Chapter 35: Who was it that you wanted to marry back then?

At the time, several gossiping women and idlers cooling themselves under the locust tree nearby were pointing and snickering, claiming that Zhang Chunxue had taken advantage of the city-dwelling intellectual.

Was Zhang Chunxue the type of person to suffer in silence?

Right then and there, she arched her willow-leaf brows, widened her almond-shaped eyes, and with hands on her hips, she gave those gossips a tongue-lashing that left them speechless.

"Laugh! What are you laughing at? You’re about to laugh your teeth out! That person is an intellectual from the city, here to support the development of our village! He is here to—"

"Sophistry. Forget it, let's go in." Cynthia shook her head helplessly, opened the door, and walked inside.

Ning Leqing took another deep breath. A trace of icy chill climbed onto his face, and his eyes grew indifferent and heartless.

"Zhang Yu, the wager we made earlier has yet to be decided," Jian Wangui reminded him from the side.

Once the contract was formed, both parties naturally developed a sense of intimacy, a feeling that would only grow deeper as time went on.

Opening the floor plan of the Lu family estate, Ma Xiaoquan studied it carefully. With this layout, he was confident that the subsequent extermination plan could be executed more effectively.

The bald man’s brow furrowed tightly. As the saying goes, one can tell the caliber of an expert the moment they strike. Having felt as if he had punched a steel plate, the bald man’s hand throbbed with intense pain, and he instinctively tried to pull it back.

If one does not wish for the Immortal Lord Langya to become too powerful, the war between immortals and demons must end. Yet, if that war concludes, the God Race will invade. Judging by the Demon Emperor’s expression, she was not confident in her ability to repel the God Race.

Zhang Liuwei was destined to be a pitiful, conflicted player, fated to surrender himself today as a Yin-Yang tomb raider.

Qingyi tossed the bodice to Zhang Nan. Zhang Nan caught it and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply several times.

Of course, if his cultivation had reached the Unity Realm, such aftereffects would not have manifested in him.

Long San nodded, then released his grip on Xiao Ruoyuan’s hair. Xiao Ruoyuan scrambled up immediately and slunk away in disgrace.

Six months ago, she suddenly sensed Huaye’s aura. The nauseating, foul stench disgusted her so much that she simply grabbed her Demon Claws and ran out, intent on picking a fight with him.

When this proposal was put forward, Allen Iverson was the first to respond, saying he was willing to give up his starting position for Jordan, followed by McGrady, who added, "Me too."

After all, in their eyes, what kind of status could Ye Tian possibly hold to make a dean address him as "Mr. Ye" at every turn?

At first, everything seemed beautiful, and one could never tire of looking; but after marriage, once time had passed and all depths and lengths were known...

"The Xiao family is the leader of the Seven Province Alliance, after all. What is this? Is this the level of quality of the people you bring out?" Ye Tian said with a cold gaze.

Perhaps he was currently in some corner, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the Renxin Medical Clinic to scout out Ning Zhu’s current situation.

Yun Qingwan suddenly noticed that the front door of a house not far away was wide open, and a boy of about ten was sitting on the threshold playing.

Seeing that the object remained motionless after being struck, Xin Ming threw Ren Qingling back into the cage.

"Long San, beat him up in a moment, then throw him out," Ye Tian decided on a punishment for Wei Tong.

Leaving those words behind, she turned and walked away, leaving her back completely exposed without a shred of defense, her silhouette resolute and swift, devoid of any attachment.

In the air, one could faintly see tiny threads of fabric drifting about.

"Stop." At that moment, Boss Zhou shouted to halt. He had already realized that Lin Xuan had not used his full strength; if Xu Yue were to fight him, he might not necessarily win, and losing face would be inevitable.

The lights in the corridor shone upon his slender figure. Dressed in a moon-white long robe with warm cloud patterns, he looked exceptionally elegant and ethereal under the light.