Volume One, Chapter 61: He’s Just Stubborn in Words

Out of Control After Marriage Like a Fish in Water 1273 words 2026-04-10 08:38:10

Mo Xingyuan said, “I have something to take care of outside.”

Su Li had a premonition; she didn’t ask, only nodded.

Before Mo Xingyuan left, she went to the washroom. When her door closed, she heard the front door close as well.

Su Li couldn’t help but sigh.

Even if his words seemed a bit heartless, his actions still brimmed with warmth.

Her victory was like armor made of foam, so easily shattered.

Not long after, Qin Yun arrived at the location marked by the red dot on the map, finding before her a region of jagged ravines and desolation.

If she had known things would turn out this way, after speaking about the marriage, she shouldn’t have joked or teased, relying on their familiarity, nor should she have argued back.

“It’s finally done...” the Prince of the Borderlands breathed a sigh of relief. Now there was no more suspense—he would have his way, and from now on his fate would be completely transformed.

But the tragedy was that Team UG didn’t have the kind of technology to accomplish such feats; they could only rely on their strategies, searching for a turning point to victory.

Medusa was clearly familiar with the Demon King. One glance at her solemn expression made it clear that her understanding ran deeper than mere acquaintance.

Yet this aura of death was faint, so faint that it didn’t inspire fear. Was it a peaceful death, then? If so, why did the deathly air still linger, refusing to dissipate?

Old Hei, true to his word, had already reported to the higher-ups and agreed to Luo Feng’s return to the Wolf Fang Squad. For this reason, Old Hei had already entrusted some of the technology to Luo Feng in advance.

But for the second television station that had already secured the rights to broadcast the next round, they only wished for more and more of such discussions.

They had great faith in their trump card. Once they settled into defensive positions, they remained perfectly still, waiting for the shockwave to arrive.

Meanwhile, on the live broadcast, a sudden image of a claw reaching out toward the attentive audience sent them all into chaos and fright.

“My life is already ruined—what’s the point of going on? Aunt, please, just let me die. Death would bring an end to it all, better than living in humiliation, enduring others’ scorn and ridicule, and sparing Mother and you from shame.” In the inner chamber, Jun Lin was still sobbing and wailing relentlessly.

“So you’d rather die than submit?” Marquis Ningping sneered cruelly, “Then die you shall!” As his words fell, his large hand once again seized Madam Yang by the throat, this time with unrestrained force, leaving her no strength to struggle and no chance to beg for mercy. His only intent was her death.

Huarong hesitated, a blush tinting her cheeks. Was it her husband? She feigned ignorance, “Huarong does not know.” Then she gently rested her head on Liu Feng’s shoulder.

Rouge was a fine steed. Though it now belonged to Wei Wei, it had once been a Yang family colt, personally raised for a time by Yang Guangbei. At that time, trusting in Rouge’s spirit and unable to bear parting with the horse, he had not intervened to stop its wild outbursts.

The secret venom of the Tang Clan was ferocious. Because Tang Ning rashly activated his inner energy, blood began to pool painfully in his chest. The pain was peculiar, coming and going in waves, each surge more intense than the last.

At the sight of Yun Qiuqin, the Grand Lady of the Duke’s Estate—who only moments before had commanded such awe and authority—suddenly beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum.

The name of the Old Master of Mysteries rang far and wide; on this continent, it seemed to symbolize omnipotence. No wonder Helan Tu became feverish with ambition, thinking he could truly challenge Helian Ye.

Given Princess Liehua’s vigorous health, it was truly incredible to claim she’d succumbed to illness.

In the past, Ye Fei might have hesitated, weighing the risks, but now he was utterly confident in his apple cider vinegar. Before the massive cross-region teleportation arrays were established, no player guild would be able to conquer Free City.