Volume One, Chapter 117: We Met Long Ago

Under the priest’s blessing, the two spoke in unison:
“I do.”
They exchanged rings and kissed amidst the crowd’s blessings.
The wedding had been carefully prepared for any mishap, but in the end, nothing unexpected happened.
Afterwards, Yan Qiuning changed into her dress for the toast, and Yang Wanqing waited outside for her.
She donned a red dress, making her look like a delicate little rose.
He still hadn’t recovered from the Great Sage incident, wavering as the memory of Death God Karthus speaking of the Desno star system’s destruction lingered.
“Enough talking, Xuan, I’m going in. The rest is up to you.” Uchiha Madara crouched slightly, transformed into a black shadow, and charged out in an instant. He reached the jōnin in a flash, his shining blade slashing down at the man’s head.
With a sharp shout, a white figure blocked Ye Zhu’s path. Zhao Yingkong, startled, quickly raised her sword to parry. The clash of weapons rang out, and the two figures tumbled down the cliff.
I told the cute girl I’d run into a ghost, but she clearly didn’t believe me, thinking I was making it up. She simply closed her eyes, shifted a bit, and went back to sleep.

After Wu Xue spoke, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly turned toward Feng.
“You suspected before? What about now?” Luo Tianya threw aside the magazine, fixed his gaze on Yang Zi, and demanded in a low voice.
Flames roared over Hao Nan’s body—he had become a man of fire, his entire form ablaze.
Hearing this, Qing’e felt utterly useless, ashamed of disgracing the Jinling family’s ancestors. Yet, facing this mysterious man, she truly felt intimidated.
I just feel cursed—how did I end up crossing paths with someone from Thirteen High? Truly unlucky.
The Celestial Emperor spared this land only out of remembrance for his sister. But after so many years, the handsome emperor might have taken another bride, and who knows how long such sentiment can endure?
Fan Tong must be made aware that his actions are nothing short of hoisting a stone to smash his own foot.
On discharge day, she thought she would return home alone, but to her surprise, Li Sicheng stood at the hospital entrance holding a bouquet of lilies.
“Alright, Zhang Yu, you lead fifty-five guards to send gifts to Hongzhou,” Lady Fourteen instructed.
“It’s nothing.” Ji Canghai turned his face away. If others act without kindness, he refuses to act without righteousness. Who knows if An Yi is aware of the truth? Best not to let such matters become public, especially since the other party is his brother.
She still remembered his fickle moods. The last time, that handkerchief he scorned for being dirty—Qiu Ruoruo remembered it well.

Uncle Li handed the umbrella to Luo Zhihan and rushed forward, about to pick him up. At that moment, Luo Zhihan finally saw Ling Yun’s face clearly, and her heart trembled.
The words Luo Hansheng had spoken to her echoed in her mind like a warning bell, never ceasing.
Unlike the murderous aura of the Asura God before, this time the golden light was sacred and noble, drawing countless eyes to the enormous angelic apparition.
Lin Meixin laughed, “Sister works for national security, and you’re an innate ancient martial arts master. Of course she’d notice you, that’s why she knows so much.”
Just then the gang leader shouted into the darkness, “Who’s there! Get out here, stop hiding!”
He immediately summoned Zhuoma and Moses, ordering the city guard to escort five hundred kobold miners to the open quarry nearby.
After arriving at the police station, Shen Ping insisted she knew nothing; she hadn’t stayed in the dorm last night, and before Liu Ai went out, she had already gone home.