Chapter 847

“Auntie also has the surname Ruan?”

He Chen watched, astonished yet amused.

He Chen was not surprised by the master-sibling relationship between Ting Mei, Zhu Wushuang, and Qiao Weidong.

This is a fusion of the variety-show world.

It’s highly likely that the same face has all kinds of strange connections.

In “The Outlaws of the Martial World,” Bai Zhantang and Zhu Wushuang were master and sister in the Kuihua Sect.

In this fusion world, becoming university senior and junior is perfectly normal.

But he hadn’t expected it to be her.

Meng Yueyun noticed a flicker of venom in the eyes of the imprisoned Wu Wang Qi, and slightly frowned.

Curious at last, Meng Yueyun stepped out of Xuan Linghua’s arms, walked a few steps upward, and looked down from above toward the slope.

Tiantian knew Lin Hang and the others were holding back their anger; she no longer conserved energy boxes, and the Skeleton Legion could now unleash high-power weapons without restraint—they had plenty of energy, and so did they.

“Boom!” Before Duan Chen’s body even hit the ground, the Nine-Tailed Cat Demon’s attack struck again; with a violent explosion, Duan Chen was slammed onto the earth—his HP was now critically low.

Chu Tian stirred slightly amid the ruins. He hadn’t died—he couldn’t die. He moved his right hand: still there. The Xi Ying Sword—still there. As long as he had the sword, there was hope.

Tiantian’s heart swelled with intense curiosity; she followed the two young men who had shed their gear, determined to understand what had just happened. Her intuition told her that was the highest form of mecha—and what she had built was merely its basic form.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?” Le Piaopiao showed no reaction to his twisted face, didn’t leap up or flee—his curiosity grew. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pleasure.

Why did Feng Changwei’s fire, the whip techniques used by Tian Ce, always give her a sense of déjà vu?

This time, Leng Muchen was hurt; next time, whether it was her or someone else, Qin Yaxing refused to witness it again.

“Could you be the king of the Sacred White Fox Clan, Fox Yan ‘Yu’?” Yuan Shuai finally voiced his suspicion.

Song Tao followed closely behind, paid ten spirit stones to the gatekeeper cultivator, and entered.

“Hmph, following me? Fine, let you follow!” Qing Xiu muttered to himself. Behind them, a shadow moved left and right, maintaining distance. When they returned to their lodgings, the two parted ways, each heading to their own room. Qing Xiu didn’t give it another thought.

Three fireballs, launched from just before Karl’s position, quickly scattered and floated back and forth, yet hesitated to attack.

Clause Three of the Treaty: The Kingdom of Luoyu must unconditionally provide the Divine Hidden Empire with up to three Blade G2 Gao units, and monthly donate five thousand Thunder Hammers, fifty thousand surface-to-air missiles, and one million Dragon-Slaying Missiles.

It was strange—the imperial concubine selection seemed to have vanished. Since it was last postponed, over a month had passed with not a single word from the palace; no one knew the reason behind it.

Long Ling, Xin Rou, Xin Er, Yi Shan, and others had not taken seats in the main hall. Xing Yue hadn’t wanted to come either, but she had to represent Yao Yue City to present gifts and offer birthday wishes to Saina, so she remained.

The sound of swords being drawn was sharp—I snapped back to reality to see one of Liu Yun’s personal eunuchs already drawing his blade and fighting Liu Yun. I stood frozen, watching as the Imperial Guards surged forward, while I could only stare helplessly.

“You don’t bully others and you’re lucky—how dare you claim they provoked you?” the white-clothed man snapped.

“Because of you. Because I suddenly thought of you, and linked you with Anxin.” Jing Mo didn’t turn around; his smile was bitter. He truly felt like an idiot—everyone else should be hunting down Yao Ze’s whereabouts, yet here he was.