Chapter 62: Gu Xichen's Frenzy

She had said it already: how could Qi Yan truly agree to marry just like that? So it was only to find someone utterly useless to disgust Lin Yuzhi. She had said it already: with Qi Yan’s extensive intelligence network, how could he not know Lin Yuzhi had prepared a candidate for his wife? Waiting passively for doom or obediently complying had never been Qi Yan’s style—otherwise, he would have lost his position as president long ago.

Still, Qi Yan had suffered a loss this time, seeking an equally matched alliance…

Yang Tian stared at her intently, hoping Sister Xue’er could come up with a good idea to help him out of his distress.

“Are you out of your mind? If you want to die so badly, shoot yourself in the head—I promise I won’t stop you!” I pulled out my pistol and tossed it in front of her, roaring like a madman.

In the next instant, he and Ge Wei vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a faint ripple in the air, already gone from this place.

In his heart, Hong Wu felt deep gratitude and respect toward Yuan Jianzong; without him, he would not be who he was today.

As for those powerful practitioners and venerable ones who escaped, few were caught. They weren’t fools—they didn’t rush back to the Sacred Mountain, but scattered and fled. No one knew where they had gone.

The atmosphere of victory slowly spread. The shop assistants at Song Xue’er’s store were all a bit excited—Fang He was so formidable that this crisis would surely be averted.

“If you’re being honest with your teacher, how many points do you think you can get on this exam?” Ji Xiaoqing raised her hand to quiet the class’s commotion, then asked thoughtfully, her expression a bit stern.

To put it simply, the taboo could reach the limit of mortal thought, but no matter what questions mortals asked, they could never touch the taboo’s true boundaries.

Frost and fire fused with the ice-sealed lands, followed by a world-cleaving strike. With the four great formation spirits besieging him, if that old man could withstand it, that would be something indeed.

I glanced back at Heidi, shrugged, flashed a proud smile, then took off running as dozens of soldiers gave chase, firing wildly. In a split second, the gunshots became a wall of sound behind me.

The spider transformed into a dazzling streak of multicolored light, passing straight through the old man’s body. In an instant, all the flesh and blood was sucked dry, leaving only a human skin that dropped to the ground.

At this supermarket, Cha Nan had just spent over sixty thousand yuan—a third of it on alcohol, of course.

Zhao Jian panicked and cried out, “We can’t interrogate him, no, we can’t! Sir, our Zhao Mo has never suffered hardship before!”

The young man was speechless after hearing his younger brother’s words—it turned out the whole thing started because his brother had bullied someone first.

Now, his spirits were flagging, especially after that battle of magic with the Daoist Qingxiao earlier, which had drained too much of his strength.

That question left them both at a loss. In Yelü Xiugo’s view, the Central Plains aiding Khitan was all for the sake of the Empress Dowager, hardly a favor to be repaid.

Just a thought from Qin Yifan, and not only could the Bai family be swept away, but even the sect backing them would be destroyed as easily as flipping a hand.

The host hadn’t expected Lin Chao to act like this, but since it was Lin Chao’s choice, he naturally wouldn’t interfere.

Cha Nan shouted as he charged forward, shoving aside the boy who had crouched down to carry Professor Li on his back.

Take, for example, the recent invasion of the Tantric monks: in the original story, he had dived into the underworld to save people without hesitation. Now, though, he hesitated, only acting after much deliberation. It seemed that my presence had made him somewhat dependent, less decisive than before.

Cecilia shrugged and handed the stack of cards and the fully-checked inventory back to Anka.

Following the sound, Yue Ling saw it was Prince Qin’s old acquaintance, Xia Shouzhong, walking in with a bright smile.

In the blink of an eye, Prince Qin’s body reacted with a spasm in his abdomen, and a mixture of broth reeking of alcohol and blood gushed from his mouth.

But as time went on, her stamina waned, while the three Digisouls grew ever more solid and increasingly difficult to deal with.