Chapter 128: Whenever she is willing to marry me, I shall take her as my wife.

“Or rather, what do you intend to do by using the Wen family?”

Song Mi didn’t understand the first sentence. Naturally, the second sentence confused her even more.

At this point, Wen Yunlan’s gaze was still not overwhelmingly oppressive, but compared to the earlier calmness, it was enough to make one uneasy.

However, Song Mi was no ordinary person.

Why was his name mentioned here? Aside from Jun Ming, the heir apparent, and Meng Qingling, no one on Moss Street knew of him anymore.

“Senior Brother, don’t worry. Since I promised Huo Ting and Li Qingyuan that I would retrieve the treasured sword and armor for them, I must fulfill that promise. I have to fight the second formation,” Yun Xi said.

With a flick of the duster in Hua Wudao’s hand, a sudden storm arose. The stars above Yunyan Temple dimmed abruptly, only to shine even brighter a moment later.

Mu Chen was slightly stunned, feeling a bit disappointed, having thought Xixi was eager to receive his gift.

At that moment, Shen Lang’s mind shifted, releasing a crimson figure from his body.

Meng Qingyu’s body was almost shattered by the fall, suffering multiple fractures and internal injuries. Her skin needed to be replaced. Despite such severe wounds, she survived—a blessing in disguise.

Kong Liang grinned, “Not only are we alive, but we also killed the Golden Peak Sea Viper!” Saying so, he tossed one end of the fishing net to the old boatman and, along with Yun Xi, climbed onto the fishing boat.

Hearing this, Li Long’s eyes flickered as if observing Gu Changqing’s expression, but Gu Changqing concealed his emotions well, making every word seem heartfelt.

Li Muyao laughed cheerfully at Li San’s show of bravado, but her feet never stopped moving, casually stepping around as if taking a leisurely stroll.

“Let her in!” Meng Yancheng’s voice was low but carried a rich, magnetic quality. Though Chu Qiao had heard him speak before, she always found his voice soothing.

The wide-brimmed sunhat on her head was swept away by the wind. Stray strands of hair, carrying a faint fragrance, danced in the air, exuding a distinct sensuality.

Undoubtedly, Xiang Nan’s arrival was terribly ill-timed; she least wanted any disturbance, yet here he was.

As for why Zhu Fei and the others didn’t detect Tiemu’s abnormality, it was because Tiemu’s shop existed as an independent space. Zhu Fei and the others had no means to sense it. Only Lei Yu, the anomaly, could break through the barrier, erase the boundary, and move freely—something no one else could do.

The doctors in the hospital were startled, then a nurse quickly came to take the injured Liu Kui away.

“An imperial-grade martial soul, the Holy Light Golden Hammer?” Lei Yu glanced at the golden war hammer floating in the void, a playful smirk on his lips.

After the newcomer introduced himself, everyone in the department paused their work to greet the newly appointed Louis.

After mutual introductions, Ao Tian and his two companions quickly became familiar, and Leng Yue also began calling Ao Tian “Boss” along with the chubby guy.

Although the other wore a silver battle suit, the new wristwatch on his arm betrayed his status as a newcomer.

“Shi Min is resting. With so many of you here, you’ll disturb her,” Shangguan Ao said.

She bent down and turned on the faucet, letting a clear stream flow out. Her fair hands rubbed together in the water, but her eyes remained fixed on her reflection in the mirror, a smile of appreciation rippling within them.

Fortunately, the computer didn’t keep her waiting too long. After a little over twenty seconds of her muttering, it powered on, bringing up the login screen for Penguin immediately.

Helpless, she stopped and took two hundred yuan from her bag to give to the kind stranger who had brought her here.

At times like these, confusion arose along the borders between kingdoms—overlapping and mixing pathways, imbalanced gravitational fields. However, these phenomena were not permanent. After the celestial convergence, the nine great realms would disperse, and this state of chaos would fade away.