Chapter 62: Sob, Darling, She Says She Has Connections!

"So, Su Qingli, the eldest daughter of the Su family in Yuzhou... Heh heh... You're still alive. It was really no easy task to find out about you."

Di Yunshen was on edge, his nerves stretched taut.

"You must be very surprised, right? Don’t be afraid… We will meet soon..."

Chu Yun, unable to dwell on his own shock, hurriedly pressed for more information. The situation felt utterly bizarre—he had only meant to help Fatty ask a simple question, and now he found himself entangled as well. Could a childhood engagement really be arbitrarily switched to someone else? Weren’t such promises set in stone?

The emperor was a suspicious man; surely she wouldn’t entrust all her informants to him, letting him control every thread.

“You’re the ostrich here! The worst kind of ostrich—let’s just call you a bad bird!” Qiu Yihan puffed her cheeks and glared, lips pursed in a pout, looking irresistibly adorable.

The peculiar scent seemed to trouble the mosquitoes as well, making their steps increasingly erratic and their upper bodies sink lower with each motion.

The Grand Marshal, after shouting, was about to say something more when he realized the black dagger that had been in his hand was missing. After searching for three seconds in vain, he roared in frustration.

Those born blind, having never seen the world, cannot imagine its beauty and thus are spared many of its sorrows.

Li Yunxi had meant to say to Pan Lin, “Ignore him, let’s just talk.” But at the mere touch of Pan Lin’s sleeve, Pan Lin darted away. Xu Chen, smiling, circled to the side and leaned on the armrest next to Li Yunxi, one standing, one sitting, making for an easy conversation.

“Cousin, are you sure she was the one who rescued you?” her burly elder cousin asked, suspicion lacing his words.

With an arm linked by each of her two husbands, Chu Han used her invisibility and flight technique to whisk them toward Mount Tianyu. Along the way, the three witnessed the ravages of war—fields of famine, people starving and desperate, refugees resorting to cannibalism as survival slipped further from their grasp.

A multitude of eyes, filled variously with pity, anger, and sympathy, revealed the ugliness of human nature in stark relief; not a single person paused to consider why Ye Kai had intervened.

“Aren’t you supposed to be busy filming?” Meng Xijin truly embodied the model boyfriend, having memorized Huo Xin’s schedule for the entire past month with meticulous care.

Futures prices are high, a sign that the market will be even scarcer in the future. Now that shortages have already begun, futures will likely become even more alarming.

Compared to past seasons of “I Am a Singer,” this variety show features only true powerhouses—each with a signature hit to their name, their talent unquestionable.

After spending a few days in the capital, Li Linlang and Yanyan needed to return to Yuhang. After all, Li Linlang’s home was not in the capital. Having grown accustomed to life in Yuhang, she felt far more at ease there.

The utter silence, paired with their chaotic movements, would have made an onlooker think they were filming a silent movie. But at this critical moment, no one dared drop the ball.

Peter Klaus led Natalie to the open space before the barbecue castle and began to dance the local steps. They looked a bit awkward, but undeniably pleasing to the eye.

What’s more, even such formidable defenses ought to have their weak points. Just like in the Chinese martial arts system, the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt techniques grant incredible defensive power; once mastered, the practitioner’s head and limbs become as tough as iron, their chest as hard as stone—impervious to ordinary blades and swords. The most advanced forms might even resist bullets.

Seeing the big gray wolf lunge, he flicked his missed wooden spear upward, unleashing the move “Wild Python’s Turn.” The spearhead leaped, thrusting straight at the wolf’s belly.

This was a divine tree, unlike the Undying Tree or the World Tree. The Tree of Life held a unique vitality—so long as a single breath remained, one could be placed before the Tree of Life and, after being bathed in its holy light, be restored to life.