Chapter 102: Meeting the Parents

“Ye Feng? Why does that name sound vaguely familiar?” Mr. Jin kept repeating the name under his breath. “What’s his background?” “A college student!” “A college student?” Mr. Jin sprang to his feet. “It’s him!!!” Suddenly, he remembered...

She wore Thunder Gauntlets on her hands, Thunder Gauntlets whose defensive power reached that of a seventh-rank divine weapon, and they emerged unscathed beneath the Eagle King’s attack.

As soon as Ding Fei hung up, another call came in. I looked at the screen: it was Cheng Yifei.

Then people saw her bright, large eyes, her tall, straight nose, and her sensual thin lips. Her head was slightly lowered as she stared at the ground before her, a faint blush rising on her cheeks beneath the gaze of so many.

“Your Formless Spirit Jade!” With a flick of his hand, Liu Lang tossed the two pieces of Formless Spirit Jade toward Tai Shi Kong and Si Qin Chang, and the two hurriedly reached out to catch them.

“All right, I’ll agree to your request. But when I slap your right cheek, don’t forget to stretch out your left one too.” Miao Sixue said, barely holding back her laughter.

I thought to myself: she’s ignoring me, which means my voice is unfamiliar to her. Maybe I misjudged things. Maybe I’ve never actually had any dealings with the girl in the white dress.

Liu Xiong suffered from low sperm count, and that alone was enough to shake his marriage. Right now, Qu Hui did not have much feeling left for Liu Xiong; if Liu Xiong fell ill as well, it would leave Qu Hui utterly disappointed.

The monstrous insect laughed wildly. Just as it finished speaking, it had already regained its freedom. Duan Heng then watched in astonishment as the thing opened its mouth and frantically absorbed that seven-colored radiance. In the blink of an eye, its body swelled hundreds, even thousands of times over. In the end, it twisted and changed, transforming into Duan Heng’s own appearance.

Even if such powerful beings were hard to kill, within this world they had no way to escape. So long as they remained on Zuo Chen’s turf, they could be refined again and again, erased and ground down bit by bit.

He had been pondering all along why Mu Yin and the others had suddenly surged in strength in an instant, and why that surge always felt strangely familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere before.

Most importantly, the prime minister’s son was holding a martial contest to choose a bride. What on earth was a grown man like him doing here?

Jue Mo Gui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: good thing we arrived in time. If we had been a moment later, this Jue Tian Reef would probably have turned into a hell of slaughter.

For the first time, he had ever felt this way; for the first time, his heart had trembled a little; and for the first time, Xiao Kuang had felt pity for her. Your debt has not been repaid yet, Yun Moyu. I say you cannot die, and not even the devil will be able to take you away.

But if someone spent five million to buy this thing, why would they send it back? It was truly strange.

Muttering under his breath, he continued toward the house, but after only two steps he suddenly felt his feet bound by something.

Tao Jiahao’s address was in the family housing district of Shangyang Normal University. By the time Luo Nan arrived, it was already four in the afternoon.

“So he’s a rebel soldier. Kill him!” The people of Eternal were instantly enraged. They all loathed the Rebel Army to the core, especially the people of the imperial city, who were basically connected to the royal clan and had even less goodwill toward them.

The fat man kept probing him with eager hints, which made Liang Hao smile despite himself. He knew the other man belonged to the Wushuang City faction, so it was only natural that he would have such intentions.

But Yin Wenwen insisted on going along, so they could only take her in together with Grandma.

When he met the mysterious golden-armored general at the City Lord’s Manor in Ancient Domain City for the second time, that familiar feeling grew even stronger. And during those days of marching, battling, charging, and killing, Long Teng had kept suppressing that sense of familiarity.

If this were an ordinary match with random players, buying two pairs of shoes would definitely get someone reported. He’d absolutely be called a thrower.

A sharp crack rang out. His inner force was sliced to pieces, half of his fist was severed, and his body flew backward, crashing onto the steps and smashing eight stone stairs to fragments.