Chapter 875: Insult Zhu Suosuo!

“Golden Years?”

Zhu Suosuo’s heart melted at the name, silently cursing Ruo Lan—though not a decent person, he did have some talent—but she quickly recovered, glancing at her best friend and signaling her to introduce the man.

She wasn’t in Ruo Lan’s fan group and had never read his Liu Bei fanfics.

And Jiang Nansun clearly hadn’t shared this with her either.

Never had.

Because Jiang Nansun knew they didn’t get along.

Ah, no need for the princess to spell it out—just by that icy, cold face, Ji Lingsheng knew his feelings were one-sided; he might as well tear off his pride and trample it underfoot.

After the demonic influence faded, Ji Lingsheng’s heart often grew restless, reverting slightly to his old self—contradicting the Quiet Mind Dao he cultivated atop Qingyun Peak—making him fear that if he lost control of his emotions, he would fall back into demonic corruption.

Du Li took those words to heart, beaming as she went into the kitchen and meticulously washed the chopsticks and bowl Gu Chen had used.

To take Chengdu, Luocheng must be seized—it’s an unavoidable obstacle; only by capturing Luocheng can there be a chance to advance on Chengdu and claim it.

Judging by their expressions, they’re clearly after the Earthly Fiend Fire Fruit—wait and see; when we meet again, I’ll have a proper talk with them.

The wind-evil scarf snagged on the protruding crown of Ling Tian Emperor’s statue; his soaring body was yanked back and slammed hard onto the statue’s head.

If Hua Jiu could gather all eleven crystal needles and strike in one unified burst, perhaps she could expel the poison from her body in a single effort.

The newcomer was Yue Mingxiu, the supreme holder of life-and-death power in Siyue. Yue Mingxiu entered the underground palace and first bowed three times and kowtowed nine times before the unassuming stone coffin at the center—though normally revered by thousands, the Siyue Emperor now showed extreme solemnity in this ritual; no other reason was needed than the two characters carved on the tombstone: “Founding.”

The other side argued for caution: though Jingzhou was under siege, once they joined the battle, they wouldn’t face only Jingzhou’s troops.

Lin Yuan’s eyelids kept twitching as he stared at Xia Feng, yet he still spoke in an extremely gentle tone: “Old Li, don’t get angry—anything can be discussed calmly.”

Thirty-odd ancient jades instantly revealed their three-dimensional structures inside Li Yang’s mind; he crouched there dumbfounded, face still tinged with disbelief.

Seeing Yang Bin agree, Ye Ling was overjoyed, seemingly forgetting how he’d peed himself in fear just moments ago, and grew affectionate with Yang Bin again.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, Li Donglai couldn’t resist the temptation; he slowly tightened his embrace of YoonA, their cheeks naturally pressing together, stepping in rhythm to the beautiful melody, bodies brushing and parting, touching by accident or design.

“Hey, I’m Taylor. Nice to meet you.” Taylor Lautner stepped forward and shook Park Jaebeom’s hand, easing his tension.

Ao Yu hadn’t reacted yet when suddenly a searing pain struck him, and he lost consciousness.

Months had passed since their last meeting, and during this time, Yun Captain had grown even more captivating; her pure white robe seemed to radiate a soft glow, exuding an aura of sacred beauty.

It suddenly dawned on me—no wonder Master could make such an enormous favor, he must have made some kind of exchange.

Without these special requirements, others—even if they learned it—could never unleash its full power.

After getting out of the car, Li Fei’s face turned ashen at the sight of the roaring flames spreading before him.

“Go back—it’s cold, you’ll catch a chill.” Rong Ruo soothed gently, yet never dismounted—not because he didn’t want to, but because he dared not. He feared he’d never be able to move again.