he could only grope forward on his own.

After thanking Sister-in-law Sun, Hua Rujin continued her work, and the two chatted idly.

Upon arriving at his house, Song Chenbai took out a medical kit, first using an iodine swab to disinfect her, then applying a cool, soothing ointment.

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Regarding Jin Canyi’s questioning, Qin Chuan turned his face away, ignoring him entirely. But Jin Canyi was different; his eyes remained fixed on Qin Chuan, burning with anger.

When he asked this, everyone was left dumbfounded. Besides trash, there were no other tools around them.

He was not the only youth like this; dozens of others had been chosen at the same time.

Mother Ye’s movements as she washed the dishes paused slightly. Her gaze lingered on the swaying weeping willow outside the window for a long moment before she withdrew it, letting out a soft sigh as she continued to wash.

The two stood in the center of the rooftop. Four paper talismans were placed in the four cardinal directions, about ten paces away from them.

Seeing the expression of this weird uncle Jiang Xie, Ruoyou really couldn’t understand what there was to be so excited about.

Some things are just so unreasonable, yet everyone was immediately convinced. The gazes directed at Yin Li and Bai Lang began to turn hostile, while the two of them collapsed to the ground, trembling like chaff and pale as ashes.

Watching Yan Yuncheng feed the elixir to Lan He, Hou Lei was astonished, his eyes filled with intense envy.

Howls and roars of agony began to sound, as the countless Asuras from the Hell Asura Map began to rush out, seemingly intent on shattering Chen Xiao, who dared to attack them.