153. The Convenient "Brother-in-Law"

The large black horse pulling the cart shook its head vigorously, lowered it, and snorted out successive puffs of hot steam. Its large eyes blinked rapidly, opening and closing continuously, while its front hooves scraped the dirt back and forth. Today, for some inexplicable reason, it felt extremely restless.

The Griffin leader was bathed in blood, one of its eyes slightly closed, while fresh blood continued to stream out. Resembling bloody tears, its appearance was utterly terrifying.

Could it be that he truly had not yet mastered this set of footwork? Or was there some deeper mystery hidden within it?

Amidst the wave after wave of bidding, the price of the mission points skyrocketed to fifty million in the blink of an eye.

"This one." Looking at the clothes handed over by Nami, Wang Hou nodded, pulled out a few cloaks from the pile, and handed them to Garen and the others.

Luo Tian held the sword up with both hands, feeling its cool, damp texture. Green patterns were etched across its surface, resembling the delicate, slender veins of a leaf.

For Yan'er had found something that made her feel even more blissful—she was finally together with Murong Feng.

However, I distinctly heard a sound, so I gripped my flashlight and slowly reached out into the darkness. Just as I took two steps forward, someone suddenly patted me on the back. Acting on pure reflex, I spun around to find Professor Ouyang. "Are you really alright?" he asked with a concerned expression.

"Spot-on analysis, clear train of thought, and meticulous thinking—not bad, not bad!" Ghost exaggerated deliberately, acknowledging me while simultaneously giving a thumbs-up with a teasing undertone.

The doppelganger perfectly evaded the corrosive liquid. Kawada Teru glanced back at the Obsidian-tier creature in the sky, and only after confirming that it was pursuing him did he run straight toward the Heavenly Tree without looking back.

"What acute vigilance this spirit beast has," Mu Nan thought to himself. Just moments ago, merely because he had a slight emotional lapse upon hearing that the Unicorn Gale Pig had advanced to the late third rank, he had been detected.

Inevitably, there were social gatherings that could not be shirked. When Bai Ran gathered with the matrons to drink tea, appreciate flowers, and play leaf-cards, she would always hear the younger matrons incessantly complaining about their post-marital grievances, lamenting how the fleeting sweetness of the newlywed days and the romantic moonlit trysts had faded away.

Although this was Li Mingze's first romance, the weight he accorded to these feelings in his heart far surpassed his regard for himself.

If one was not chosen by Sun Xi as a first- or second-class maid, they were relegated to the miserable fate of being a low-class maid ordered around by everyone. Not only did they have to handle the dirtiest and most exhausting chores, but they also received the lowest wages.

Back when she faced ostracism from everyone else, she had defended him on multiple occasions, which sparked a deep sense of goodwill within him.

In short, Madam Yu became famous, and the Yu family's ancestor, Yu Chongyao, also became famous. Their renown spread far and wide to an outrageous degree, reaching the pinnacle of their lives within both the aristocratic clans and the martial arts world.

Those three acknowledged Liu Xingyu's instructions with a nod, and then immediately set off to busy themselves.

This ethereal temperament was often the most effective in captivating individuals like the blue-robed young man, who were accustomed to worldly luxuries, leaving them completely spellbound.

"Boss, how was the tactile sensation just now?" Hua Buhui, the chubby fellow weighed down by hundreds of pounds of excess flesh, padded over to Mu Nan's side and asked with an ambiguous grin.

Deprived of the protection provided by the sanctuary's energy shield, the sanctuary itself proved equally incapable of withstanding the dense barrage of missiles. Ultimately, amidst a series of violent roars and surging flames, it collapsed completely, reducing to a sea of ruins.

"You want to use this to threaten me, don't you?" Lin Yu glanced at Duan Zong, who responded with a bitter smile.

"No need, I don't mind," Lei Ming轩 said as he put on his clothes, his tone dripping with utter nonchalance.

Whichever scenario played out, it could only bring harm and no benefit whatsoever to Xiao Qingyu. At present, all he could do was hope that Wei Xun would adopt the same dutiful attitude he had displayed while serving as an official in the Li State, and dedicate himself wholeheartedly to protecting the common people of the Da Rui Empire.

For so many years, his search for Song Yuyao had never once slackened, and naturally, he harbored suspicions that the events of the past year had hidden implications.

Suddenly, I felt a gaze fixed upon me. Looking in that direction, I discovered the captain of the God of War team watching me with a smile.

"What? He actually laid a hand on my family!" Xie Tian said, driven to fury by embarrassment. Wang Yaqiao nodded, prompting Xie Tian to hurriedly dispatch a telegram to the Xie Mansion in Nanjing to make inquiries.

For a time, beneath the sea of golden swords and amidst the two blade-like vortexes, shrill screams echoed endlessly, while a layer of crimson blood permeated both the golden sword sea and the blade tempests.

"We claim this time we are facing the elites of all factions from the Eastern Continent; there's no telling if there might be people from the Western Continent mixed in as well," Di Tian said with an unwilling expression, though the news was reliable and confirmed.

Sensing the immense force transmitted through the staff, he knew the Ghost Fire King's words were no exaggeration; the foe was indeed unimaginably powerful.

Perhaps because he was too familiar with Ye Ningxiang, or perhaps because he cared for her too deeply, Mu Xiyze invariably acted on impulse whenever he interacted with her—just like the words that had just slipped unthinkingly from his mouth.

Early the next morning, within the courtyard of the border police station. All the special operations team members, attired in matching Snow Leopard combat uniforms, stood neatly arrayed in the center of the courtyard. The other officers of the police station stood off to one side. Aside from the occasional bird chirp, the entire courtyard was utterly silent. Everyone listened intently as the military district commander issued the new combat mission.

His expression immediately drew the attention of Jiang Fusheng and the White Civet, who simultaneously shifted their gaze toward Yao Muchen, as if preparing to question him.

A single meal typically lasted thirty to forty minutes. Once someone finished eating, a tea server would pour a generous dollop of tea water directly into their bowl, which served as a post-meal rinse.

He glanced at Cui Bin, who was sitting on the other side of Xiao Shiyu with a deeply furrowed brow, wondering what was occupying the man's thoughts right now.

At that moment, however, a strange force stirred within his body, instantly merging with the murderous aura outside to weave yet another miraculous protective energy barrier around him, instantly repelling all the tearing force generated by the golden water vortex.

Sometimes, a single word too many or too few can alter the very course of one's life. A superfluous word might provoke catastrophe and end an existence, while a withheld remark might win favor and set one upon a bright path. Yet who can truly foresee the future? Perhaps this is merely the capricious play of fate; no matter how you struggle, destiny keeps a watchful eye on every step of your life's journey.