Chapter 177: Chapter One: Seizing the Human Vessel! Violent Aesthetics

Dimensional space.

Deng Ken’s consciousness seemed to resonate with the river of time; in an instant, the flow of time accelerated, and he even gained a semblance of prophetic ability, faintly perceiving certain future timelines.

This is the ability of the Immortal Spirits!

Deng Ken’s feeling at this moment was extraordinary—he saw time as if it were a horizontal fork, the handle representing humanity’s past, and the tines the…

The media never expected Shen Qingyan and her husband to both attend this engagement banquet; Yang Ruoli was equally surprised.

“Hey, where’s your husband?” Yue Li scanned around but couldn’t spot An Zeyu.

Bai Xiaoyu didn’t know whether Fu Qingkui’s words were a sneer at her excuse, or if he had begun to suspect she was sent by the Peng family.

“I’m just me—I was always strong, I just kept a low profile,” Lei Yu smiled at Xiang’er, occasionally taking advantage of her.

Shi Min kept waiting, but when the car arrived at the front gate, no phone call came—she knew Shang Ao wouldn’t show up. Yang Shimin gave up; if Shang Ao didn’t come, then so be it.

Undoubtedly, after Jiang Guangtou finished speaking, he received even more enthusiastic applause from the crowd. The meeting then moved to its main agenda: selecting the principal members of the civilian government.

When her blurred gaze met Shang Peidi’s ink-deep eyes, she froze for a moment, then resigned herself—tonight, no good sleep was possible.

At this critical moment, a squad of mysterious armed personnel burst through the door and stormed in. They disarmed Hitler and knocked the couple unconscious, transporting them to Huaxia.

Fu Chengjue finally left the Fu family. He had planned to drive, but forgot his keys; and as Han Yunlin had implied when he left, everything in the Fu household no longer belonged to him—not even money or possessions.

When he arrived, Shen Nao was already there and had ordered him tomato-chili mussels and toast.

Song Yuyan frowned—the man wore a mask, so his full facial features were obscured, leaving him somewhat puzzled.

Even several princesses and marquises, along with the Crown Prince’s Personal Guard, had gathered in this tent, sitting together chatting.

Cheng Rongjian said nothing, only watched her. Jiang Guangguang acted as if she felt no gaze, calmly entering the kitchen.

Upon hearing the news, She Saihua, She Lüqing, She Luming, She Caiyun, and She Tiedan grew anxious.

Ding, the host’s task is complete. You may return to reality, or wait five days until the training period expires.

Yi Jin sat at his desk, raised his eyes, and looked at the furious Yan Jue; before he could frown, a dark shadow loomed over him—a punch swept past.

She had completely severed all ties with Han Deliang—their childhood friendship, their former love.

Bangalore walked forward expressionlessly, Garomo already in hand, even Garomo’s scabbard held tightly by him.

“Xi’er wishes to hear her husband’s voice? Then let me continue…” Yuan Ye went on.

Yan Huan picked up the bean sprouts one by one, arranged them neatly, and planned to make noodle soup with them that evening.

“Auntie, hello, I’m Wan Qianqian. I’ve already spoken with Lan Yangyang!” Wan Qianqian wanted to say more, but the gentle voice interrupted her.

He was the top figure in Huaxia’s business world, and Tang Huan was likewise a rising powerhouse—the soul of the giant Shengtian Group.

“Missing an arm does make one look rather odd,” Yao Zhenbei didn’t sit; he stood beside the bed, looking down at his son.

Later, the ancestral elder of the Fire Monkey Clan contacted the old Yao clans of the Eastern Region, personally visiting Gu Lan Academy, and jointly proclaimed throughout the Eastern Region: humans and Yao are one family; apart from personal grudges, no racial war may be arbitrarily ignited.