Chapter 253

"I really ought to thank you—you've started selling your daughter now."

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

Jiang Yingxue said nothing, only smiled warmly at Shen Siyuan.

Shen Siyuan was equally exasperated and hurried to say, "Auntie, that's out of the question—I promise you, I'll treat Ruan Ruan well."

Jiang Yingxue nodded with a smile. "Auntie believes you."

In truth, given her experience,

but the commander of Pojun City merely stared fixedly at the strange emblem carved in the center of their helmets, his body trembling slightly, as if startled.

Because the Gaia Stele had evolved, storing more energy—enough to teleport him back twice.

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

Given the status of Si Qing and Gu Yanying, if they acted directly, it would mean breaking ties and going to war; sending subordinates or disciples one realm below them to fight avoided such risks and became a test of their underlying power and influence.

As if sensing Shi Ruoyu's arrival, Liu Xi, who had been beating up a Daomei zombie, turned around with a startled "Huh?" and stared blankly at Shi Ruoyu, frozen for a long moment without speaking.

Amid continuous media coverage domestically, many had begun paying attention to the upcoming Manchester derby.

Shi Ruoyu smiled and comforted them briefly, found a spot to dry off, and changed into a clean uniform.

"Boom!" A powerful internal energy surged instantly, like a massive iron hammer slamming into Dai Xiancong's body.

He then asked Chen Liu, who was cunning—the scoundrel had just left a hotel after spending the entire night with Gao Jing, then rushed straight to Zhongling Town to accompany Gao Baozhen shopping.

In his surprise, the Shencheng warrior was seized by the throat by Chu Nan, whose goal was simple: to force these men to reveal why they had come here.

Wang Yan thought for a moment and chose the first option—he knew himself that with these team members, lacking any battlefield experience, if they truly fought, how many would survive was uncertain, and total annihilation was very possible. Lang Xingtian was powerful and deeply familiar with the wilderness; following him might bring a miracle.

They were like this now—before coming here, they had undergone countless professional trainings; even encountering such situations wouldn't frighten them.

Xingtian Lin recounted the entire incident exactly as it happened, of course never daring to reveal his inner thoughts.

Nalan Lan'er was startled by the crown prince's cloying voice—he called her "Mother," but hadn't he always called her "Imperial Consort Mother"?

Baili Junyi's expression was cold and sharp, his aura like a newly honed blade; Xiao Jingran's face, however, was pale, dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept for a long time, radiating an air of irritability.

Shen Ninghua stroked the heads of the two children—they were both sweaty and warm; fearing they might catch a chill, she immediately ordered servants to take them down to bathe and change clothes.

"I want to go too, but—" Xia Shi spoke up. Xiao Jingjing looked at her, but Xia Shi hesitated, sensing her mother-in-law's gaze fixed on her.

An Sining smiled at Nalan Lan'er's embarrassed look—she wasn't seeing a drunk person for the first time, but this wine had barely been opened, and Nalan Lan'er had collapsed after just one sentence. Clearly, she was too weak.

Ye Zhen thought that if those two were genuine, it would be serious—not untreatable, but hard to treat in ancient times.

Jing Yizhe placed the coffee on the table beside him… his fingers, white as jade, tapped lightly on the table. A crisp, rhythmic sound slowly echoed.

They donned Mongolian clothing, daily painting their faces with pigments to appear dark and slightly sunburned, resembling locals so closely that no one could spot them as southerners at a glance.