Chapter 305

“I’m perfectly clear—this isn’t about marriage yet. If you can’t fall in love with me within a year, we call it off. I’m serious—give it a try.” Her gaze was clear and bright, utterly devoid of jest.

“It means the Tongs family will still come to the Rubek Island region!” As he sorted his thoughts, Zhiyuan angrily shoved Wei’s head, seizing the chance to take advantage.

Liu’er laughed, her eyes curving like the new moon hanging at the edge of the night sky. Jinba couldn’t bear to look at her smile—each glance sent electric shocks through his body, as if he’d swallowed poison, his tongue stumbling, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.

The cookie warriors crafted by Krieger were pure products of Devil Fruit abilities, devoid of souls, and held no fear of Wei.

Sun Zhiqiang was met with unanimous condemnation from his entire family, who tore into him mercilessly.

Ning Yanyu’s fingers, which had been stroking the cup, paused slightly, then she smiled, curling her lips.

Zheng Xinghua’s hand had not yet lowered from his salute when Liu Jinfeng bent forward ninety degrees to bow to him. From his angle, he caught her short hair, cut at the neck, sliding down either side of her face, revealing her pale nape.

Ajiao wasn’t like that—she smiled brightly when serving in bed, and the next day, when it wasn’t her turn, she still wore a radiant smile, showing not a trace of sorrow.

Lan Ruozhou was a being revered by thousands on the Divine Demon Continent. Any person from Lan Ruozhou walking abroad was granted at least a modicum of respect by any faction on the continent.

But for Ying Xin Yue, this was an excellent gift—her first true piece of raw jadeite, which she cherished deeply and treasured even more.

The blood-red vertical eye stared unblinkingly at Baixue, as if it were the Heavenly Eye of Erlang Shen, radiating boundless magic.

She huddled in one spot, plucking at the grass beneath her feet. The neatly trimmed lawn was nearly level with the top of her shoes; the crushed blades had seeped their juice into her black embroidered slippers, barely visible. Her lips pouted long and low—was life really this uncooperative? This couldn’t go on.

Bo Niao couldn’t think of another way to shift the topic, so he tried turning his gaze aside—and surprisingly, he noticed something amiss.

He found the transparent plastic box he’d received when buying things at the supermarket, filled it with plenty, including many fruits.

On the battlefield, blades and swords show no mercy; if kin die in battle, one cannot blame heaven or curse fate. But if someone deliberately set a trap, no matter who they were, she would spare no cost to avenge their blood.

Three fluffy white tails swayed in the air; the boy’s deep blue attire made him appear especially ethereal.

Shen Anqi rolled her eyes. Didn’t he already have experience being a father?

Rong Yang’s words put Chas on the spot—he could stubbornly insist every word Rong Yang spoke was nonsense, but he dared not claim their master’s words were untrustworthy—that would be like a thief crying “Thief!”

After returning from her father, Jiang Yu lay on her bed, pretending to be utterly exhausted, feigning sleep.

“Hmph.” Facing Wu Ting’s attack, the Long family disciple showed utter disdain. He let the ribbon coil around him without even attempting to dodge.

“Hehe, Fat Brother, you really thought I was dead? It was all arranged by Chen Ge—we’re his right and left arms; how could we just vanish?” Liu Tianli seemed to have anticipated Wang Pengfei’s reaction, grinning slyly as he offered a pretext.

Creatures like the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, the Qilin clan, and the Nine Sons of the Dragon were likely unique. The Fish Beauty clan, in terms of their unique traits, already rivaled any of them.

The spaceship Summer currently rode was Dawn II, while the flagship of the Great Ming headquarters was Dawn I, commanded by Admiral Feng Qiuyan.

When the allied forces were six light-months away from the Buri Septagram, Ziling Star sent over a hundred envoys to meet them, arriving on three spacecraft. Summer hosted the envoys with full honors; after accommodating them, he once again convened the Pan-Alliance high command for a conference call to discuss occupying Buri.

As they walked, Bainuo suddenly asked: “I bet they hate me to death!” She pictured Fan Jian and Zhou Xiaolin’s expressions and burst out laughing.

“Even so, you keep arguing point by point with them—now they won’t even talk to you, and you’ve learned nothing. Didn’t we just waste a trip?” She still didn’t understand Qin Cang’s line of thinking.

As he spoke, light surged in Xia Liu’s hands; then, two towering pillars of azure flame roared into the sky like dragons, whipped by his palms.

Murong Lanxue’s voice trembled; her flawless white arms clutched Jiang Chen’s waist tightly, as if afraid he’d vanish. But he truly was leaving. This warmth, fleeting as a breath.

Hearing the flattery, Tang Yiyi’s father finally exhaled in relief—if others misunderstood, it would be a terrible nuisance.

That morning, Hou Changfeng continued using class time to secretly recall and organize the 2003 college entrance exam papers.

This phrase essentially means: only when Qi transforms into spiritual power and a spiritual source is opened in the dantian does one truly begin cultivation. The path is long and arduous, its difficulty sky-high, yet its realms have no final endpoint.

The three temporarily memorized reciting with Zheng Ying. Liang Nianlei even mimicked the posture of ghost-hunting Daoists from Hong Kong films. As they softly chanted the Pure Heart Mantra, white light appeared on all four of them—though Zheng Ying’s glow was thickest, the other three’s were faint, yet it calmed their hearts.