Chapter 51: Prepare to Meet Your End
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Jianghai City, the Long Family Manor.
Countless forces of technology fused together...
Now, tears could not be stopped, streaming like beads from her eyes. Yet her emotions remained just as they were in that moment: happy, blissful, warm with the knowledge that this man belonged to her. No matter what others thought, this man had personally and angrily declared himself hers.
"Of course, it was because he saw how beautiful Sister was that he recovered automatically!" Jing Yan naturally did not forget to flatter her. Though it sounded like mere flattery, it was the truth—indeed, Lin Xier was beautiful.
He knew that this person's identity was far from ordinary. If Qin Rong really provoked her, it would surely bring trouble to his own father.
"If you have the guts, then take it back!" These soldiers issued a warning, then walked away! They cared little for this place. After all, who dared cause trouble here?
Thinking of this, Qin Bin resolved that under no circumstances could the Yin-Yang Board fall into the hands of the Corpse-Driving Sect again; otherwise, dealing with them in the future would become even more difficult. Fortunately, he had destroyed the All-Seeing Eye. If they managed to awaken their ancestors, the whole world might suffer.
"Who goes there? Who dares trespass into the forbidden grounds of Maoshan's inner gate? Are you seeking death?" As Qin Bin passed through an area crowded with mounds, a sudden shout reached his ears. Two young men, about twenty years old, blocked his path.
"However, I have always been very curious. The demon beasts have always lived in the Demon Beast Forest, never attacking outsiders. Why did they suddenly go mad and assault our country? Do the representatives of the nations present have any insights?" asked the envoy from Idehui.
On the third day, before dawn, Li Jing dispatched a dozen soldiers to accompany Niu Er, carrying eight sedan chairs to protect them front and back, and set out for Niu Family Village to fetch the bride.
"How could this happen?" Tang Yiyi thought anxiously. She shoved aside the nearby policeman and quickly ran after the police car, chasing it out.
"You are not him. I won't allow you to pretend to be him," Zhong Qing whimpered, reaching out and groping at the air, dissatisfied, unable to dispel the shadow as she wished.
A few burly men continued to approach, swallowing nervously, eyes shining with greed as though they were eyeing prey.
Duanmu Deshu glanced over indifferently, considering the matter of trade and commerce. More importantly, was Xu Zhihu taking the opportunity to merge with the Lei Army?
Seeing Qiu Shaoze halt his movements, Ye Lingyu secretly sighed with relief. Thankfully, he still had a trump card. Otherwise, today he would have returned in bitter defeat.
Mu Yuxuan, upon hearing these words, was dumbfounded. Other students in this situation would beg the teacher not to expel them, but this one, instead, claimed he had no face to remain here.
What? Does that mean if she can't defeat the Poison Princess, she'll have to stay here forever? Zhong Qing felt as though struck by lightning and froze instantly.
Now Xiao Rang finally understood what had felt off earlier in the Lingyun Hall—it was simply too quiet. Aside from the disciple who greeted him, the vast hall was actually empty.
The noble title of the Duanmu family belonged to the eldest uncle, the family business to the eldest brother, and everything rented out would someday be inherited by the fostered brother from outside. What right did he have to look down on the thirteenth prince? Looking closely, his situation was as awkward as this wretch before him—unwanted by anyone.
Huang Mind understood Liu Ziyue's meaning. Huang Meng, risking much by keeping a private army near the capital, was most likely targeting the capital itself. Where Huang Meng fled mattered little; as long as the Prince's Manor guarded the capital fortress, Huang Meng would never be able to mobilize his troops into the city and realize his clandestine ambitions.