Chapter 71: I Truly Want to Marry You

Then she realized that their conversation had drifted rather far afield.

“A venomous woman like me—men usually avoid me as if I were a viper. Aren’t you worried that if you ever push me too hard, I might just do away with you?” Gu Shenshen smiled, half in jest as she asked.

She watched Zhou Ci’s face intently, carefully studying his expression.

Yet she saw no trace of sorrow on his face...

She had just reached the window ledge when she heard soft footsteps approaching from not far away—gentle, almost inaudible.

It seemed that Susan’s stepmother was also aware of Noah’s affairs, though it was unclear how much she had heard.

She knew he was gazing at her; she dared not move, forcing her breath to steady and deepen, pretending to be truly asleep.

Sometimes, she truly despised herself. She desperately wanted to distance herself from Jun Wuxie, and yet, she could not help but think of him.

Though they had only spent a few short days together, it was evident she was someone with a straightforward and fiery temper. It was astonishing that anything could trouble her so much.

“Yu Ji, you have no idea how angry I was when I heard you say you wanted to choose two concubines for me.” Leng Muhuan held Yun Duoduo tightly, his voice tinged with desolation.

Yao Qingmu was startled and turned to look at the bed, discovering that Rong Yan had not regained consciousness and remained in a faint. Yet, inexplicably, his hand had found her wrist with unerring accuracy.

Zhang Ran looked at Li Chen suspiciously, but seeing his calm demeanor, she sensed no trace of pretense. She could not fathom where Li Chen drew such confidence that those two would not retaliate, but his composed aura compelled her to believe him nonetheless.

It was a vast lake, its water so clear that fish could be seen swimming below. One side was ringed by mountains, and in the trees around the shore, a few monkeys could be seen leaping from branch to branch.

With the other two gone, Bai Xuetong and Lai Sheng’en naturally did not linger either. As she left, Bai Xuetong cast Su Zhenzhen a mocking smile.

Deng Chanjuan held the utmost disdain for Tu Xingsun—not only for his brazen lechery, but also for ambushing her beloved Feng Rao. Although Feng Rao was not harmed, the treacherous attack on her lover earned her undying hatred.

Before he could ponder why he felt such emotions, Lai Sheng’en and Bai Xuetong interrupted his thoughts.

It was a terrifying figure—one that encompassed audiences from over a hundred countries, of varying skin colors and beliefs.

Nan Qing found comfort in a life so full, relieved not to face cold corpses alone.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Wushuang and Black-and-White Impermanence stormed the warship under Jiang Sheng’s cover, cutting down foes at every turn.

Everyone believed that after such a turning point, “Sin” would surely make some earnest requests.

“First of all, once you are chosen, you become a disciple of the Nine Great Sects, and must regard the sect leaders as your highest authority.

The contest between cultivators ultimately depended on the might of their magical treasures; the depth of one’s cultivation only determined future potential, not the outcome of battle.

She opened the door to find Shen Nanxing sprawled on the sofa, asleep—her long, fair legs stretched across the cushions, her collar teasingly loose—a picture of living, vibrant beauty.

A sharp gleam flashed in Shui Roubing’s eyes; she was ready to knock the sword from Yu Liuming’s hand with her spear as soon as his moves lost their power.

Once he found Bella, Ye Long was determined to get answers: why had Meijie, who bore her no grudge, tried to assassinate her?

The treaty that formed the Fasu Alliance continued to threaten England for over two centuries.

Beyond the Soul Bridge, a silvery-black, river-like liquid flowed swiftly, resembling the sea as it lapped against the bridge like waves on a shore.

Just one incense stick ago, the Swordmaster had broken into the Nangong Clan alone, sword in hand. Despite their desperate efforts to stop him, they were powerless.

“So in this battle, I hope Brother Long can defeat Ying Xiongsi! Let them see that the Ying family are not invincible!” Xiang Shaohui secretly sent the message, clenching his fists.