Chapter Fifty-Four: Are You Just Promising Me Empty Dreams?

“Madam, I’m your reader!” Situ Wenbin was still brimming with excitement. “I truly never expected to meet you here!” Then he realized something. “Do you know Linlin and the gentleman beside her?”

“Oh, that’s my husband,” Fang Zhiyin replied coolly. “As for Chen Linlin, I don’t know her well. I only know my husband is some sort of president of her fan club.”

Hearing this, Situ Wenbin shot Ouyang Junyan a rather disgruntled look. “Mr. Ouyang, I thought you were single.”

“Director, I’m sorry. Although I am Linlin’s fan, there is only one person I love most in this lifetime, and that is my wife!”

With those words, the two men stared each other down, sparks flying as if they were rivals in love.

Chen Linlin was speechless.

Four handmaidens stepped forward, surrounding the young lord as they helped him undress, all the while sneaking glances at Yu Zi.

Many people whispered among themselves about the gift from Lord Zhuge Longxing. The meaning was profound—everyone understood that this was a warning. The prince’s army was under Zhuge Longxing’s protection; anyone with designs on them would have to go through him.

“Let’s go. Your boyfriend’s given his approval. Let’s have a cup of coffee.” Chen Langya smiled. Though he also had his own group, nothing compared to catching up with an old classmate.

At this moment, Yu Zi had absolutely no hold over Ya. If he chose to use up all those gold coins, she could do nothing to stop him.

As it turned out, the two who suddenly appeared to attack Jin Fu and Jin Xuan were none other than the Demon Emperor Shatian and Jin Shangzhi.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Fiedel, who had unleashed the thunderstorm, showed little reaction when he saw Zhao Yi casually sever the writhing thunder serpents in the sky. In truth, if one couldn’t even withstand the arena’s power, then how were they any different from the weaklings outside?

Within the wall of water, there was a brief moment of stasis. Both the constantly swimming marine creatures and the ever-flowing blue sea seemed to freeze in time—everything halted, utterly motionless.

In that instant, cannonballs filled the sky, clouds churned, the vital energy of heaven and earth roiled in chaos, colors danced, divine techniques were unleashed everywhere. The sea waters surged like tides, the clamor of battle shook the heavens, blood rose and dyed patch after patch of ocean crimson.

All the players present began to halt their fighting, glancing at one another in confusion, uncertain how to proceed.

Introduction: In ancient times, many dragon clans fell into the mortal world, roaming the continent. Countless dragons were slain by the Chaos Swordsman, who defied fate to obtain dragon bones. Expending great spiritual power, he forged these bones into a divine weapon known as the Dragonbone Spirit Dagger.

But preserving the pregnancy was paramount. If she craved meat, she could simply buy it—money could always be earned again. With her husband’s family so poor, what more could she possibly ask for?

At this moment, within the hollow heart of Qilin Peak—a place stern and forbidding—a sealed chamber lay hidden. Here, the rebel Xiao Yang, gripping a bloodstained sword, sneered as he taunted his opponent Bai Junye. To him, Bai Junye was already meat on the chopping block, powerless to stir up any more trouble.

The thought sent a chill of fear through him. He immediately ordered the nearby units to regroup and launch a flanking attack on the vanguard guard division, hoping to relieve his embattled frontline.

“Take a look at this.” Gao Fei walked up to Wang Chaoyang and handed him a magazine.

One thing worth noting here: Wu Yifan was not a son of the Wu family, and as for his mother’s identity, that would remain a secret for now.

“Well… Anyway, this is an ancestral custom. Why don’t you come back to the village with me? You can’t live on sea fish and wild fruit forever!” Hua Ping said warmly, embracing the two of them.

“How did you know? I was planning just that. Someone from the righteous sect is watching the shop nearby. Why do you ask?” Chen Jiaojiao said on the phone.

“If the opportunity arises, I would be honored to visit you.” Lin Yifeng accepted the business card with respect, lowering his head to study it closely.

“General, ahead lies the south gate of Jinyang. It looks like the master and madam have come to greet you,” came Zhao Dazhuang’s voice from outside just as Xiao Yi took a sip.