Chapter 22: Who on earth is he?

After resting at home for a few days and finally regaining some energy, Qin Wanyi received an invitation from her best friend, Shen Lin.

"Aren't you afraid of your Ji Feng?" Before Shen Lin could even mention where they were going, Qin Wanyi assumed it was a bar. Recalling the lesson she had learned not long ago, she couldn't help but tease her.

Shen Lin's cheeks flushed crimson. "Yi-bao! What are you talking about..."

"What if I don't go back to the tent?" She wanted to exercise; she would like to see who could stop her.

In that examination, the second-place score in mathematics was 136. That individual was also a top genius held in high regard, yet they were still utterly crushed by Jiang Weiyu.

Meimei’s wedding dress was scattered with rose petals. She held Yan Mingshun’s arm as they stepped onto the stage, with children trailing behind them, holding up her long train and following in her every step.

He did not know who was in charge of the Daxia Gate, so he spoke vaguely, not daring to say he had come to pay respects to the Emperor or Prince Yong.

"Why did you go to Lele’s school? Didn’t you promise me you wouldn't?" Yan Mingshun questioned coldly.

Zhou Mo gently stroked her cheek. With their parting imminent, his gaze upon Fan Ji was filled with profound reluctance.

At this moment, after the negotiations concluded, the primordial gods descended to make preliminary preparations, readying themselves to welcome the descent of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.

Upon hearing this, the Great Radiant God did not heed Tai Yi’s coaxing; instead, he carefully examined this power and contemplated these two mystical arts.

Divided into two teams, there must be two commanders! After all, if one commander cannot see the situation on the other side, no matter how brilliant they are, they cannot fully utilize their potential.

I suddenly remembered that it was to save me that Xu Nuo had been ambushed, leaving him covered in wounds and still lying unconscious in the hospital.

Qin Yilong sat in the west seat, facing east. To his left were Jiang Yong, Lin Yuan, Lian Ruixiang, and Lian Ruihe in order. To his right were three new faces, presumably those Qin Yilong had recruited in recent days.

It seemed that the Desolate Ancient Jiang family and the Fulong Sacred Ground had reached an agreement, which was why Saint Guchun had changed his previous demeanor.

Local officials of all levels in Fanyang were also present. As the troop halted before them, the head of the Lu family was about to pay his respects when he heard a loud shout.

"Huang Yuanchang, it has been a long time. Aren't you happy to see me?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking at Huang Yuanchang with cold eyes.

"Eat some fish." Bei Zhiyao still picked out a piece of fish, carefully removed the bones, and placed it in her bowl.

On the eve of the New Year, the entire city of Chang'an was ablaze with lights. The curfew was lifted for the night, and the village was bustling with life. Children played, and Tusu wine flowed; the golden-guarded cavalry of the Han dynasty arrived, and every household prepared Tusu wine in emerald-green parrot-shaped cups.

Following her gaze, she saw a frail, sickly-looking woman being helped by the tall and handsome Xie Guangyao, and her eyes lit up involuntarily.

Jiang Hao’s expression remained unchanged. This must be one of Yan Zhenyi’s sorcery techniques. Among the elite disciples Jiang Hao had faced previously, Hua Feng’s fourth-grade superior mystical technique, "Seven Absolute Fires," was considered the most formidable.

Jin Yuguang said coldly, "I am returning." She had used the excuse of patrolling the border for this trip; if she returned too late, it would surely arouse Yu Tianjiao’s suspicions.

That face, usually cold and stiff, finally lost its composure, transforming with a captivating radiance.

The ghost king, who looked like a mule, spoke to the Fierce Ghost King. Judging by his tone, this Fierce Ghost King seemed to be the strongest among this group of ghosts.

Shi Quan always liked to provoke Li Xiaoshang, but after all, he was just a young man; he blushed, truly afraid he might have hurt her. Instinctively, he reached out to caress the place where they had just been intimate.

The Soul-Casting Spotted Wolf remained expressionless and said, "Heh, I don't feel happy at all receiving praise from someone like you." With that, his killing intent rose once more.