She was truly radiant.

At the last red carpet I watched, she looked stunning, though it was a pity there were no polished photos afterward.

It had been a red carpet appearance arranged on short notice, and no photographer had been assigned at the time. I really love your clothes, Yun, so if I ever walk a red carpet in the future, the gowns will be your responsibility.

Come on, one dress can tie me up for months. Who has that kind of time?

I don’t care how the others look. I only like yours.

Sun Yeyun smiled and took that as an answer.

Seeing the two of them chatting so intimately, Jiang Zeyu sat to the side and waited in silence.

Come to think of it, the two of them seemed to have truly forgotten about him.

“Where is the bathroom?” Jiang Zeyu asked.

“In the bedroom.”

“Hey, what happened to you? Why do you look so awful?” With a few loose strands of jet-black hair and a face as beautiful as polished white jade, now dusted with a little dirt, Chu Yanan’s voice fell as she immediately noticed Yi Jianfeng’s face, pale as paper, and asked with obvious concern.

Damn it, so if I put a beer bottle here, does that mean I’m drinking? What kind of logic is that? By your reasoning, if an eighty-year-old tearful grandmother walked past you, that would somehow prove you’d done some beastly, despicable thing to her?

Talking nonsense had always been Zuo’s specialty; the words came flying out of his mouth at once.

Lu Yifan: “Uh... I get it! You want me to go persuade Thunder Lord to change his mind, right?”

“Cursed dragon, do you truly intend to make an enemy of this sovereign?”

The heaven-covering giant hand vanished from the void, and then a nearly transparent figure appeared there. The moment it emerged, it roared toward the mysterious peerless powerhouse known as Cursed Dragon in the Savage Forbidden Land.

As Vivian said, defeating Tommy and coercing Vivian so that the forces of the Broken Army would return empty-handed was exactly what he most wanted to see.

“Pardon my offense,” Ye Fan said, and once again took hold of Xue Lingyu’s soft, boneless, tender left hand. At the same time, his right arm reached behind her and gently supported the delicate curve of her back.

Luo Feng only smiled and said nothing. At least for now, it seemed there was nothing in this world that could threaten him, though who could say what might happen later?

Clearly, that crushing victory just now, along with Jiang Jichen’s overwhelmingly forceful and domineering presence, had done the trick.

Judging by the story, Hill was about to be harmed. Though Luo Feng wanted with all his heart to save her, he knew very well that his current abilities were still too weak.

Or else, when Jiang Jichen and the three death warriors were left battered and exhausted by one another, he could strike with thunderous force.

Mo Yu glanced at the time and felt that, by the speed of the flying motorcycle, Jinyu should have arrived long ago. He opened the AI and sent a video call, but no one answered for a long while.

And the town he could visit near the Lanruo Temple only sold ordinary iron weapons. Those that occasionally carried a little sharpness or sturdiness were worth a small fortune.

After changing into A Chu’s clothes, Gu Qingruo slipped away in secret. Along the road, there were corpses everywhere. What worried her most at that moment was, without question, her father emperor and mother empress. In truth, Mu Yun had been behind Gu Qingruo all along. He did not understand why he was so concerned for her, as though something in the dark were guiding him toward her.

“Miss, please wait. I had my reservations just now. You are so young that it was only natural for Lin to have doubts. I hope you will forgive me.” Lin Xiao apologized.

“Huh?” Song Manya almost blurted out that, with luck that good, he must have won the newest model of fruit machine. Only because Wen Yunqing had just slapped her in the face did she refrain from saying it.

Huang Ying bent slightly at the waist. At the level of a Soul Douluo, he already counted as a major figure in his own right, and there was naturally no need for him to kneel.

Their martial souls were not spiritual in attribute, and they had no soul skills of that type. Under Hu Liena’s enchantment, they had no power to fight back at all.

Compared with Emperor Shi’s confusion, what made Chi Zhiheng even more regretful was the needless sacrifice of the power of the nine clan kings. In order to reduce unnecessary losses, he had no choice but to drive the Lingxi Supreme Yang Divine Thunder to block the rampage of the nether spirit, while at the same time unfolding the Seven Slaughter Space and “drawing in” the remaining dozens of clan kings.