Chapter 882

I certainly don’t qualify as a good match!

The thing Jiang Nansun feared most had finally happened: after hearing Zhu Suosuo’s blurted-out words, He Chen, who had just taken the Jiaduobao from the server, opened it, took a big sip, smiled, and replied—his first words turned Jiang Nansun’s face pale.

You can’t possibly be!

She thinks you are!

Yet He Chen naturally never considered her feelings—he always did exactly as he pleased.

Some people look good in clothes, others look bad—just like the saying goes: even if you wear a dragon robe, you still don’t look like a crown prince!

Zhao Gao praised: “The Sword Saint truly keeps his word. This time, I, Zhao Gao, will also honor my promise—but next time, you’ll taste the true might of the Luo Wang.” With that, Zhao Gao turned and left.

Jiang Ming was now deeply frustrated—he never imagined Han Qiuya showed not a shred of elder decorum; she claimed to be teaching him to dance, but even he could tell she was grope-hunting.

After entering the villa, Yan Wu, Lin Ruoxi, and Long Miaomiao were chatting; seeing Yingjun return, Lin Ruoxi walked up and asked: “How’s the pharmacy going? I haven’t been there in days—nothing happened, right?” Lin Ruoxi naturally cared deeply about the pharmacy.

“Enough talk, disgusting bastard—take this!” Long Miaomiao’s eyes turned icy; as soon as she spoke, she kicked her leg, sending a spray of dirt and sand flying from the ground straight toward the opponent’s face.

As Zhao Gao neared the city gate, he was immediately surrounded—but one glance was enough; the One-Eyed Dragon recognized him.

Mo Changkong waved his hand, and the three behind him immediately left the room; moments later, the sound of a carriage driving away echoed!

“Doctor, what do you think of Mr. Lu Qi and his caravan?” After kicking off his fur boots and stepping onto the fur rug, Su Meili sat directly beside Zhang Lisheng and asked bluntly.

Unlike Feng Lingxi, Xie Liuyun’s expression was clearly agitated, even his body trembling slightly.

At this moment, the Prince of Yan was filled with regret—he was the Prince of Yan, second only to the Crown Prince among all princes, possessing endless wealth and power that could shake heaven and earth. But now, all of it had turned to nothing—dead men cannot enjoy any of these things.

Lin Canghai had clearly said he needed to calm down—was this really the result of his “calmness”? No, there must be something else.

“Fuck the gathering—how am I supposed to go to a gathering?” Lin Canghai muttered—this kind of gathering, one he’d never attended, and one that Li Muzi went to—was he even qualified?

“Gentlemen, what do you think?” Looking at the determined gazes of Yu Long Liuxing and the others, Shi Tian turned to the two brothers of the Star Thirty-Six.

As Lin Feng had just entered the Yinming Passage, he felt a powerful spiritual sense attack strike from behind. Without hesitation, he thrust the Zhuxian Sword backward.

Besides them, many other unknown powerful individuals were also at the peak of the Dou Di realm; Bai Wuqian wondered inwardly: perhaps those people were the ones Shi Tian had once ordered Jun Wenda and others to gather into the Star-Moon Divine Guard.

One step, one celestial stair—before long, Xiao Feng crossed the hundredth stair, the threshold representing the potential to become a Yu Tian powerhouse.

After rising, Hu Shi was immediately attacked by another wild leopard; he clenched his fist and delivered a right hook to the leopard’s neck, knocking it to the ground—the leopard let out a low growl and retreated in fear.

Helian Ba felt the terrifying sword light hurtling toward him; his pupils instantly contracted. Infinite chaotic laws formed before him into a river of chaos.

Some Jinshen Shihun Bugs, struck repeatedly, exploded—upon death, their bodies turned into golden flames that fell to the ground and burned.