Chapter 67: Lin Zhan's Final Struggle

Keeping secrets from her would forever create a barrier between them. Sparks of romance might still ignite, but they would be entirely one-sided—stemming from her toward him, while he would remain unable to fully invest himself or ever truly fall in love.

Naturally, Su Mo's anticipation of watching the seductive demon flounder in place like a caterpillar was, as expected, dashed.

Luo Nan opened the door and stepped outside. Teacher Li was sweeping the living room, her steps unsteady and her movements slow. Luo Nan immediately hurried forward to take the broom from her hands and helped with the cleaning.

Chen Cheng still held a deep admiration for this burly man; despite being so heavily injured, he insisted on participating in the final showdown.

The red carpet stretched all the way outside the palace, exuding a truly magnificent aura. Ministers bustled back and forth, smiles gracing every face, for today was indeed a day well worth celebrating.

This remark left much to the imagination, especially given that the knight whom Luo Nan had deliberately let go ended up dead at the Demon City Airport—clearly the work of some powerful family pulling strings behind the scenes.

Meanwhile, when Liang Hao produced the soul treasure, the Buddha Bowl, and opened the Longevity Realm to reinforce his spiritual perception, he immediately detected powerful fluctuations of the soul.

The cosmic starry rivers, and everything else in this world, found it impossible to escape the profound power of his hands.

"My good sister, thank you so much!" Lin Chengyue embraced her tightly, resting her head on Lin Chengzhuang's shoulder, weeping bitter tears until her sniffling and crying soaked right through the other's lapels.

What a terrifying individual. If he wanted her dead, she would have no power to fight back whatsoever. Realizing this, Liang Guodong felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He had no idea what kind of courage he had summoned to dare seek this person out on his own initiative. Fortunately, he hadn't offended him.

Ning Feng nodded, yet remained silent. In truth, Ning Feng did not see it that way at all. After all, he could clearly read from Zhang Hao's expression that this time, he did not seem to have come looking for trouble.

"Pure natural soda water, requiring no processing whatsoever—just bottle it and sell it!" As he spoke, he picked up a bottle from the side, aimed it at the tap, and with a swift *whoosh*, the bottle was filled to the brim.

This young man, named Liu Haotian, was a well-known prodigal in Yanjing, and possessed quite a notorious reputation within Yanjing University as well.

As for the artists cultivated by those agencies, none of the shareholders dared to touch them. After all, aside from Blue Sky and the chairman, none of the other shareholders held more than five percent of the shares—how could any of them dare to mess with the company's cash cows?

It was not because the house was worth a fortune that he was reluctant to part with it, but rather because he could not bear to sever his longing for his Great-grandfather. After all, during his most ignorant and impressionable years, it was the old man who had instilled knowledge in him and made him understand the principle that there are always people better than oneself, and heavens beyond the heavens.

An Zili walked over, and Cheng Tianyi personally picked up a wine glass from the side, pouring a drink for An Zili.

Yet this time, the victims had been cheated too severely, and thirty thousand was indeed a substantial sum. If one were to buy a house in the city center, those thirty thousand would be enough just to cover the down payment.

In the next instant, however, dense bolts of killing light materialized before him with terrifying abruptness, instantly riddling his body with countless holes.

After checking out, Shen Long drove the car and headed toward the airport with the two of them. Passing by the wedding venue, they heard the sound of firecrackers and fireworks going off; the Liang family's wedding had officially begun.

"Yes, the other party has already categorized everything in the most detailed manner!" Wan Fu nodded heavily. He then struck a keyboard, and a hexagonal data frame on the screen suddenly expanded.

Lu Yu, now walking at a distance, naturally heard Tu Kahuo's shouts, understood their intent, and was well aware of the value of the medicinal herbs he had just taken.

Two tentacles coiled around a gigantic tree that required three people to embrace, and with a violent heave, the massive tree was pulled up completely by its roots.

It was still a punch, but this time the feeling it conveyed was immensely heavy, as if a profound, heavy blow had struck directly against one's heart. Such a heavy attack was remarkably formidable—slightly weaker than his own summoned Sword God sword stream, yet far stronger than any of his other offensive techniques.

Zhang Ruofeng, the number one point guard of Nanshan High School, sat in the back row, feeling genuinely amused. To think that in this era, defining the label of a trendsetter was as simple as owning an MP3 player?

Wang Chen, sitting in the passenger seat, muttered softly to himself, having just overheard the conversation between Xue Jiagui and Fengwei, which made him desperately want to laugh.

Once unleashed, this Phantom Sword Stream could generate countless illusory shadows, making it utterly impossible for opponents to defend against.

Upon hearing that there were outsiders present, Old Master Qian formally reseated himself, refusing to lose his decorum in front of guests.

The next day happened to be Qingming Festival, and Ye Yaoqiao and Han Shaoxun pushed Director Lin to the Nanshan Cemetery in a wheelchair, intending to pay their respects to Ye Yaoqiao's mother.

"At the end of this mountain trail lies the secret passage of our village. The only people who know about it are my father, myself, and the Great Elder of the clan, who is my grandfather. Even I was only told about it by my father when we came out last time," Wu Lin'er explained.

At this moment, the onlookers standing far off in the distance had originally assumed that Yan Zhen was certain to meet his doom facing Fu Yunshou, one of the five great demon kings.

"Alright, since you've decided to do this, I support you!" Feng Shouren's gaze turned solemn, as if he had made a momentous decision, and he spoke to Xing Dongquan.

Regarding the matter of the Dongchang Marquis Estate, my view is very simple. As the legal first wife, I must steadfastly uphold my position as the legal first wife.