Chapter 129: The Betrothal Gift, Eighty-Eight Thousand Eight Hundred

"You'll have to figure it out yourself."

Lin Xiyu sighed helplessly. "I'm at my wit's end. My mother may look gentle and virtuous on the surface, but deep down, she's as stubborn as my aunt. Once she digs her heels in, no one can talk her out of it."

"Sigh."

Gu Bin rubbed his temples, a headache brewing. "Why is it so hard to get married?"

"I feel exhausted too," Lin Xiyu said, her eyes filled with envy. "Look at how smoothly things are going for Wu Meng and Li Liang. They decided to get engaged, and just like that, they were engaged."

"Many thanks for the compliment, Imperial Sister-in-law! It is merely that the opponent is too clumsy!" Feng Lingxiao said in a low voice as well. If anyone were to pass by at that moment, they would surely assume they were simply walking together, oblivious to any exchange between them.

Li Wuxin was startled. Seeing the butterfly-wing hairstyle already taking shape in the mirror, she realized she had misunderstood and found it difficult to say anything more.

Hearing this, unexpectedly, Ye Tianyu did not speak further but furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

As it turned out, he was not cold-blooded by nature; he merely used his nonchalance toward everything as a facade. Perhaps what he was showing now was his true nature.

A strange light flashed in Xiahou Ce’s eyes. As he looked down at Song Yiyi, his gaze softened, and in that instant, he seemed to have made a decision.

***

In truth, some people had arrived as early as Hua Kuian, and many—including Zhao Fuxin’s great-uncle, Zhao Changbao—had hoped to move further ahead to welcome him. However, upon discovering the presence of the Prefect, they had no choice but to step back.

"Oh? Gu Lian? You're back? Everyone else has gone to sleep, so you should get some rest too." Seeing Gu Lian, Pei Yuyue immediately took off her cumbersome headset, acting as if she hadn't heard what Gu Lian had just asked.

Zhao Fuxin looked up to see Liu Xiatong’s mischievous smirk and thought to himself: The Princess Consort isn't as stern as she seems.

Ye Tianyu had learned many things, but he did not mention them to the others, nor was there any need to. The matters here were finally settled; it was time to rush back to the capital.

For the rest of the journey, Gu Meng and Guan Chenji did not say another word, nor did they even look at each other. The atmosphere was strange, yet in a way, not strange at all, as the car drove steadily toward the airport.

With that said, the two men stopped wasting time. Zhao Heng lunged forward in a few quick strides and delivered a punch toward Qi Tianhua's face.

His Youmian lay on the pale hospital bed, her head tilted slightly, eyes closed. A light sheen of sweat clung to her forehead, and her lips, usually soft and rosy, were pale.

However, that future era was the age of electric vehicles and green energy, where the global demand for rechargeable batteries was immense.

The next moment, without a second of hesitation, she formed a hand seal, and a beam of light surged from her palms.

Li An hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, as the gang truly had no one else to rely on.

Of course, some screenwriters are arrogant and deliberately mess with the plot, leading to "disasters." In those cases, they have only themselves to blame.

***

Su Changge followed behind. He was not naive enough to believe the cultivation world was perfectly harmonious, but the Senior Sister Shen before him was a good person—a truly good person, which one could tell at first glance.

"What are your conditions?" Zhao Shanhe did not believe Ye Tian would offer him such an opportunity for no reason.

Qin Yan’s expression turned stern. He grabbed the man by his lapels, hoisted him up, and slammed him hard against the tree trunk.

On one hand, he possessed techniques that could train both ordinary humans and mutants to reach superhuman levels; on the other, he controlled an extraordinary school and organization for young mutants. Not to mention, the Howlett Group held the most powerful energy and material resources on the planet.

At this moment, the old rascal in Xijing had no idea his wealth was being coveted; he was still lost in the depths of his own consciousness.

Leng Huating looked up abruptly at these words, his beautiful phoenix eyes showing surprise. A moment later, he was filled with shyness, his earlobes quietly flushing red.

As Guo Yi spoke, he casually repaired the fractured bones one by one. However, before fixing each spot, he would give it a shake, inevitably eliciting a scream from Wubao. The "roommates" nearby broke out in a cold sweat, terrified into silence.