Volume One, Chapter 80: Showing Off My Man

Su Li was in excellent spirits, and her work was going smoothly as well.

That afternoon, she even treated her colleagues in the department to milk tea and desserts.

Holding her cup of milk tea, Su Li snapped a photo—her ring was particularly eye-catching on her ring finger.

She posted it on her social feed, and soon received a flurry of likes.

She had shown off a cheap ring before, so by now, no one was surprised when she did it again.

Only Lu Jing noticed the difference in the ring.

“Changed rings again?” she messaged.

Su Li replied with a smile, “Yes. He bought it.”

Lu Jing sent a sticker of surprise.

Su Li couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.

“Your days are getting better and better, aren’t they? Is it almost time to add a little one to the family?” Lu Jing teased.

Seeing the words “add a little one,” Su Li burst out laughing...

That fleeting face and the way Zhou Suyi’s neck twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees sent chills down the spine, making Su Li’s own neck ache in sympathy.

“Father-in-law, who exactly is this person named Midnight? Why do they have you so shaken?” Han Kunpeng glanced at Yang Changuan, who was fidgeting anxiously in the car, utterly bewildered.

He could hardly imagine just how high Shen Fei’s six-dimensional abilities must be, nor what sort of experiences could have made it possible to reach this level in such a short time. No wonder his second uncle wanted him to win Shen Fei over.

With a flip of his hand, a letter flew toward Yan Ruyu, followed by the jade pendant she had given to An Yan. Yan Ruyu’s spirits lifted as she caught it, examining it closely.

“Every time I find strength in solitude, even when I am hurt, I do not shed tears. I know I have a pair of invisible wings, carrying me beyond despair. I won’t think of them…” Shen Fei caught his breath and began to heal himself with a song of restoration.

Ah Xiang, on the other hand, seemed utterly petrified with fear, her body trembling uncontrollably and unable to speak.

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So, Zhan Wuji had no intention of helping the outsiders slay the dragons—after all, of the four dragon lairs, he had already destroyed two.

The Xiao family was influential in Zhouhai City, and he dared not offend Xiao Wei. Yet, with so many witnesses present, he could not risk offending everyone else either.

That kick from Zhao Wantong just now had slammed his head directly into the stone tiles beneath the stone pillars of the hall.

“Family of the patient, ask for Wang Feng,” Ding Yuhan blurted out without thinking, as if Li Lin behind her didn’t even exist. She had already called herself “family” before even marrying in. Fortunately, the hospital didn’t check marriage certificates, so the head nurse believed her.

As one limousine after another slowly pulled into the wide avenue in front of the hotel, the prelude to the Eighth Summit began.

“Hahaha, yes, you’re absolutely right. I liked it the moment I arrived.” The crowd chattered noisily.

After witnessing what had just happened, the gorilla quickly walked over to the panda and asked out of curiosity.

“Old Ghost, you’re too arrogant. Do you think I’m the same Dragon Fighter as before?” With a cold smile, Han Xiao’s body suddenly erupted in a dazzling light.

The old village chief laughed heartily, “Please, go ahead.” He drew the single saber from his waist and walked toward Li Ren.

After saying this, Wang Feng allowed Tian Zhiyong to take him for treatment. Han Zhijun, Chen Bo, and the others followed as well.

“No, we appreciate the thought, but we absolutely cannot accept it,” Xue Hao insisted firmly.

You could tell the online crowd was getting frustrated with the suspense, each one posting to scold the original poster for “dangling the bait,” angry at being kept in the dark.

Shi Miyuan, growing impatient, said, “Your Majesty, rest assured—I will see this through and leave no loose ends.” With that, Shi Miyuan took his leave.

When the Heavenly Emperor first took the throne, he clashed with the Five Divine Emperors, especially with the Green Emperor. Their conflict became so fierce that he slaughtered the Green Emperor’s descendants in the mortal world. Unexpectedly, as time passed, a descendant with such promise had survived among mortals.

As the Fire Shadow, he was highly attuned to these matters—he sensed a huge pitfall waiting for him.

The folly of mortals lies in not knowing whence they come or where they go, thus remaining lost in delusion. But for Yu Tianqing, her heart’s desire was within reach—how could she simply wait for death?

Song Qi knew Yu Xing had once been Tang Liuhua’s best friend. Seeing Tang Liuhua so agitated, he gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.

“Go to hell!” Zheng Wanyi shouted angrily, but as she watched Shen Yunfan walk away, she could only sigh.

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His captor was a man with glasses and a face full of fat, and behind him stood a nervous, balding man and a middle-aged man with a scoundrel’s air.

Thus, the brief commotion came to an end. Tsunade was overjoyed at her lover’s safety, while Danzo and the Third Hokage each harbored their own thoughts.

Yu Tianqing fought alone within the encirclement of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry. Blood dyed her white robe crimson. At her feet, the corpses of countless soldiers piled up. Stepping over their bodies, her longsword trailing on the ground, she pressed forward toward her besiegers with unyielding resolve.

If it were so easy to cast, Tian Huanhuan would have done it the moment she realized the pair’s intentions, hoping to escape the range of their senses.

“Throw these two into the capital’s dungeon—keep them in solitary for a month!” Shen Yunfan commanded.

At the same time, Dragon Soldier shifted his focus to Su Mingliang’s lover, believing she was the key to resolving the situation. Yet the files yielded little—there wasn’t even a current address for her.

“Thank you, Junior Sister.” Qingjue seemed a touch bashful, a faint blush on her face, unwilling to say more about the four stalks of the Immortal Spirit Flower.

At least, she hadn’t noticed anything amiss. Leaning back, she collapsed onto the soft bedding, a faint smile on her lips.

Colonel Sase Kiyoo, commander of the 73rd Japanese Regiment, had received a call from Major General Matsuda Kokuzo some time ago, ordering him to reinforce the 33rd Regiment. He hesitated, fearing a night raid by the defenders. He had never liked Oshima Shuo’s deep cunning and habit of credit-grabbing.

He had turned down several opportunities to study in Japan, believing that Napoleon never studied abroad, yet still made his name in the siege of Toulon.

Li Xixi sighed. Never mind Ye Chang’an’s constitution, which would attract all manner of spirits and demons—just the Seven Sentiments Thread alone would stir up storms in every direction. If he stayed in the Danyun Sect, who could protect him? Li Chunqiu? If he didn’t act against him, that would already be a blessing.

Ye Qingcheng twisted her body, rolled along the ground, and once again easily dodged the guard’s blade.

When Dragon Soldier approached, the children saluted him as they had seen on television. Though not entirely proper, the gesture conveyed the right spirit.

Colonel Kimura Ichiro had boasted to Motegi Maeno that if he failed to capture the Chinese troops daring enough to ambush the Imperial Army, he would offer his own head in apology.

When Green Vine brought the sample, Nian Yun feigned a cold and summoned Old Liang.

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