Volume 1, Chapter 47: Secretly Passing Tokens and Affection

The words spoken by the Noble Consort helped Xiao Beiming recover a shred of his reason.

With the sound of the shout, the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique was already unleashed. However, a bizarre scene unfolded: the crimson fireball passed directly through the opponent's body.

Tianya, from now on, you are no longer my fiancée. I said before, whenever you wish, I will return your freedom to you.

Shuangfan had already sided with Earl Dongyong, making him a textbook example of a rat deserting a sinking ship. In the future, he would likely pose a threat to Brother Baibao.

Yet, upon second thought, since they had already abandoned all shame to such an extent, why bother caring about what others thought of them? That was simply how the Blood Pool Sect operated.

Since it was an array formation never seen before, he might as well use these dispensable avatars, which only consumed a negligible amount of spiritual power, to scout around.

Ghost Wing's first impression of him was that he could really fight. Truly, upon seeing his build, quite a few enemies would probably murmur inwardly: if a guy like this were to just give someone a shove, they wouldn't be able to take it, right?

As soon as Shen Yiyi left, my mood instantly brightened up a lot. Actually, my main purpose in coming this time was also to cultivate affection with Shen Yiyi, and now I could sense a hint of ambiguity blossoming between us, which made me quite thrilled.

Strength meant dignity; formidable strength meant possessing even greater dignity, and commanding wariness was, of course, a symbol of sovereign majesty.

"The bare minimum of fairness is a fifty-fifty split of marital property after divorce. The terms currently proposed by the Lin family are far too harsh; I simply cannot accept them," I said.

What a pity, the moment they approached, they were intercepted by the top three members of the Espada. Following an intense battle, four captains were wounded and forced to retreat back to the Seireitei.

Of course, they knew their current situation was perilous, and they understood nothing about Sun Ye—or rather, they knew virtually nothing about him at all. Sun Ye had provided cover for them at Lianyun Hospital simply to protect himself. The fact that Sun Ye had not immediately captured them was the result of multiple contributing factors.

Li Ziting retorted with a cool tone, walking over to the finish line flag of the Thirty-Three Days Commemoration, pulling the flagpole out of the ground, and continuing forward.

"You certainly don't have that kind of leisure, locking you up and then letting you go," Mu Qingyu said, truly speechless when facing an intellectually challenged Ye Feiyang.

For some reason, the Feng family was unable to move away from that place back then, leaving them with no choice but to continuously battle those demons.

By the time Ye Feiyang returned the tea set to the kitchen and came back to the living room, everyone had already taken their seats.

"Sis, I don't have that kind of hobby. We haven't seen each other in ages, so we're going upstairs to talk alone," Ye Ziqiang said as he pulled Zhenzhen and headed toward the stairs. If they didn't leave now, their cover was bound to be blown.

In the end, the Feng family forged a pact with the demons of the mountain, involving mutual assistance and the like. As for what kind of price was paid on both sides, aside from the Feng family themselves and those demons, no one else would likely ever know in this lifetime.

If he had asked someone else to handle this matter, he feared it might take several years before he could find a suitable alchemist.

Sure enough, three ice sleds emerged from the icy path ahead, one leading the way in front, followed by two trailing to clear the path. Then, three more ice sleds pulled out from each side to provide escort, with the final two ice sleds bringing up the rear.

Seeing his livid face, Ye Feiyang dared not act presumptuously again. Although she felt quite aggrieved, she still retained that basic level of reason.

However, just as Meng Qi had said, staging a rebellion was no easy task. The distant King Tianshou in the southwestern borderlands and the rabble of the Holy Lotus Altar had not yet aroused sufficient vigilance from the imperial court.

Lu Zhang flicked his sleeves and departed. From the Emperor's gaze, Prime Minister Jiang realized that the Emperor suspected there were people in the outer court supporting the rebels, and both he and his colleagues had fallen under suspicion.