Chapter 47 Not Really a Marriage Alliance

Inside the private dining room, three people sat gathered around the table.

Song Xixi leaned forward slightly and poured a cup of tea for Professor Yang.

"Professor Yang, it is truly an honor to share this lunch with you. Your research achievements in the field of artificial intelligence have always been a profound inspiration to me... simply a stroke of genius."

Professor Yang paused slightly, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Looking at Song Xixi with keen interest, he smiled and said, "I never expected..."

The Myriad Illusion Star Wings instantly transformed into a long sword, wreathed in raging flames, and slashed downward straight at the dragon's head. The dragon's head met the assault with a burst of golden sword Qi, colliding mid-air and scattering countless brilliant sparks.

Ling Luoxuan was growing anxious as well. This was truly the first time he had encountered Chu Nan's fighting style, which was completely different from any combat method he had ever known.

Thus, every few days, Ye Lanfeng would run over to the Thousand Star Wall. Although he was discovered by Ye Xingchen nine times out of ten, Ye Lanfeng would still act as if nothing had happened and dash right back up.

Watching Jinghua gently stroke her own belly with a look of pure bliss, Xiang Ling's heart felt a pang of sorrow.

The ten-second incantation finally completed, and the scattered, burning death flames on the ground gradually converged above Chu Nan's head, forming the skull of a grotesque fiend.

Marching for two consecutive days had indeed been exhausting, so during dinner, the group purposely added some game meat, which had been caught by the leopard.

Yu Zi knelt beside the young lord's residence, remaining motionless for a long time. Her heart was still caught in the scene that had just transpired. Whether it was the terror outside the hall or the pool of blood within it, both left her stomach churning.

Lu Ke'er raised her head, meeting the expectant gazes of the palace maids, and then glanced at the Sixteenth Princess. She shook her head and said gently, "How helpless indeed." Her soft voice was filled with doting affection.

Pitch-blackness enveloped the underground. One could sense an evil aura all around that felt entirely out of place with the earth. With vision severely obstructed, Ling was at a loss for what to do.

Of course, Du Kang had taken a great deal of painstaking effort to leave the hospital, relying heavily on Master Zhou's strong assistance to slip past the layers of security.

The next morning, everyone was up. Seeing Li Zhenguo there as well, Zhao Hui's parents were both delighted.

Though she had long since guessed that he would forget what he had said, when her conjecture was finally confirmed, Yan Yeting still felt a slight sense of discomfort—a lingering disappointment of not being valued.

Huang Shanshan sat at the edge of the bed, quietly sizing up Liu Mengmeng while an infinite hatred surged in her eyes. In truth, she was the real mastermind behind the forum incident; it was she who had instigated Zhang Qi and Lin Xiao to target Liu Mengmeng. Yet, she had merely plotted and instigated from behind the scenes without ever stepping forward to do anything herself.

Turning her head back, she looked at Duanmu Rong standing beside the car, feigning ignorance. Liu Mengmeng had not the slightest desire to converse with her, nor did she know why the other girl had stopped her—was it a declaration of war or a display of dominance? Neither of those possibilities was anything she cared to accept.

On the morning of January 2, 1989, Zhao Hui arrived at school and began her studies for the new year. During the break, she went to the school reception room, but still, that special postcard had not arrived.

Every single time, those who emerged from within numbered less than one in ten, with countless individuals perishing inside. Entering with a low cultivation realm was simply serving oneself up as easy prey," the old man said, casting a deliberate glance at Lin Feng as a reminder, given that Lin Feng's cultivation was merely at the mid-stage of Celestial Immortality.

Zhao Hui smiled and said, "Play by yourself! We are your audience." Chengcheng flicked the remote control switch again and replied, "Alright!" She continued playing, and the flying saucer, flashing with colorful lights, spun around the floor of the living room.

During Tuesday morning exercises, Zhao Hui saw Li Zhenguo, but he did not smile. Zhao Hui thought to herself: *Has he realized it as well?*

Right now, the monarchs of these various kingdoms had all arrived at Yancheng, the capital of Kucha, and were earnestly begging the King of Kucha, Baizheke, to help arrange an audience for them so they might meet President Luo of the Great Hua Nation and witness his majestic demeanor.