Chapter 56: I Will Not Marry You

Si Yao's pupils flickered as she lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes. Xing Ani approached, arm in arm with her uncle. Si Yao didn't feel much toward Xing Ani's adoptive father, Uncle Xing Jue—only knowing he was considered a devoted man, whose affection for his infertile wife seemed almost too perfect to be real. She nodded politely. "Hello, Mr. Xing."

Xing Daiwei paused for a moment.

Tomorrow, they might have to go to Tianjiang City, and Luo Yang wanted to rest and restore his energy; only then would he have the strength to battle his foes.

However, there were three major taxi companies in the city. Finding that specific driver without any other evidence was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

He knew that three cultivators at the Law Realm, accompanied by a hundred at the Condensed Spirit Realm, had arrived with the unmistakable intent to seize everything atop the eight altars on the fifth level of the ruins—including, naturally, the Heavenly Sword.

Moreover, purchasing that centuries-old piece of cornelian cherry for a mere two million was hardly a loss for Ye Youran.

And not only that—after thousands or even tens of thousands of years, Wu Zhiqi had managed to refine both the chains that bound him and the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, breaking free from the depths at last.

It was like the despair felt by countless immortals and gods when, millions of years ago, the sky-devouring behemoth surged into the celestial realm.

For the wealthy who drove luxury cars, it was never a loss to give a little extra; she understood this game well. It was called "hard to get."

Hearing Long Hanxue's words, Hu Yin was astonished. After all, it had taken him five years to improve his reaction speed from 2.3 seconds to 2.1, and now he found it impossible to make even the slightest progress. Yet Long Hanxue claimed he still had untapped potential?

Jiang Xuan's father looked at her in puzzlement, unable to fathom why she had suddenly used a technique meant to deal with ghosts. Wasn't this revealing their own strength?

Time ticked by slowly. Only after a long while did Su Bai awaken from his memories, forcing himself to bury his longing deep within his heart.

Because their family raised so much poultry and livestock, Mei Zhijun and She Yufen hadn't ended up like other families—either sitting idle and watching their resources dwindle or leaving home to find work.

Standing beside the man, Gu Xi and her companions could clearly sense the chill in Gu Mochen's voice as he spoke.

She shifted her gaze without a trace of reluctance, not knowing where it landed. This feeling of being so thoroughly overlooked left Mu An uncomfortably unsettled.

Mu Jingchen paused mid-step when she called out to him. Turning back, he saw her breathlessly hurrying toward him, holding out a length of steel rebar.

Some things were best left unspoken—the understanding shared among men of the new era. After all, these days, what man hasn't dabbled in a bit of 'philosophy'?

Seeing him like that, Ye Fan felt awkward sitting on him any longer and could only hop off and walk on his own.

It was clear without asking—her careless words last night must have troubled her all evening, leaving Ji Yuwei feeling indebted to the Li family.

Her long, jet-black hair was pinned up with a hairpin after being gathered by that person, whose movements were deft and practiced, as though dressing someone’s hair was second nature. Murong Xi was startled by the familiarity.

"You'd better not brush me off. There are a lot of people at home today, so you must come back," Ao Tiancheng warned Ao Ying, worried he would try to avoid him, and reminded him again.

She Yufen set down the child and went to help, while Mei Zhizhong and Mei Zhijun stood in the yard, talking with troubled expressions.

Even if the tribe advocated attacking the northern states, it was only in search of room to survive.

As for the remaining martial arts supreme, Zhong Wunian, he didn't return straight to the distant Yuanshi Dao Sect on the solitary island in the East Sea. Instead, he took his direct disciple Ning Xuanzhen and followed Ling Zhongxiao to the heart of Central State, where the Iron-Blooded Guard was stationed.

As she spoke, her body was already swaying toward the lord's table. If one were to ignore her head and look only at her figure, the word "bewitching" would hardly suffice.