He is merely her ex-boyfriend.

Seeming to be a mixture of excitement and faint nervousness, her gaze swept quickly over Feng Jinyan before locking onto his amber-colored pupils.

"You, y-y-y-you couldn't possibly be... Lord Feng, Feng Jinyan?!"

Clasping her hands together in front of her chest, the doctor blushed instantly, her eyes filled with anticipation and excitement as her voice even grew shrill.

Slightly frowning and unwilling to converse any further with the doctor, Feng Jinyan turned around and strode out of the hospital.

Bai Luoyun had prepared a lavish dowry for herself. Although she had repeatedly requested to keep everything simple, except for the wedding ceremony itself, Bai Luoyun had meticulously prepared everything else for her.

"I'll go check on Ziyun first. You guys chat." Seeing the affectionate look in Du Le'er's eyes, Du Yan understood something.

Ever since their first encounter on the street, her voice had left a deep impression on him—such a sweet and pleasant voice, unlike any he had ever heard before.

The fiery energy in Pang Hui's hands did not wane. Beside him, more than ten figures clad in black robes leaped out swiftly, forming a battle formation. Over ten cold swords emitted seven streams of sword light as they met Zhu Nanyu head-on.

"Damn, what are you guys doing?" A voice came from the doorway, overriding Gu Yu's voice. All three of them turned to look in unison.

"Oh, with me taking charge, aren't you worried yet?" Jun Wuye smiled with utter confidence, then fished a cyan porcelain bottle from his bosom and shoved it into Zhaolu's hands.

Qin Lan, Bai Mingshi, and Zhou Zifeng huddled together to talk, leaving Jinxiu out in the cold. This made Jinxiu extremely uneasy—what on earth were they discussing? She knew they wouldn't do her any harm, but they wouldn't show any mercy to Yao Xiner either. If they truly harmed Yao Xiner, matters would become troublesome.

"That's only because Your Majesty knows how to make use of it, which not only drives our dynasty's economic development but also promotes friendly relations between nations. Your Majesty is truly wise." Dou continued to flatter; flattery was something you had to treat like everyday fare—you got used to it the more you laid it on.

The immense popularity of this game was easy to imagine, and purple equipment, being a rare tier, still constituted the mainstream gear for the majority of players, since freaks like Gu Ting were simply too rare in the game.

Mo Zhuochen raised his eyes to look at him; that gaze was neither fierce nor cold, yet it inexplicably made one's heart turn cold from within.

Once they were poured out of the bottle, they tumbled out in a chaotic clatter and landed right beside Huijue.

Such a situation might exist, but at the eighth-tier level, it was simply impossible. Even a peak upper-tier eighth-tier Saint King could not accomplish this, and neither could the Fiery Flood Dragon.

At that moment, the hot water arrived, so she went to wash up first. Even while singing, she was still humming softly under her breath.

Qin Shu had already developed genuine feelings for Ruan Qinglian; how could he tolerate her being abducted like this? He leaped up to give chase.

"The Blood-Drinking Divine Saber?" Wu Fan brandished the Heavenly Martial Divine Saber and swept it toward Immortal Huangzhen. Because of the matter concerning the Blood-Drinking Divine Saber, Immortal Huangzhen stepped back to evade Wu Fan's strike and waved his hand, asking Wu Fan to pause the fight.

This was too crushing! He had originally wanted to deploy some strategy, but ended up being instantly annihilated instead. A stampede of ten thousand mythical beasts instantly galloped across Zhou Bai's mind.

Li Bai knew he couldn't extract anything more, nor could he push Chenchen too hard. Until he figured out what was really going on, he could only pretend as if he knew nothing at all.

Following the conclusion of the Reorganization Loan Agreement and the arrival of the first tranche of funds, Yuan Shikai immediately set about expanding his military and preparing for war. For a time, dark clouds loomed over the North and the South, and a major war was on the verge of breaking out.

Since at least twenty thousand people were participating in this competition, dozens of people were maintaining order in front of each teleportation array, organizing everyone into neat queues and admitting them into the array according to the designated capacity per transfer.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in Suzhou, Jia Cong—who had received no directives from the court—appeared carefree yet constantly monitored the official dispatches arriving at the Suzhou Prefectural Office. In private, he engaged in candid discussions lasting several days with Suzhou Prefect Shen Gao and Circuit Intendant Wang Dacheng.