Chapter 63: You Don't Object to This Marriage?

Looking at Jiang Ning’s exquisitely beautiful face, Zhou Siyao let out a light chuckle and said, "My dear Grand Princess, you are completely oblivious to your own beauty."

With that, she leaned in closer to Jiang Ning.

"If that man surnamed Shen were to see this face of yours, he would undoubtedly approve of this match."

Listening to Zhou Siyao’s teasing tone...

At this moment, the three War Gods burst forth once again. The air ahead seemed to distort, and in the void, the three War Gods collided, merging into a single ray of palm energy that slammed heavily down upon the surging golden dragon-elephant.

Bai Mo regretted it so much her intestines were turning green. Why was it that she was the one forced to confess through torture and made the butt of their jokes? She was the elder sister among them; they had no right to bully her like this.

"This item is of vital importance to you and is intertwined with your destiny, so you must accept it!" Qian Yunche’s eyes were clear and bright, leaving Keke no room for doubt.

Just as I brushed past Liu Bi, I felt another divine spirit on my right charging toward the fake underworld messenger just as I was.

Li Hongming replied in a loud voice. Watching the three American soldiers leave, he picked up Johnson, only to suddenly find his hands covered in a sticky substance.

"Hello!" Xia Mo could only retract her hand, return the bow earnestly, and offer a dry, awkward smile.

Seeing her two subordinates killed, Fa Liu felt a wave of terror, yet still muttered with bitter resentment.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a refined-looking young man standing before Nangong Yu, with Nangong Yu standing respectfully behind him.

Sisi truly had no other choice. Anyone else, he would have long since kicked away, but the one clinging to his foot was Xia Mo, whom he simply couldn't bring himself to kick. He could only tug at his hem, trying to pull his robe free from Xia Mo's grasp. This was a brand-new outfit he had put on just today, and it was quite clean.

The one harboring the deepest resentment and unhappiness was undoubtedly Murong Lin. With her usual graceful composure, she was actually picking a fight with Keke over such a matter. She remained firm in her conviction that Ilya was far from innocent and must have her own hidden agenda, even if she couldn't guess what it was.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhou Tong felt his muscles ripple throughout his body with a bizarre sense of rhythm, while his vital energy and blood steadily rose.

Seeing the horse-faced man fly into a rage, those who had been whispering amongst themselves lowered their heads, falling silent as cicadas in winter.

If she didn't keep a close eye on this increasingly gluttonous fellow and he actually tasted a bite, she feared she wouldn't be able to resist craving grilled snake skewers herself.

As members of the Fu family, they lacked neither top-tier cultivation techniques nor sword skills, and their innate talent and resources far surpassed ordinary people.

Thinking this, Ye Chuxi became even more reluctant to interact with Yi Xitong. After hesitating in place for a while, she prepared to head home first. However, looking at that bank card, her heart was filled with tangled anxieties. Gathering her courage at last, she made a phone call from inside the car.

"No way..." Helena blushed and shook her head, though the joy on her face was impossible to conceal.

"I wouldn't call it boring, I just wanted to come find you," Song Qingge said as he sat down on the hammock, swaying gently together with Jean Bart.

Wang Hao’s mother, her former mother-in-law, had actually traveled thousands of miles with her eldest son’s family to her company, demanding to see her.

Controlled while deep in sleep, Toyama Kazuha rose, her eyes tightly closed. She opened the bedroom door, picked up the kitchen knife from the floor with her right hand, and walked step by step toward Hattori Heiji’s bedroom door. Slowly raising her hand, she brought the blade toward his tender neck.

Shirai Jiu’s completely expressionless face and the innocent, childlike voice she emitted were two absolute extremes, creating a jarring dissonance that threatened to break the heavens.

From entering the room until now, Zhu Da’s attention had been entirely focused on the Yang family's veteran commander-in-chief, subconsciously overlooking Scholar Qin. Looking over now, however, he noticed that although Qin Chuan wore a smile, there was lingering resentment and anger hidden beneath it. Since it was so easily detected, it was clear he had no intention of hiding it at all.