Chapter 132: Do You Want to Get Married?

When Little Zi was a phantom, she always wore purple robes, which were illusions manifested by her ethereal form. However, after emerging from the Ehuang Spring, she appeared in white. When I asked her how she had acquired them, she shyly explained that after immersing herself in the spring, she initially felt a searing heat as if she were about to burst, followed by her body being cocooned in something akin to silken threads. She slept within that shroud for seven days, and upon waking, she found her garments had turned white.

Ye Manning suddenly stood up, startling the cat beside her, which leapt off the sofa and scurried away.

Demonic energy roared and engulfed Murong Yi. Beneath that boundless tide of darkness, even Zhaku could no longer discern Murong Yi's true condition.

Perhaps, in the future, when life treated her a little better, she might be able to afford a block of tofu. But it was more likely that Auntie He would simply grow her own beans and grind them herself.

The Tyrant Blade felt a piercing, agonizing pain erupt from the center of his palm, followed by a spray of blood and filth from his mouth. His body swayed as he stumbled back against the railing, barely managing to steady himself.

An Youliang had hardly closed his eyes for days. No sooner had he delivered He Luo to Huzhou than he heard the news that Liu Moxing was to be executed. Fearing that Yun Shang would worry, he did not dare to delay for a moment; as soon as He Luo was settled, he hurried to the capital.

This life continued for two years, until one day her mother stopped sending money home, and the family lost their only source of livelihood.

Leaving behind a harsh threat, Zhu Shaojing turned and walked away. As a talent on the Heaven's Pride List, failing to take down a warrior at only the second level of the Martial Origin Realm was a grave loss of face. He did not want to stay there for another minute.

But to his surprise, just as he lifted off the ground, a crushing pressure descended from above, pinning Xu Changsheng firmly back into the magma.

Back then, they had taken everything upon themselves for the sake of the entire Murong family and for Murong Yi. Murong Yi felt immense respect for their choice; through their own example, they had shown him the true meaning of a man's courage and responsibility.

Yet Jia Dejiang remained as earnest as ever, sitting at the same table as Qin Feng, the two of them chatting happily.

Currently, the property and stock markets in Hong Kong were in a slump, affecting all walks of life and even stirring the economy of Southeast Asia. After consulting with the Chinese Business Consortium, China did not intervene. Every day, only foreign capital forces like the Freemasons were pouring money into the void, but it was like trying to put out a cartload of firewood on fire with a single cup of water—the results were negligible.

This was, of course, to be expected. The units led by the impoverished students consisted of only about fifty men each... thrown into the midst of hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops, they were but a drop in the ocean. Naturally, this demanded a higher degree of psychological fortitude and preparation.

Lin Jianqi did not tell the whole truth. How could He Chaochuan’s father, He Hongsen, not be trying to probe whether he still had any hidden cards? Yet, if disaster truly struck, he would certainly intervene. Firstly, because if the lips are gone, the teeth are cold, and he feared suffering too great a loss; secondly, because he was never one to act without the promise of profit.

Under these circumstances, the Mysterious Gate’s increased investment of resources was perfectly timed, complementing the situation ideally.

Upon hearing the news, almost all the world leaders denounced Romanov’s cruelty and prepared to declare war on the Soviet Union the moment he pressed the button for the nuclear weapons.

Chen Yan stood silently, his brows twitching violently as if with a rhythmic thrumming sound. It was unprecedented. He looked at the scene in the garden; amidst the rain, it was beautiful and deeply memorable.

Then, there remained only one possibility—and it was the worst of all: that Hydra had discovered the location of the isolated prison and, using methods unknown to him, had captured it in the shortest time possible. If that were the case, the situation was dire indeed.

Lin Jin did not realize that because he had communed with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth but failed to act upon it immediately, he had inadvertently set in motion the brewing of a spiritual storm.