Chapter 102: A Wife’s Duty

Seeing Yuan Xiangdie’s expression inevitably stirred some restless thoughts. Recently, there had indeed been some free time; perhaps it was time to finally go and obtain the marriage certificate.

Because of the many issues in the Central Southern District, with large companies beginning to reorganize, all projects had come to a standstill.

While waiting, Jin Yuan suddenly stood up, drawing all eyes upon him. Yuan Xiangdie widened her eyes, watching the man approach, uncertain of his intentions.

“The time has come; we should return.”

“Sorry, I must return to our home with my husband.”

Yuan Xiangdie keenly sensed the man’s displeasure...

With a tremendous bang, Zhu Jiu Yin’s destructive treasure clashed with the Thunder Sword, unleashing a wave of annihilating energy that swept across the entire Blood Sea. Even the underworld trembled, as if the entire Three Realms were on the verge of destruction. Countless natural disasters unfolded within the Earth Immortal Realm, leaving all the saints dumbfounded by such upheaval.

A series of sharp ringing sounds arose. Xiao Wen was momentarily stunned, for he saw pale radiant beams fly forth from the ten limbs of Xuan Huo, but instead of heading toward him and Zi Yan, they flew toward the distant heavens and earth.

“All right, let us rest,” Li Yu said softly as he lifted the light beauty and walked toward the rear tent.

Yet by this time, the situation was far from ordinary. The Cleveland Knights’ position in the match was unlike anything they had encountered in the previous two games.

For this scene, he had even purchased the film rights to this song, but perhaps it was better to wait until after the second preview.

“Your Majesty, the prolonged military drills are necessary for strengthening our forces, but other nations will not grant our Great Zhao much time,” Xingren Louyuan said calmly. He had long agreed with King Dan of Zhao’s approach, and since it diverged from Lord Pingyuan’s methods, he felt even more compelled to support it.

Chen Cheng felt the approving gaze from Jiang Jie’s eyes and quickly organized his thoughts, preparing phrases for the upcoming questioning.

His body trembled increasingly violently. Seeing this, Lan Di secretly sighed, already understanding his thoughts.

Now, with the match about to begin, the players naturally took to the field. For the Miami Heat, united as one and having strengthened their interior lineup, they believed themselves unbeatable this season.

Aike was well aware that what he learned at film school was rigid and lifeless. If everything were to follow such dead rules, it would be more fitting to be a film instructor than a director.

“Are you courting death?!” Du Yuanming grabbed her, his Crescent Moon Blade inching closer to her throat.

Chen Xu scratched the back of his head, feeling that 160 bombers were truly excessive. Even after the Cold War, when the United States dominated globally, they retained only around seventy B-52s to maintain strategic deterrence worldwide.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m merely borrowing the army’s discipline and training methods, not turning them all into soldiers,” Gao Feng explained.

Duan Zong arrogantly finished speaking and strode toward the gateway of Heaven on Earth. But after just one glance, his face flushed red, and he quickly returned.

“All right, all right, you have the final say. If after hearing a few more segments, you still believe she should not die, then let her live,” Gao Feng conceded.

Xia Yu did not think much of it. What lingered in her mind was the name the divine princess Tianqing had written on the scroll.

“It’s over, all over!” Witnessing the scene firsthand, Yuan Li broke into a silly grin.

Lin Qingxia first nodded, then, seeing Murong Yanyu’s surprised expression, smiled and said, “Of course not, just joking. Don’t be angry.” Saying so, she fed Murong Yanyu a bite of the freshly served Thai stir-fried rice noodles.

When Xia Yu reached the pool by the canyon, she curved her index finger to her lips and whistled. Then, a tentacle slowly extended from the water’s edge, coiling around her waist.

Ling Lei was a great treasure, and Gao Feng naturally wanted to hold on tightly. In truth, he saw that Ling Lei’s obsession with gunpowder research had reached an extreme, which made Gao Feng all the more supportive.