Chapter 253: Son of the Wind

"I truly thank you; you've even started selling your daughter."

Although Ruan Hongzhuang knew her mother was joking, she still felt angry.

Jiang Yingxue said nothing, merely smiling as she watched Shen Siyuan.

Shen Siyuan was also somewhat at a loss between laughter and tears, and hurriedly said, "Auntie, that's impossible. Rest assured, I will definitely treat Ruan Ruan well."

Jiang Yingxue nodded with a smile and said, "Auntie believes you."

In fact, given her experience,

the City Lord of Pojun merely stared fixedly at the strange emblem carved right in the center of these people's helmets, his body trembling slightly as if somewhat frightened.

Because the Stele of Gaia had evolved, storing more energy, it was enough to teleport him back twice in a row.

The Austro-Hungarian Navy was blocked in the Mediterranean Sea and could not enter the Indian Ocean for at least three months.

Given the identities of Si Qing and Gu Yanying, if they acted directly, it would be tantamount to a complete break and war; having a subordinate or disciple one realm lower than themselves fight removed such concerns and was also a test of underlying strength and power.

As if sensing Shi Ruoyu's arrival, Liu Xi, who was beating a certain unlucky zombie, turned around with an "Eh?" and stared blankly at Shi Ruoyu, standing silent for a long while.

Amidst constant reports by domestic media, many people also began to pay attention to the upcoming Manchester Derby.

Shi Ruoyu smiled and comforted them a few words, found a place to dry her body, and changed into a clean work uniform.

"Boom!" A surge of powerful inner yuan energy erupted instantly, striking Dai Xiancong's body like a massive iron hammer.

Then he asked Chen Liu; Chen Liu was cunning. At the time of the incident, that bastard had just come out of the hotel after spending the night with Gao Jing, and then immediately headed to Zhong Ling Town to accompany Gao Baozhen shopping.

Caught in surprise, the powerful man of the Divine City was grabbed by the throat by Chu Nan; Chu Nan's purpose was simple: to force these people to reveal why they had come here.

Wang Yan thought for a moment and chose the first option; Wang Yan himself understood that leading these team members with no battlefield experience, if a fight broke out, how many would survive was truly hard to say, and total annihilation was very possible. Lang Xingtian possessed great strength and was very familiar with the jungle; following him might bring about a miracle.

They were exactly like this now; before coming here, they had undergone countless professional trainings, so even encountering such an event would not frighten them.

Xing Tianlin recounted the matter exactly as it happened; of course, he would never be suicidal enough to reveal his own inner thoughts.

Nalan Lan'er was startled by the First Imperial Prince's cloying voice; since he called her "Mother," had he not always addressed her as "Imperial Consort"?

Bai Li Junyi's expression was stern, his momentum like a sharpened blade looking down with disdain, while Xiao Jingran's face was not good, his eyes bearing dark circles as if he hadn't rested for a long time, and an aura of irritability surrounded him.

Shen Ninghua touched the heads of the two children; they were hot and covered in sweat. Worrying they might catch a cold later, she immediately ordered people to take them down to bathe and change clothes.

"I also want to go, but..." Xia Shi spoke up. Xiao Jingjing looked at her. Xia Shi found herself unable to speak, noticing her mother-in-law staring at her continuously.

An Sining saw Nalan Lan'er's embarrassed expression and laughed too. She hadn't seen someone drunk on wine for the first time, but she felt the wine had only been opened from the jar a short while ago, and Nalan Lan'er had said one sentence before collapsing. No matter how one looked at it, she was too weak.

Ye Zhen thought that if those two were indeed real, it would be somewhat serious; it wasn't untreatable, it was just difficult to treat in ancient times.

Jing Yizhe placed the coffee in his hand on the nearby table... fingers as white as jade gently tapped on the table. The crisp sound slowly began to rise with a rhythm.

They changed into Mongol clothing, applying some oil paint to their faces every day to make their skin look dark with a touch of highland red, appearing much closer to the locals, so that no one could recognize them as southerners at first glance.