Chapter 547: Mom and Dad

"Yang Yang, promise Mom one thing."

"Okay."

"Won't you ask what it is?"

"Whatever Mom says, I promise you."

"Promise me, never forget me and your Dad; me and your Dad will never forget you."

"Mm, okay, I won't forget. You are my Mom and Dad; how could I forget?"

"Good. Then promise me, if... I mean, if"

Just as the group was investigating while chatting, suddenly someone looked around, sensed something amiss, and spoke up to warn them.

The Dao Intent Mountain Range and the Heaven-Asking Furnace were utterly unable to withstand this mighty Sovereign's might; instantly, their spiritual sources were smashed apart and returned to Chu Yan's body.

This was the most bloody and violent battle; the entire secret chamber was filled with energy fragments and a scent of blood so thick they felt viscous.

I wonder if they left this dangerous stockade long ago and abandoned us here.

"Are you ever going to shut up?" Before Zhao Ritian could finish, Xiang Yu kicked him on the buttocks.

"It's alright, don't worry." Jingjing patted Emily's hand, still smiling gently.

And at this moment, Guan Caijun's eyes were bloodshot; he had entered the advanced stage of demonic possession, having lost all self-awareness, knowing only slaughter, knowing nothing but slaughter.

"My beloved concubine, I have nowhere left to go!" Sima Yao buried his entire face between Su Qiao'er's hands and said painfully.

Unfortunately, what happened yesterday in the Imperial Prince's hall did not spread out of the palace; the martial artists who attended the banquet said not a word about what occurred there, so those who opened the betting markets had no one who could grasp Tang Yi's information, and no one knew Tang Yi was very strong.

I don't know whether these people did it on purpose, or on purpose, or on purpose?

An Qin held the armrest and stood up; suddenly, her vision grew dizzy when looking at things, and then, losing her balance, she fell backward.

After years of fighting on the battlefield with her, brothers who had lived and died together countless times, now became prisoners of others.

The root of a cultivator who emerges from a body-world lies in that very body-world where they once were. But in the world where they are, where is there any Six Realms of Reincarnation?

Lin Bufan truly had not "gathered" with his masters for far too long, and his masters had not "gathered" with him either.

After all, in the public eye, Voldemort was already dog-dead, and the England national team was still n five-year plans away from winning the championship...

It was probably also because, aside from knowing this fact last night, nothing special had happened due to this neighborly relationship.

The entire building stood two stories tall; after entering the main gate, there was a spacious foyer, with Italian marble and plaster walls adorned with countless gold leaves.

Knowing she deliberately used words to choke him, Jiang Yu still felt a sting in his heart when he heard it. Although she did not oppose the two of them marrying, nor did she refute calling him her husband, he knew that in her heart, he could at most be considered a partner; to become her true husband would likely not be so easy.

To him, fear and cowardice were two unfamiliar words, to the point that he found it hard to understand their true meaning.

At any time, the council was always full of radicals. Because generally, councilors need not bear political responsibility for their words and deeds, as they hold no decision-making power. This made councilors a bit like the censors of the former Eastern Great Eating Kingdom, able to talk nonsense without any restraint.

Especially the last one, Zhang Daoling, was a proper Nine-Star Half-Ultimate Realm existence, which made Li Chengqian very satisfied.

But even though Xiang Yue'e felt uneasy in her heart, time still carelessly marched on to that day two weeks later.