Chapter 102: Mo Ziyuan Drunk
He felt that he had never seen such a smile from his beloved—so sweet, with tenderness and affection woven into every curve of her brows, it pierced his eyes like a sharp blade. He berated himself for not keeping track of every detail about her; had he done so, he would never have given this young man a single chance, and this painful scene would never have unfolded.
He had investigated the young man’s background. The results showed an average family situation. Although capable, his talents were confined to the campus; once in society, he would be utterly worthless. Such a decent-looking boy was unworthy of his beloved!
Even though at this moment he held her sweet smile in his hands, what did it matter? They were destined to part...
As time slipped away, the combined forces of the entire sect steadily prepared for the grand wedding, moving busily and methodically forward.
Raphael seemed to have lost all strength and could only sit on the ground, his expression blank, staring at Qingming in disbelief.
The other kobolds widened their eyes, watching Loren with growing tension, their fear soaring.
Zhao Di clearly did not expect Jiang Shang to launch a sudden counterattack at this moment. It came without warning, and Zhao Di was pierced through by the thunderous strike.
According to the original story, he became more restrained, more resolute, even ruthlessly cruel—and, of course, darker in spirit.
Under the relentless assault of spatial missiles, electromagnetic pulse bombs, and laser weapons, the zombie fleet began to retreat, unable to withstand the onslaught.
Yazi followed the direction she pointed toward, but saw nothing but dense trees and the occasional bird flying by.
They had no idea which songs Chen Ping had filled in; it was not a matter of any secrecy agreement between Chen Ping and Roman.
Upon learning that their ancestral tomb was trapped with such a formidable formation, King Wu was furious to the point of grinding his teeth. Yet, when it came to ordering his men to dismantle the formation, he could not summon the necessary resolve.
"This morning, Bai Feiyu and Kong Xing went to Kyoto City to inspect a project, but Kong Xing attacked them, and then..." the pudgy envoy recounted the sequence of events briefly.
"Yuer, from now on, whatever happens, let's discuss it together, alright?" His voice was low and gentle, imbued with a warmth as mellow as fine wine.
At the same time, the shattered space slowly expanded until it reached thousands of zhang. Then, a colossal creature, two thousand zhang in length, emerged before everyone.
Qin Yang’s Desolation Qi Stream grew stronger as his cultivation advanced. Now, wielding the power of an early to mid-stage Ancient War God, even peak ordinary Ancient War Gods had to hold him in cautious respect.
"Did you tell them? Did you need everyone to know? After all, this is between you and me," Su Ye said, her scalp tingling as the news came crashing in like a wave. She had always feared such exposure.
"Why bring this up all of a sudden?" Wen Yu was puzzled, hesitating a moment. He wondered if Song Yixing had said something to him.
Qingqing was utterly confused, recalling the moments before she fainted. At the time, she had sorrowfully believed that Chu Tian would abandon her. Now, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt. How could Chu Tian be that kind of man?
Lan Qingling calmed her emotions, yet her eyes remained deep, dark ink-black, like a bottomless black whirlpool—cold, eerie, and terrifying.
"How could the Dalian people cause trouble at such a time? Are they not afraid that in a fit of rage, Great Qi would utterly annihilate Dalian? Aren’t they just throwing stones at an iron egg?" The Empress Dowager snorted coldly.
Looking down at Jian Su’s unguarded face and recalling her recent rise to prominence, she reached out and pulled her inside.
"Let’s go, no need to complicate things," Murong Ziyan urged, glancing at the dazed Xu Yichen.
While Jiang Yan spoke, her hands never stopped working. Soon, she had fashioned a stone circle in the center of the kitchen.
Jiang Zisu saw her like this and felt a pang of worry. Yet, she was helpless. She said she was tired, hadn’t rested well. He believed her, but he knew his sister was harboring some hidden worry.