51 After Rebirth, I Married My Fiancé's Uncle (Ten)

“What are you two grown men doing making faces at each other? Are you two that kind of couple?” Dawn spoke boldly, unafraid to shock.

When it came to friends and those who had helped him, Ye Lin was beyond reproach—he believed in repaying kindness a hundredfold. But to those who threatened or coerced him, Ye Lin showed no mercy. Even if revenge at the time might not have been advantageous, he would never abandon it.

Yet everyone overlooked Kong Anping’s love for Qin Qingxue—a love that could not be undone by cheap tricks.

After these few incidents, surely no one would see him as someone to be used again.

After the meeting adjourned, the exit of the auditorium became a sea of people. Concepts like respecting the elderly or caring for the young were nowhere to be seen here. Yu Chuxuan and Jiang Yuxuan didn’t push their way out with the crowd rushing to urgent matters; after all, as idle men, they lacked everything but time.

“Ah Huo, come, jump with me!” Chris, true to his African-American roots, was filled with the rhythm of dance. Though his moves couldn’t match Fu Donglai’s grace, they bore his own unique flavor.

Even now, facing a giant countless times his size, Su Chen brimmed with confidence.

The Qiongqi blade slipped from grasp and rolled aside. A soldier in blue hurried over, clutching the hilt, but the ancient beast soul within the blade burst forth, merging into his body.

Jingjing was overjoyed upon hearing this news—she leapt two meters high, unable to close her mouth, praising the kidnapper for being well-behaved and decent. However, Young Master Long was deeply worried, fearing the kidnappers might play tricks, resulting not only in the hostage’s loss but also in a financial disaster for those paying the ransom.

This time, Song Zheng could no longer suppress his youthful impulse. His behaviors all pointed to one thing: having Duan Ruoxi, Mingyue, and Chen Zhi was not enough; he wanted to expand his harem. Judging by his demeanor now, it wouldn’t be long before Song Zheng unleashed his full array of charm tactics.

When Su Xiao went to rescue, Yan Moli immediately sealed off the courtyard, blocking all access.

After all, they had planned yesterday to travel today. They seldom went on trips, so this was a perfect opportunity to explore.

Was he hesitating whether to see her? He could guess why Qin Yue sought him—he had known since he was answering the math test. But it was just a guess, so after finishing math, he hurriedly left early, deliberately choosing a different staircase.

He gave a cold smile, lightly tapped the fire key, and the game screen displayed a notification of his enemy’s defeat.

They seemed unaware of such a figure existing within the major sects. Could this be a secret expert trained by some faction?

No matter how many branches blocked the entrance, they cut through with a single sword. They didn’t wait long before the resource robot sent by Fan Yu arrived.

Regarding this almost arranged marriage, Lu Mingfei complained bitterly but ultimately went with the flow, accepting it as usual.

Yun Shu was about to leave after raising the curtain, only to collide into someone entering, resulting in an awkward embrace.

They sighed and lamented, but when they heard the asking price—ten million—they realized there was no winning against it.

Hearing the voice, Liu Fu hurried into the private room. Though the man wore a mask, Liu Fu could still sense his grim expression.

Something stirred within her heart. She reached out but withdrew her hand before touching the emperor’s brocade robe. This man belonged to the empress; even if the empress disliked him, he was still hers. She had no right to touch him.

“Murong Zhi, you’re nothing but a commoner from the martial world. The emperor’s favor is too much for you,” the empress dowager finally spoke. Being called a martial world commoner was a biting insult. Murong Zhi thought the empress dowager’s manners were remarkable; if it were her, hearing such mockery would have sparked a desire to execute on the spot.

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Mo Ziyun was taken aback. For her? Since meeting her, he had concealed many things: their first encounter by the pond, the defeat of the Honghua Sect, all within a few days. Thinking carefully about what she had brought him, all he felt was doubt. Yet he told nothing to his master. Could it be that he truly liked her?

“The empress hasn’t eaten for two days, dizzy and unable to sleep at night,” Lixia spoke the truth, though Murong Zhi had never openly revealed this, neither to Huyue nor to any imperial physicians.

Murong Zhi’s proclamations were always strong, but she was proud, easily understood and thus widely supported. She was the kind of person who, just by standing there, commanded the aura of a sovereign, beyond question.

But the problem was that she was from the south, and her accent was unshakable. If she were caught and her identity discovered by the Japanese, it would be impossible to bluff her way out as mere forced labor. She harbored too many secrets that must not be revealed to the Eighth Route Army, let alone to the Japanese.

Having survived the death trial, the scene shifted again. Before her lay a vast sea, and only one boat at her feet.

Hua Qingyi interjected, “Since Ai Qing isn’t here, forgive us for disturbing your peaceful dream. We shall take our leave.” Hua Qingyi knew they couldn’t linger.

Later, Ami learned that so-called super-grade armored beasts were abnormal types, usually only those who had reached the warrior rank could fuse with them. But armored beasts came in countless varieties, and to this day, no one had fully studied them all, which explained the emergence of various abnormal armored beasts.