Chapter 129: Second Uncle Has Taken a Side Job!

To her disappointment, the Ruan parents accepted her gifts, only to tell her that Ruan Mianmian was an ungrateful wretch who had severed all ties with the family.

Xu Huan was truly out of options now.

Seeing that she had failed to accomplish the task, Xu’s father and Xu Wei had to look for another way.

Through a friend, Xu Wei learned from Gu Xichen that Ruan Mianmian was actually Qi Yan’s wife. The sky seemed to collapse upon him.

"Dad, what are we going to do now?" Xu Wei asked, frantic.

"How can this be!?" Heyi Chuxue stared in shock at the gigantic flaming arrow hurtling toward him, his expression changing drastically.

A cold voice rang out, shattering the final sliver of hope deep within Su Mengyao’s heart.

However, this caused Lin Fei to completely lower his guard against Jiang Xinlan, and he drifted off into a comfortable sleep on the bed.

This man was the commander-in-chief of the Liao army, Yelu Yudu, a Grand General of the Jinwu Guard, Commander of the Eastern Route, and a renowned general during the final years of the Liao Dynasty.

Only those who were truly diligent could remain undisturbed by such a massive commotion. Such individuals were few and far between throughout Jie-xian Ridge, and the only one associated with Martial Saint Peak—or more accurately, with the master of Martial Saint Peak—was Puppet Zhang.

After much effort, Gu Ling’er had checked every single acupuncture point on Long Tianchen’s body from head to toe, yet found nothing unusual. Could her analysis have been wrong? Gu Ling’er looked at the sleeping Long Tianchen with a melancholic expression, deep in thought.

This time, Wu Tian did not dodge; he simply stood still, staring up at the massive black palm in the sky.

Regarding the Goddess Houtu, Luo Fang had always assumed she was the Houtu of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but it now seemed he had been completely mistaken.

Lin Fei took another two steps, and the "creak, creak" sound returned. Lin Fei stopped again, and the strange noise ceased accordingly.

Looking ahead, he saw a dark figure sprinting away some dozens of paces away. Zhao Hao scanned his surroundings, spotting two other shadows fleeing even further off. He roared in anger, drew his sword, and gave chase to the figure in front.

The boy’s soft, messy hair brushed against her ear, carrying the scent of orange soda, which compelled Xia Kou to meet his gaze.

Judging by his ability to lie through his teeth and his utter shamelessness, he really ought to be working in one of those high-level government departments.

On the fourteenth day of the third month of the fourth year of the Keio era, the Meiji Emperor, together with the princes, daimyo, and domain retainers, offered sacrifices to the deities of heaven and earth at the Shishinden. Meiji swore a grand oath: "Now that we are embarking on a restoration of the imperial government, if among the millions of people in the empire there is a single one who has not found his place, it is my fault. I intend to sail across the vast oceans to spread the nation’s prestige to the four corners of the world, so that the world may dwell in prosperity and peace."

It was bad enough dealing with the insignificant Xia Xiao, but now this lunatic was allowed to run wild and trample all over her?

Whether it was the expulsion of those ancient half-blood families or the powerful return of that White Emperor, both events had caused a massive uproar across the world... though in this case, "the world" referred to the world of half-bloods.

With lives at stake, Lin Tao did not dare delay; he immediately ordered vehicles to be arranged, intending to go and see the situation for himself.

The werewolves behind him seemed to have had some switch flipped; they howled, dropped to all fours, and began chasing like wolves.

Furthermore, in the process of suppressing the rebellion, your Ottoman Empire will, to some extent, need to rely on our strength—whether it be money or intelligence.

"The reason, of course, is that the mastermind used insects to accelerate the fetus's growth, turning Li Yanan into the host hive for the fusion," Qingfeng said in a low voice, his hands forming seals as he muttered incantations.

The second rank was the limit of what this elf could control; the Crown Prince of the God Clan had been at this level as well.

Xu Huan was the unfortunate one. Although the Thunder Palm was aimed at Lei Lin, for some reason, it was Xu Huan who suffered the most severe injuries.

The two personal disciples of Sword Peak, who were effectively its half-masters, could no longer contain their urgency and flew on their swords toward the outer sect’s communal courtyard.