Chapter 42: The Grand Wedding (Part I)

"Teacher, where is my seat?" Gu Qinghuan and Xie Qilan continued their conversation like two completely unacquainted teacher and student meeting for the very first time.

"Director of the Investment Promotion Office at the Provincial Tourism Bureau—that's a rather lucrative position, isn't it? Didn't any bosses send you gifts? East wind," Liu Zhi asked.

However, a year ago, Ling'er was already at the mid-stage of the Force Master realm. A year had passed, and following Gu Yun's diligent cultivation for a whole year, no one knew what level she had reached.

The whole of Europe was in a frenzy because of Zhou Nan. This shooting incident directly propelled him onto a pedestal. If he had died in this shooting, he probably would have been deified instantly.

With the appearance of the Primordial Flame, a dazzling crimson light suddenly filled the entire room, driving away even the bright moonlight. As the crimson light flashed, waves of scorching heat dispersed into the void.

Suddenly, he swept forward, the Void Sky Sword carrying golden sword energy, stabbing straight toward Ming Yi. With the situation now critical, he naturally had no desire for idle talk and directly drew his sword to fight.

Although these people were only at the Martial Warrior level, dozens of Martial warriors were enough to defeat a genuine Martial Master, and could even put up a fight against a Martial General. Therefore, Luo Yu did not choose to clash head-on. Seeing the dozens of guards rushing toward him, he immediately leaped down from the roof and landed steadily on the ground.

Although he had undergone some intensive training before, it was only comparable to that of an ordinary soldier—just slightly stronger than the average citizen.

Everyone was filled with astonishment, feeling as if their world was turning upside down. They had never expected that the young man whom they had once troubled at every turn would now be the only one to come to their rescue. Even Luo Minsen was extremely shocked, his eyes fixed straight on the young man's retreating back.

"No, no, I don't want to wear it right now." Imagining that Liu Peng might be staring at me and Fu Bin from inside the car, I took a step back.

"The Heir has always been meticulous and steady in his actions; he won't act rashly. You can rest assured, Lord Marquis." With that, he bowed and withdrew.

Since Chen Zao was leaving tomorrow, it kept his grandmother busy. She bustled about inside and out, stuffing all sorts of precious items into Chen Zao's bag. When it could no longer hold anything else, she found another sack to pack some homemade dried sweet potatoes, dried persimmons, red dates, preserved plums, and similar treats for him.

Well, in any case, the result was quite satisfying. Look, right on their very first strike, it resulted in the Eighth Elder being heavily injured. Ouyang Xiaosha was extremely pleased with the outcome of this "diverting the disaster to the east."

Disregarding the fussing little furball, she lifted it higher, placing it right before her eyes to examine it closely. She wanted to know what kind of creature it could possibly be that was actually capable of speech.

Majiang waved its chubby paws, a fierce look in its eyes as it reached into the water. However... the water was too deep, and its paws were too short.

The Demon Seed and Wang Chenxian stood on high alert, each exuding a formidable sacred majesty, ready at any moment to unleash a world-shaking sacred strike. However, to their disappointment, the door they found this time was not the previous stone door; the weapon marks upon it were distinctly different.

Wang Jian also wore a stern face as he followed Zhao Zhen away. Zhao Wan stretched lazily; with the Emperor absent, she naturally had the qualifications to look down upon the imperial palace with disdain.

Having lived this long, it was the first time she had ever been fed by someone like this. Liu Li felt a slight trace of embarrassment, but still opened her mouth to accept it.

"Then what do you think is the smartest move for me to make right now?" Ouyang Yu suddenly asked Chen Yang.

Du Xinru chose a few kinds of vegetables, and Daniu and Zhao Mo helped her harvest them. Tong Xia had never done such work, so Du Xinru naturally wouldn't let her lift a finger.

Outside the wooden boat, snow was still falling silently. Beneath the tranquil and vast dark night, illuminated by the glowing white snow, it felt hazy and poetic, much like moonlight.

That evening, Chen Mochen sat on a stone stool beneath the grape trellis, gazing at the lingering glow of the setting sun on the horizon.

Well, with their profound cultivation and being positioned quite close, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling heard every word clearly, leaving them both speechless with black lines on their foreheads.

Qi Qi was actually just wearing a light-colored silk dress, but coupled with her temperament, height, and five-centimeter high heels, she looked stunning.

"They are not in any danger, so how can there be any talk of a rescue?" Looking at Le Zao in confusion, Xuan Shang was utterly baffled.

Elizabeth shook as she reached out to take the tablet computer from Bo Qing's hands. Seeing the images on the screen, her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Qin Zuoyin's hands were kept busy; one hand rested in her hair. Thin clothing blocked his sight, but could not block his thoughts or his tactile sensations, which seemed intent on seducing him and dragging his ever-wandering hands astray.

Ever since he was recalled from the land of Yong'an by His Majesty, Zheng Xiaoran had been idling away his days at the Pacifying Marquis's Mansion, finding it truly and utterly boring.

At first, everyone had their doubts about her, but through subsequent events, they gradually came to accept and recognize Avril.

At this moment, the snow outside the window had become fine and powdery, falling in a faint, scarcely discernible drift, shimmering with a cold, subtle light. Zhan Shaofeng stood quietly by the window. Reflected in the chilly moonlight, his youthful face appeared solemn with worry.

At this moment, Guan Yun spoke again, saying, "I heard that Shaofeng only returned to the Zhan family a few days ago, and the whole city already knows the Zhan family has an heir. Now, suitors are coming to the door one after another. Come to think of it, he is already sixteen, and it is indeed time for him to betroth." Guan Yun wore a thoughtful expression.

The newcomer was a hearty fellow, about one meter seven in height, with a well-proportioned build. He looked young, only in his early thirties.