Suppressing the North and Manifesting Might: Chapter 128 - Seizing the Bride (Part II)

"Your face is covered in dust; let me wipe it for you." A voice, strange yet hauntingly familiar, suddenly rang out behind Yang Ruiyun.

Yang Ruiyun turned around in fear, but this time, fate did not disappoint him. That familiar face, those familiar eyes, that familiar smile—the only thing he had never seen before were the crystalline tears welling up in them.

Yang Ruiyun remembered a little girl handing a delicate handkerchief to him after he finished his martial arts training.

"Brother Yun, your face is covered in dust; let me wipe it for you."

"No need. A martial artist shouldn't concern himself with such trifles. Besides, your handkerchief is so clean, I wouldn't bear to dirty it."

The girl laughed. "I only..."

"We really aren't!" Yin Lingyuan kept protesting, while Yu Ze shielded her, retreating step by step into the courtyard.

"Damn you, you're robbing us!" Niu Yingshu was the first to lose his temper, shouting loudly at Qiao Weian.

Outside, Old Ghost had taken the initiative to oversee the construction of the house for him and Zhou Yezi, arranging for others to build it.

"I have no choice. Since my Ranran is so captivating and popular, I get quite anxious. I can only listen to her and follow her lead." The implication was that Wei Weiran had tacitly approved of this.

Qin Feng explained the situation to Zhang Quan very earnestly, focusing on the second-generation crops. Since the quantity of the first generation was limited, he didn't feel the need to explain them specifically.

After half a month of recovery, Zhao Jia had purged the zombie toxins from his body. He arrived at the edge of a trench over a zhang wide, probing the depths with his trekking pole. He couldn't reach the bottom, and looking left and right, he couldn't see the end of it either. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of heartfelt amazement.

"Many thanks, Miss. I have fully recovered." Liu Linlu bowed deeply. He was a different man today than the one seen yesterday.

Although Ying Zheng had become an E-class geneticist, it did not mean he could evade firearms. An E-class geneticist could still die at the end of a gun, even if the person holding it was an ordinary human.

"I wish to make a set of mahjong tiles," Yin Lingyuan said hurriedly, "to pass the time." As she replied, she winked at Xiang Baosheng.

She wasn't particularly afraid of animals and could even communicate with them, but she truly disliked rats, especially the dark, greasy kind that looked infested with fleas and bacteria.

Facing the scrutiny of the crowd, Tang Wu flipped through her phone, her expression unchanged. The message she had sent to Huo Yunshen had been delivered a long time ago, yet the man hadn't returned a single call or even a text message.

"Third Elder, if it meant trading the Earth Barrier to save Tianming's life, do you think it would be worth it?" The Seventh Elder looked at the Third Elder with a stern gaze.

Just then, an invisible force suddenly appeared in the space, forcibly stabilizing the fluctuations and allowing the void to slowly return to calm.

Su Xuan wore a serious expression, while Zidian sat on the tip of Fat Tiger's tail. Although it was the least stable spot, Zidian possessed an extremely high level of cultivation and could fly on his own, so he naturally didn't care about the bumping.

If our app were exclusive, there would be nothing more to say; after all, if they didn't use our app, there would be no others to use. Of course, if one day we reached that point and the interface was still ugly, I believe we wouldn't be able to stand it ourselves.

"How did you offend him?" Tang Zhendong immediately asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. Qin Feng had just helped him solve a major problem that morning, and now his men had gone and offended him.

It seemed that only persistence would work. Faced with demonic nature as solid as a rock, Lin Mochen could think of no better way.

Tang Wu cooperated fully, putting on the bridesmaid dress that Tang Qianqian had prepared for her, watching as Tang Qianqian sat in the room, primping and preening with a look of pure happiness on her face.

"How boring. How can you be so sure you can surpass it? Nothing is set in stone yet; it's far too early to say," I said helplessly.

Zhou Zirui was also stunned, sensing vaguely that something was wrong. However, he swallowed hard, ignored his father's frantic winking from behind, grabbed the photo from the ground, and actually climbed onto the high platform.

Seeing her turn her head to look out the window, Mu Qingyu assumed she had given up on fighting for the phone and handed it back to Reke.