Chapter 67: Eldest Princess, It is Me

Seeing Zhou Siyao looking so shocked, Jiang Ning lowered her voice. "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's talk about your situation first."
With that, she took the young girl's hand.
"Yaoyao, are you certain you want to break off your engagement?"
"What will you do if General Zhou and Madam Zhou find out?"
...
Just as he leaped into the air, dozens of fire serpents burst from the sea of fire, trailing behind him and shooting upward, as if determined to drag him back down.
However, having the previous promise was already enough. She could not single-handedly manage the entire cultivation world, which was why she had roped in a major boss as an external aid. Handling matters in the secular world, however, would be no problem at all.
"Together!" Master Wu said to the disciples behind him, without moving, his tone turning somewhat displeased.
Before the crisp voice had even faded away, a dainty figure had already flashed in front of the soldier who had just groaned.
A ripple resembling rouge seemed to stir in the air, spreading along his arm all the way up to the white cloth.
On December 24th, in the early hours of Christmas Eve, London was suddenly blanketed in snowflakes drifting down onto the red-tiled roofs, tranquil and serene. At half-past five, Momo and Ling'er, holding the scarves they had knitted through the night, were filled with bubbling excitement, exchanging silent, victorious high-fives to celebrate the success of their operation.
The emissary of the underworld exchanged a few brief words with the wraith, which then grew quiet and silently departed through the passage.
"This matter is settled just like that," Li Xiangqiao said softly, waving a hand at the middle-aged man behind her.
Jiang Yao regulated the vital energy and blood within his body, having no time to reply. After Ling Sixue regained her composure, her spiritual will grew increasingly heavy, pressing down on him until his bones creaked and even his true essence Qi could not be projected outward.
"S-suddenly an old crone appeared and blocked the attack for you," Guo Guo stammered at that moment. It was clear that she was extremely astonished as well.
If you meet someone you love, you must cherish them dearly, otherwise you will regret letting go... Did this not describe herself and Fang Haojie precisely?
Huang Qikun walked with large strides over to the table where the stealthy, plump man was sitting, pulled out a chair, and plunked himself down right beside him.
Watching Long Moxuan and Ling Xuewei go upstairs, Leng Yurou, who had been hiding in the shadows all along, finally stepped out at the corner of the turn, a single tear falling in a daze. Long Moxuan, in your heart, she is actually more important than me. Facts speak louder than words, don't they?
"Stop!" Fourth Master stood up abruptly. His single word also snapped Chen Wei and Dong Sisi out of their mesmerized observation of the battle.
Du Pianpian made a gesture of understanding. "Let's just eat casually—we'll have the Manchu Han Imperial Feast," she said very casually.
Damage numbers of "10598" flashed massively across the screen. This single move cleared out at least dozens of imperial soldiers. Of course, those soldiers had already been subjected to the beast troopers' attacks and were not at full health.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak~!" Countless bolts of lightning swept across the area. This high-tier magic spell alone was enough to shatter their formation-less formation. All members lost a significant amount of health, fell into chaos, and stopped in their tracks to look around frantically, searching for Zui Lanlan's figure.
"What was that?" Long Moxuan raised an eyebrow, asking Leng Yurou indifferently, waiting for her to provide a reasonable explanation.
"Get away with you, don't try to take advantage of me. I'm a married woman, and I plan to have a kid this year," Yang Mei said.
Wang Bo suspected that the reason Kangxi arrived tardily in the plot was precisely to let the Heaven and Earth Society and Oboi's faction slaughter each other so that he could reap the benefits as the fisherman.
The grey-robed zombie, whose first strike had missed, had no intention of giving Liu Jianguo a chance to catch his breath. Its hand-blade thrust straight toward Liu Jianguo's heart, and Liu Jianguo hurriedly side-rolled, narrowly dodging the assault.
"So you were coming back after all. I thought you had moved again just to avoid me." He had waited here for two consecutive nights, and Jian An'an had not returned at all.