Volume 1, Chapter 132: Seeking Su Ningxia's Hand in Marriage

“I don’t want to listen,” Su Ningxia said coolly.

“I promised to marry you!”

At these words, Su Ningxia frowned and looked at Fu Zhilin.

Usually, when he was in seclusion, he would turn off his phone to avoid disturbances from calls or messages that might interrupt his cultivation.

The fall of Qianxi City was caused by Chen Zhao leading the attack, and it was said that the scheme involving the beauty trap was his idea; even the beauty was personally chosen by him. This grudge was deep indeed.

As long as one donned a hooded robe and remained silent, Ron was certain that even if Raffi lived among humans, he would not be suspected.

Li Xi noticed him momentarily stunned and inexplicably recalled the scene of Xiao Yi outside the courtyard forcing her to come out that day. Some things, like genuine concern, cannot be feigned.

Rong Xiu gave her a look, and Meng Yao immediately sprang up as if shocked by an electric shock, ignoring even her injured waist.

After opening his eyes, Fu Simo stared fixedly at a spot for a long time before slowly speaking, “Better now.” He glanced at the clock on the wall and pushed himself up.

The orange cat was already quite hefty, but after practicing kung fu, its weight did not lessen; instead, it grew heavier.

In America, discrimination against XX is a very sensitive topic, and one can feel it almost everywhere and at all times.

During the period after Fu Simo woke up, she had come to see him once, but at that time she did not encounter Tang Qingcheng.

Everyone was seated on both sides of the long table. Robert, dressed neatly, smiled and bowed slightly as he placed Ron at the far end of the table.

Shi Bai had been observing the area for some time. He knew that at this hour, a patrol of Shu soldiers would pass through and that the soldiers on both sides held no particular hostility toward each other. He planned to lead men disguised as Yan Prefecture troops to deliberately provoke a dispute with the Shu soldiers.

A straight blade of wind sliced silently toward Uchiha Fugaku, cutting through trees with a rumbling sound as they fell to the ground.

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Several other passersby were also stopped by monks for the same reason. The monks looked fierce and relentless, refusing to let anyone pass without paying.

“Waa…” The young man from Baotou wept bitterly, while nearby, Yu Di's heart was torn apart. In a flash, he appeared before the Han man and struck him with a palm, sending him flying over ten meters. The Han man groaned and passed out—he likely wouldn’t survive.

Terrified, everyone immediately fell silent, hastily rushing over to find stones and start pushing them.

Zi Huang, however, found a shady spot and lay down, watching those people push the stones.

Thus, Shamo Wen surrendered his military authority, and all his soldiers were reorganized as clerks under Shu army command. His jurisdiction was also handed over, to be governed by the newly restructured Liangzhou Prefecture under Zhu Nao.

Rather than stirring up trouble and escalating matters, it was better to go home and have a New Year's Eve dinner with parents.

Karen sensed the unusual expression in his eyes and felt even more uneasy. Only when speaking of Tianya did her cousin’s eyes reveal sorrow, tenderness, and the same emotion that surfaced then.

“We must get there and find the new authentication card to release Jill and the others,” Uchiha Madara said.

Wang Zhan sneered, examined him with interest for a moment, then turned back to continue eating meat.

Liu Xiaoyan’s beautiful eyes brimmed with longing. Though she had never filmed an MV nor was she part of the entertainment circle, she looked forward eagerly to what was about to happen, especially since the male lead was Lin Zihan.

This soul jade piece looked imbued with ancient charm; even if Qingxia wasn’t imprisoned inside it, she would have sold it for a good price, as it was a fine ancient jade.

Monks. Nearly thirty submachine guns firing simultaneously; no matter how strong the monk’s invulnerability was, even if he were made of iron, he would be torn to pieces.

For some reason, after hearing Chu Kui’s words, Fu Sheng unexpectedly laughed aloud despite scolding her.

“What did you do to her?” Ding Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the other warily.

But Prince Typhon had already recovered from his shock. Though impulsive, he was not foolish. After pondering, he found Qin Ming’s words unreliable.

It was no wonder Feng Jinglan’s legs trembled—who could remain calm when faced with a massive coffin right before them?

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Just then, a sky full of red beams suddenly moved, gradually converging from a chaotic net of light toward the center.

As Qin Ming’s words fell, the world seemed to boil over. This giant palm exuded overwhelming force, suppressing the golden light of Hong Jin’s flood dragon formation until it dimmed. The once orderly formation collapsed, and over ten thousand heavenly soldiers were routed.

Everyone involved in the surgery entered the operating room, watching Jiang Nan perform the puncture procedure with utmost seriousness.

“Alright, I know a few sisters. I’ll help you inquire when the time comes,” Red Sister said cheerfully.

Even if Li Zhenhua could be saved this time, he would soon suffer another stroke, each episode more critical than the last.

With the tall man and Qiu Chunrou both taken care of by Xu Baichuan, only Ying Hongle remained face-to-face with Xu Baichuan and Xiong Tao.

He indeed had broken Xiong Tao’s leg. When Xu Baichuan saw Xiong Tao receiving treatment for that broken leg at the Wan Shan Hall under the divine doctor Zhang Shanren, he paid no mind.

Shen Zhiyi sat back on the bed quietly waiting. It was unclear how long she waited until footsteps finally sounded outside the door.

Bai Jinsong picked up the fresh, unprocessed ginseng, which still carried the scent of natural earth, holding it lovingly. He looked it over from every angle, praising it continuously with a smiling face.

She would rather hear Song Zhiwei say she wasn’t pregnant than face the cruel truth that the child inside her womb was already dead.

Jiang Nan had reached the peak of her career. If she spoke official or flowery words, she wouldn’t lose to Jiang Minqiu at all.

Otherwise, how could he be locked inside Zhu Youxiao’s coffin, waiting for everyone to die one by one before his eyes?