Chapter 74: Li’er, We Are Lawfully Married

"Alright, I understand. I’ll have someone look into your young master."
"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Di."
Di Yunshen said nothing, lifting his legs and heading outside. To be honest, his emotions after talking with Qiduo were a tangled mess, hard to describe.
There was just so much information to process.
Taking out his phone, he was about to contact...
The wooden puppet gave a sharp rebuke, and ten ghostly blue chakra spheres howled forth, roaring after Deidara in the sky.
"As expected of Princess Tsunade..." The Rock Ninja’s defense was quite good; though struck directly, he somehow survived and was still breathing.
"Someone else? Don’t be ridiculous. Besides us, forced to stay in this cursed place, who would willingly come here?" another navy man scoffed.
In fact, this group had arrived very late. According to Lin Yuan, they were supposed to show up four days ago, but ended up being delayed by two whole days.
"Hey, that pirate emblem looks familiar, but for the life of me, I can’t remember which pirate crew it is," Jozu muttered blankly.
The Empress Dowager’s words were a warning to Feng Ling, telling her to keep her ambitions in check and stop causing trouble. As things stood, she had absolutely no right to ask the Mu family for permission to marry Mu Tiankuang.
The thought had barely surfaced when Zhou Xingxing’s lifelong inferiority complex took over, banishing it far, far away.
Every word he spoke pierced Rozwald’s heart like a thorn, making him deeply uncomfortable. He couldn’t help but recall Doberman’s expression earlier, and grew even more wary.
Amon Kotaro’s clothes had been reduced to strips, scorched black from the intense heat, his body covered in mottled wounds—scrapes from the shards of shattered rock, some so deep the bone was visible.
Fangtooth felt it would be best to give this ratman a good beating, so he passed the message on to Master Feng via the ring.
He had other plans for the Golden Sword Ape Spirit behind him. The Golden Flesh Jade Bone technique spoke of absorbing the essence of magical treasures for cultivation. He’d always been reluctant to use what the old demon left behind, but the golden sword belonged to a cultivator—if it was reduced to scrap iron from draining its essence, he wouldn’t mind in the least.
At these words, Xiao Yi and Jiang Qi halted, their hearts uneasy. Though they hadn’t sensed any killing intent from those people, the hostility was palpable.
On those wooden pillars, many poems and couplets were inscribed. At that moment, a crowd had gathered to admire them.
Back then, he had infused the bizarre molten steel with splitting and healing properties; destruction had been blended with a more violent strangeness.
So even though Gray offered this term, it couldn’t change the situation for Qin Shan.
Lin Zhihan knew his temperament well. He disliked people hovering during diagnosis, so she waited with Shen Yanqing in the side hall.
Murong Qingwan pressed her lips together in silence, her limpid eyes shimmering with cold mockery as she stared fixedly at the embracing couple before her.
Those who surged out first looked in decent shape, at least able to walk. Once most had left, stretchers carrying prone examinees began to emerge, making Song Ruyu’s heart leap with fear.
But Murong Qingwan wasn’t much concerned. Since learning of his wedding, she had expected him to treat Xuanyuan Molly differently. There was disappointment, but the pain was long gone.
On the subway, Xiang Xue had already bought the tickets, so they simply scanned their IDs to enter the park.
Around the green light, layers of illusory and tangible sword energy circled, each wave carrying a palpable sword intent. The interplay of reality and illusion released a staggering surge of power.
The Emperor hoped they would return to Xilin Kingdom. If he knew how attached they were to Houlingshan Village, he would likely be overjoyed and certainly wouldn’t punish them.