Chapter 61

"The Demon Emperor cordially invites the Blood Emperor! His Majesty spends his days consumed by sorrow deep within the palace, and he charged me, Ye Hanxin, to personally extend this invitation to the Blood Emperor. For all these years, His Majesty the Demon Emperor has remained unmarried, all for the sake of the Blood Emperor. Surely, the Blood Emperor will not refuse to attend even a banquet!" Ye Hanxin tilted his head, coughed lightly a couple of times, and turned his pale face with a smile.

Upon reaching my doorstep, I gently pressed the doorbell, and immediately Linger's cheerful voice rang out from within, "Coming!" Following the pit-pat sound of her slippers walking over, the door swung open, and Linger's sweet, delicate, and pretty figure appeared before us.

Fei Yihan did not want to reject Yan Lan, but he was already carrying so many things that he simply could not hold any more, yet he was unwilling to let Yan Lan carry a heavy load.

"H-Husband..." Xiaoxiao lowered her head after speaking. Although she was already a mother, actually uttering this word "husband" still did not seem easy, let alone under such circumstances.

"Well, actually, I don't have anything particularly valuable on me either," Li Yi shook his head and said with a chuckle.

"Anno managed to find a car to the hospital and is waiting outside, so we'll head off first." Bai Muxue cast an apologetic glance at Yan Lan and Fei Yihan, then tugged at Xiao Ziqian's sleeve to signal him to apologize as well.

How could there be such a coincidence? The nuclear bomb had just vanished, and their Ryukyu fleet was immediately struck by a nuclear bomb.

"At your insistent request, I'll keep you company and go out with you!" Chen Ming acted as though he had no desire to go whatsoever, doing so purely to accompany Lin Keer.

Having escorted caravans for so many years, he had never felt weary of it. At first, it was out of fondness, but later on, for reasons unknown, it simply became a habit, something he could no longer live without.

Furthermore, we had been living apart in different places for a long time, and Natalia also felt that we were indeed no longer suited to continue living together.

For nearly ten days and ten nights, Li Nan had not closed his eyes. Especially during these last few days, Li Nan could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat every single moment.

Housing prices in Dongchuan City were exceptionally high; a one-bedroom, one-living-room, one-bathroom apartment of over forty square meters like the one Jiangbei lived in cost over 1.4 million to purchase.

"Eighty percent. The chamber of commerce is willing to pay eighty percent of its earned profits," Wu Liang said unhurriedly, yet the unwavering firmness underlying his words made Guan Yuhua look at him in a new light.

Deng Qianliu was Deng Baichuan's elder brother, and both his martial arts prowess and political standing had been personally fostered and promoted by Murong Fu.

And clearly, no matter how one looked at it, Xie Jin had no reason not to let the very first batch of hyenas who followed him to earn a living and risk their lives get enough to eat.

The spiritual Qi of the True Martial Continent had been depleted for a century. As time marched on, almost every living human today was well aware that the lost spiritual Qi could never possibly return.

And now, what Xie Jin needed to do was to continue reinforcing, promoting, and deepening this concept and habit.

"However, the people around me—my colleagues, classmates, friends, and even my former teachers—have all been harassed to a certain extent. I know I cannot demand that every media professional or journalist hold themselves to a moral standard where they refrain from rashly disturbing people's normal lives in their pursuit of news."

He raised his head and glared fiercely ahead at Zezt, who was smiling faintly as he waved his hand to embed an ice axe into his head. Just as Dark Lugiel let out a furious roar and unleashed a dark wave of energy in an attempt to summon the Dark Spark, a deep blue figure suddenly materialized in mid-air, shooting straight toward him like an arrow released from a drawn bow.

The environment here closely matched the image of hell in Blaz's memory, yet there was no sign of any life existing here.

"Then are you and Zhu Panxiang planning to rekindle old affections? If nothing had happened to Zhu Panxiang, had the two of you ever considered divorcing your respective partners and then forming a new family to truly be together again?" After speaking of feelings at every turn, He Ning suddenly posed this question.

A burst of laughter rippled through the crowd. Although at least a majority of the male students present had once harbored feelings for Lin Yiran, now that the beauty already belonged to another, very few still harbored any illusions, and they smiled along cooperatively.

However, Brett Brown noticed Anxi's smile—it did not seem all that forced? Oh? Could it be that Anxi had not lost confidence in this match?

"Damn it, could I have caught a cold?" Arnold rubbed the bridge of his nose and muttered strangely.

When he went to the Qianqing Palace to inquire of Zhu Youtang, he was informed that the Empress was feeling somewhat indisposed, and he had gone to the Kunning Palace to keep her company.

Blaz had never pondered this question because Blaz had always felt that he was successful. What is success? In the eyes of many, having wealth and power equates to success.

As for why? Thorin was one of the very few individuals throughout Middle-earth who knew Blaz's true strength.

The other person whose overall strength could rival Zhang Yang was naturally Du Qing, a fifth-tier student hailing from the Yanjing Conservatory of Music.

Looking up, one could see a robust middle-aged man leading a team of guards to welcome them beneath the city gate.

Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere remained upscale and refined. For some inexplicable reason, Yang Jiuzhu felt a sense of repulsion; she had neither particularly liked nor disliked it before, but for some reason, seeing it today made her feel uncomfortable.

"Ha, you want to kill me? Then come and kill me." Chen Tie instantly flew into a rage, a large flexible blade materializing in his hand as he slashed furiously toward the three of them.

Seeing Jiang Jinchen's cold, professor-like demeanor, Moyan, regaining his momentum, incorrigibly began to banter again.

Perhaps due to the habits formed over the years, whenever Qin Shuiyue encountered trouble, she always loved to talk to Liu Runqing. No matter what the issue was, he would always resolve it for her.

By this time, An'an had experienced a few things and matured considerably; she was no longer that wayward and willful Yu An'an.

Yang Jiuzhu subconsciously glanced in Mo Han's direction, only to find that he had been sitting quietly beside Zhang Yawen all along. Why had Song Jing suddenly stepped forward to interrupt the engagement?