Chapter 121: Brother Zheng is so handsome, I’m absolutely in love with him.

Divorce Baili Hongzhe. Only after you divorce him will you be able to see that, besides your husband, there is also me.

Protected behind Mu Yuanche, the feeling of being constantly surrounded by danger that had plagued her for days seemed to dissipate in an instant.

Turning their heads, they glared at each other, both hating their own inadequacy for failing to strike the other dead. But now, no matter how much they seethed with rage, it was useless, for they lacked even the strength to crawl back up.

Xuan Ye’s eyes were deep and somber. Unlike the moment before, when he had repeatedly muttered "Grandson was wrong" regarding their outing, he now stood firm in his own resolve. He could not defy his grandmother, but he refused to admit he was in the wrong. He had his own calculations; the Empress Dowager feared the wrath of the heavens, yet he had not killed any offspring—he had merely ensured Consort Wen remained infertile.

The thick mist grew thinner and thinner. Under the swirling force of the tornado, it finally cleared, revealing a patch of blue sky.

"Brother Ming, draw blood for Xi'er!" Jun Qianxi walked up to him and held up her right index finger.

Although Jun Qianxi did not understand the intricacies involved, she knew Duanmu Ming would never speak without evidence, nor would he make any irresponsible conjectures.

Indeed, compared to the lightning summoned by powerful cultivators, the destructive force of spring thunder was far inferior. Moreover, unlike the lightning of magical arts, which was purely destructive, spring thunder contained a trace of vital energy.

Yin Si felt a warmth in his heart, after which he reminded his wife that Consort De would be returning to the palace in a few days, and she should remember to pay her respects.

"That is all in the past. Do not think of it anymore. Are you not happy now?" Baili Shengxuan was unwilling to mention Mu Yuanche, and his voice turned somewhat stiff.

After all, Altrang was only a third-rate arms dealer. Producing low-end equipment like anti-aircraft machine guns or rocket launchers was standard, but if one had designs on high-tech weaponry, it would be irrational.

However, Bai Qianqian’s style of play was extremely aggressive and domineering, often leaving her fans stunned and speechless with her coolness.

***

The result was as they had anticipated: the mortar shells only kicked up a cloud of dust and smoke.

"Min Rui." For the first time, I spoke his name to his face. My voice softened significantly, and the luster in my dark eyes was like the stars in the night sky.

The main point was that Alex, the fifth-rank interstellar warrior, harbored no ill intentions. With him present, my own presence or absence mattered little.

In short, incited by various parties, the matter had become widely known. This was followed by a high level of attention, and a large crowd surged around the racetrack, all eager to witness the duel between the two talented young men.

For the entire morning, the atmosphere around Fu Qingze was somewhat oppressive. Xiang Dexuan, fearing he might step on a landmine again, did not dare speak to Fu Qingze, though his mind was busy conjuring a ten-thousand-word romantic drama.

"What? Don't you have one?" Hao Yuan frowned slightly. The waitress had seemed extremely dissatisfied with him since a moment ago, though he felt he hadn't offended her in any way.

"Ignore him," Fu Qingze said, his voice softening slightly as he saw Bai Qianqian’s protective posture toward him.

The teachers at Sucheng Middle School were all wringing their hands, expressing deep regret over the loss of a student to "Huaguo University."

After all, it had been over a decade. Furthermore, they had met in chaotic times and spent less than half a year together. Having had no contact for so long, Chu Yang had not expected Liao Huan to recognize him.

Although her words were a bit tactless and grating to the ear, one could tell she meant well and was genuinely worried about Tang Yue’s safety.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei arrived in time, forcing back several enemy generals and rescuing Zhao Yun and Ma Chao. The four fierce warriors joined forces, attacking the weak first and then taking on the strong, fighting with great exhilaration.

But they had now reached the front lines, and when Wang Chongyang had reported his identity, he had claimed to be the son of the General Protecting the Nation. Why, then, was this not his father?

***

"Ha! Do you take me for a fool? Zhao Zongxiu, do you think I don't know? This poison was planted by your Alchemy Sect! Now you come here to play the hero? Go to hell, all of you!" Liu Chuan suddenly shouted loudly.

I slept for a day, and in the evening, I went to Wu Fei’s house. Before I even entered the courtyard, I could smell the aroma of food. Yan Ruyu had prepared a table of exquisite dishes, accompanied by fine red wine.

Flattery is never wasted, especially in such situations; if you don't say a few kind words, how can the other party let go of their anger?

Old Master Bai was, after all, a great Confucian of his time and a formerly unrestrained scholar. While this shocked him for a moment, he gradually learned to accept it. He looked at his disciple; though there was worry and guilt in Lin Xi’s eyes, there was no regret, only a glimmer of hope and light.

The Birthday Beast? Dabai looked down at his enlarged dragon claws, blinking his sore and heavy eyelids.

Thinking of this, Wang Chongyang took a few more glances at the mother he was feeding. After calling out "Mother" in his heart, he immediately leaped into the air, chasing after the "self" that had just departed not long ago.

Chen Mo’s chess skills were not high; he played an unorthodox game, nowhere near as profound as the studies of Ji Shasha’s father. However, his style was steady, never taking risks, and for a time, he managed to hold his own against her father.

Han Yanfeng did not stop Ning Zhe because he knew that, given Ning Zhe’s temper, he could not be stopped regardless of what he said. Moreover, he himself was currently severely wounded.

"He explained it to me roughly, but I cannot understand it." I said helplessly, whether it was space, time, or anything else—I just wanted an explanation, a reasonable one.

"What the hell! No wonder it was so cold last night. It turns out it snowed again. This must be the last snow of the winter, right?" Lin Feng muttered to himself.