Volume 1, Chapter 53: Not Looking Like a Husband At All

In the rearview mirror, Su Wanqing watched as the expressions of the three people behind her changed simultaneously, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are these foreign military equipment?" At this moment, the veteran thief picked up the sniper rifle and realized something was different.

Right now, although it could understand the artistic conception behind Wu Yuxin's dancing, it had never imagined that space could be manipulated in such a manner.

After getting slightly familiar with the keys, Chang Huan raised her hand and began to play the background music for the grand opening show of "Clouds and Clothes"—"Croatian Rhapsody," which shook both the celestial and demonic realms. This was also what she had promised Han Jinghong that day.

The room was the most ordinary Zen chamber, furnished with a bed, a low table, and a wardrobe, but devoid of the room's master.

"Madam, as it happens, I ran into him when I was going out, so I brought him in." Qingxue curtsied and said to Lin Wanqing.

A trace of nervousness and unease finally appeared on the face of Beiming Tianyuan Fulong. He bit a finger, his gaze flickering.

By now, everyone was completely relaxed because the final exams were over, and with quite decent grades, they could finally get a good rest during the winter break.

To think she would encounter it again today? Bai Zhen felt a bit apprehensive; good grief, who knew, this thing might even record the details of her past lives.

The ground nearby gradually turned into towering walls, while the ground beneath her feet sank deeply, as if transforming into a low-lying landslide.

"You don't need to do these crude chores," Qi Yuntian continued wiping without a single word of thanks.

However, Qi Mei's departure did not mean that Bai Jie's ancestral hall of influence had lost its utility; all its intended functions remained fully intact.

"What I want to hear is your explanation, not this nonsense!" Dou Hualun swirled the wine glass in his hand and said indifferently.

The smooth sensation stimulated Ye Feng's nerves, pulling him back from his shock. Seeing that it was Ah Li licking his hand to show affection, Ye Feng was even more puzzled. Clearly, he could touch Ah Li, but why couldn't he grab the cage?

Compared to the opulent and dazzling imperial palace of Aotian City, the Dark Star Palace appeared understated yet exuded absolute luxury. This was truly the most luxurious place of all.

"Qingfeng, did the Emperor drink the stew?" The Empress sat alone in her bedchamber, bowing her head to fiddle with the gold nail guards on her slender fingers while inquiring of Qingfeng, who had just returned from delivering the stew.

"You really are no gentleman!" Liao Yijing gave Jun Lin a deep look and put away the crescent sabre in her hand.

Are you doing well? Now there is also the tenderness of another young man by your side. You said he treats you very well. Thinking back to when I didn't understand what love was and missed out on you, I now realize that being young was my greatest mistake. I sincerely wish the two of you happiness until old age.

Having previously seen Sarah and Sivir constantly bickering, he had assumed the two would live in separate places once they reached Placidia. It seemed he had overthought it.

"Yes!" Zhuang Qingqing glanced at Ding Rong, who was standing speechless to the side with her mouth wide open wide enough to stuff an egg in. Her heart was blooming with joy—mouth open that wide, did she think she was Julia Roberts?

The Vermilion Bird couldn't help but widen her eyes; she had never seen what the "Holy Stone" looked like. But what she saw in Su Qian'er's hand was a dark red orb. Although devoid of luster, all the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed by it, appearing utterly bizarre.

Just as Chen Feng had summoned Minghun to assist, yet before Minghun's cry could even ring out, a rustling sound began to rise from the ground. Chen Feng hurriedly reined in Minghun. Since an unexpected situation had occurred, he wanted to wait and observe the changes before deciding how to strike. Revealing one's trump cards too early was never a good strategy.