Chapter 139: A Bountiful Harvest, Worth Celebrating

Holding the soft, tender, slightly cool body in his arms, Gu Zhao had nothing much to ask.

In fact, everything was simply a matter of things falling into place naturally.

Whether it was walking and chatting hand in hand with Zhu Qingyan, or studying formations together, there had long been an unspoken understanding between them.

Add to that the earlier incident where Liu Qingfeng mistook Zhu Qingyan for his wife, or yesterday when Qiao Yunyao referred to the two of them as a matched couple; neither he nor Zhu Qingyan had denied it.

After Chen Meng's consciousness entered the Star, Chen Meng saw that Xavier had already set up a gateway waiting for her.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. Zong Luoyu never worried about the wedding matters; Li Muyan and Zong Yijin would not let her worry.

Luo Qimo wanted the baby to stay with her, but the newborn was taken away by the nurse.

I stretched both hands toward the sky, and then two peach-wood swords flew up from the ground back into my hands.

If there is no path to walk, one can only enter the swamp; Hua Yueling did not wish to wander inside the swamp.

Liang Ye and Xiao Xiao stared for a long time; upon seeing themselves in the picture, two patches of red instantly appeared on Xiao Xiao's cheeks.

"Just a long sword." Qin Hu glanced at Chen Zhitao, as if to say, Are you a country bumpkin? A single sword has you so startled?

Yuan Meiqing was the same as before; his smile was as gentle as ever, yet at this very moment, in Ye Hao's eyes, his heart felt strangely awkward.

A very faint sound was emitted. In a daze, Hua Yueling heard people talking, among whom was a voice he was quite familiar with.

I slowly lowered my head toward Yaoyao. Probably the shadow of the light fell on Yaoyao's eyes, making her notice. Seeing Yaoyao open her eyes, I suddenly smiled.

"Da Chen, Hongyu! This is Mr. Guo!" Uncle De pointed to the uncle sitting there and said to us.

"Retreat." The black-clad man knew immediately that things were dire; his entire body began to vanish into the void.

As Ling Xiao's words just ended, Chi's toe tapped once and he vanished from the spot. Liu Motao's entire body bristled with goosebumps; he blocked with his heavy sword. A tremendous force surged through, and Liu Motao stepped back, leaving footprints on the grass.

It was the same question, only the tone of speech was more Solemn and sharper. Lancang Zhu's brows were furrowed deeply, revealing deep furrows between them.

"Then if the project can truly be approved, in your opinion, Mr. Zhu, what scale would it be, and during what timeframe would it be carried out?" Qin Yang asked, pressing to the bottom of the pot.

These people shouted outside the tent. Duan Mu's forehead broke out in a fine sweat; that one divine technique could not hold back those two demonic beasts. Duan Mu's face showed pain.

From a few scattered words, Yun Ni seemed to have encountered a change, but after Dong Huang became the major shareholder, he himself could no longer be as before. There was no room for me to intervene; even if I wanted to help, I was powerless.

Seeing the BOSS charge toward him, Wu Jie did not dodge or evade. Almost instantly, he equipped the Falling Moon Bow and the Sword That Turns to Ashes, took the lead without hesitation, and launched a charge in an attempt to block the BOSS and forcibly cut off its aggro; otherwise, Nangong Xue would be in danger.

Seeing Feng Yu again, Qin Heng could clearly feel that this person was strong, very strong, yet in the past he had not used force against him, showing he was not that kind of vicious person. But now, seeing such an expression, it was clear how furious this matter had made him.

These two were naturally Xiao Yu's two disciples. The white-haired man was Xiao Yu's fourth disciple, Yao Zhuo; the other was Xiao Yu's third disciple, Ling Xu.

Zhu Bujie was disgusted by him, his anger flaring within. Spiritual light spread as he wiped away the spittle. Then he raised his palm; fierce wind howled, the palm shadow struck down, and he chopped fiercely at his crown.

At such a time, how could Abner have the time to look at the quest? He merely glanced over, saw there was no quest time and no quest penalty, and immediately shouted loudly.