Despair

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“I order you to divorce Lu Tangtang immediately! How old are you, getting married at such a young age—did you even get our consent? Do you think that as the heir, your marriage is like a daughter-in-law’s business, and you can do whatever you want?” The matriarch Ji scolded him furiously.

Anqi Ji knew Furong Ji was already deeply entangled in this; it wouldn’t be easy to reason with her. Given that, she had no choice but to focus on Xiao Zhe.

She could sense the mysterious aura emanating from Heng Yanlin’s hand gestures, revealing a subtle feeling that was hard to put into words.

Xiao Zhe thought that whatever he said would convince Anqi Ji, but to his surprise, she had orchestrated a meeting between him and Xinliang Ji, secretly eavesdropping on their conversation to confirm the truth.

Even Zhuge Liang called himself a “widower,” refusing to remarry. Yet these people wouldn’t let him be, nor would they spare themselves.

Xiao Zhe’s heart burned with impatience to claim Xinliang Ji; when that time came, he vowed to deliver a resounding slap to Xiao Yan.

Regardless of whether Heng Yanlin admitted it, what followed was no longer his decision to make lightly.

“Prajna?” I instinctively turned my head and saw that familiar face, beaming with warmth and longing.

Zhao Qian was doing well, now a prosperous man with a large household. It was only natural he wanted a son of his own. He himself was ill and unable to conceive, having consulted many renowned doctors to no avail.

It turned out that when the tongue was burned, Ruan Meng told Yang Jian that only a kiss could cure it, thus tricking Yang Jian into his first kiss.

“Brother-in-law, I knew you had a way! You’re the best!” Lin Bing, though having known Lv Qiushi for only a short time, never doubted him; if Lv Qiushi said it would work, it surely would.

“Disciple, do not let the power of your soul spread too widely; keep it within safe limits,” Xiaoyao Wuji gently reminded.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed the spiritual beast flying toward him. Terrified, he immediately tried to dodge. Though he knew he was no match for the beast, he refused to sit idly by and intended to struggle further.

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Wang Xian refined the Wind and Fire Immortal Wings, which merged directly onto his shoulders. With a thought, the wings materialized and spread wide.

Could it be that the undead are not conjured from thin air, but arise only under certain conditions? Otherwise, why would Tian Qiang’s sect spend vast sums researching something Tian Qiang himself considered illusory?

Though Lin Feng was seated, someone noticed him and sought to cause trouble.

The cultivator whose spiritual sense was wounded by Qin Yang’s profound power felt a stinging pain as if pricked by needles. In panic, he sacrificed part of his spiritual sense, decisively severed a portion, and retracted the remainder.

The cheeks blushed like rouge, pure as snow, with a faint enchanting fragrance—floral yet musky. The most captivating part was the shy act of undressing, forcing Li Si to suppress his restless desires with internal energy.

“Of course, don’t you know who I am? Though that person hid extremely well, how could they escape my soul perception?” The Five Elements Sword Radiance said proudly.

After a long silence, the March night breeze remained chilly. Flowering trees surrounded the pavilion, faintly fragrant. Lanterns burned bright on all sides. Shen Wan wrapped her cloak tightly, leaned back in her chair, and looked up at the dark sky.

No matter what, Li Zhi needed to buy some time. Now, he stabbed the Dragon Blood Baptism Sword into the ground as dark primordial energy continuously flowed into it.

The scene shifted to the emperor’s chamber where Empress Wei and Emperor Zhongzong Li Xian were engaged in a lively debate.

Finally arriving at the place, to avoid drawing attention, Tang Feng parked the car and climbed the ninth floor step by step, foregoing the elevator.

Ling Yun looked up in astonishment, his bright eyes flickering. Hearing such words from Ling Xiao was hard to believe. Though he desperately wanted to deny the conclusion, the reasoning slowly eroded his mental defenses.

The unpleasant medicinal taste in his mouth hadn’t faded, and the fruit’s original sweetness was gone, causing Shen Wan to frown in frustration.

Had he been defeated by someone stronger, he might not have felt this way. Yet Li Zhi, clearly the weakest among all the penetrators, was the one who expelled him from the mission.

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Scooping up Jing Moli, Su Bei frowned. Why was she so light—so light he felt as if she didn’t exist? He hummed softly, placed Jing Moli in the wheelchair, adjusted her position, then pushed the chair out the door.

“So what if it is? And I’ve learned that this jade seal is hidden in your hands. Seems the rumors were true!” Empress Wei pointed at Princess Taiping.

Axing shrank his neck and looked at Master Hu with some hesitation. “Grandpa, I’ll help you later,” he whispered, then returned to the desk to do his homework.

Yet three days and four nights passed without any news of Cai Li—no sign of life or corpse.

Growing up, it was the first time anyone dared threaten a young man’s life, which infuriated him greatly, almost provoking him to act.

Cutan immediately took over the conversation, making You Meng want to curse over such matters, but in Cutan’s view, it was utterly unnecessary.

Nightmare was serious too; he knew their mid-laner’s mindset from the last game had affected this one. The coach’s idea was for them to develop steadily; they couldn’t fight early on—not Ryze, not Zac.

When Ren noticed You Meng spoke with such conviction, he finally relaxed and began teasing in earnest.

He flashed quickly, catching up and arriving beside the corpse. Opening the opponent’s clothes, he found the person unfamiliar but bearing a mark—the family emblem of the Ye clan.