Chapter 51: She Took Him as Her Future Brother-in-law

"You just don't get it, do you?" Li Yan teased him with a playful smile. "I'm eating on purpose, right in front of the viewers. It whets their appetites and makes them hungry. Even through the screen, they can feel the allure of Shandong cuisine."

"Alright, alright, you're the expert." The cameraman gave her a thumbs up, conceding her point.

Li Yan's eyes crinkled with laughter, and she ate with even more enthusiasm.

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The radish fritters were ready—this was the first dish.

Wu Yang's body was like a furnace; to Gwen, he was an endless source of warmth. She slept soundly, unwilling to open her eyes, and after all, she had been exhausted the night before.

After hearing Yao Huange's words, Meng Batian hurried to reassure her, "No, no, you're the most beautiful. How could you be scary?" Clearly, Meng Batian didn't realize she was joking and rushed to explain himself.

"Alright, so are we going into the village as we are, or should we disguise ourselves?" Ouyang Yu noticed the calculation in Zhang Hao's eyes and felt a spark of hope. She stopped asking why and chose to support him—she would stand by Zhang Hao's decisions.

If Zuo Fei's legs hadn't been broken, forcing him to beg under the overpass, Hua Ziqing would never have become the target of Zhang Hao's revenge, and wouldn't have endured so many years of a life unfit for a man. Nor would he now be in Ningshui, being drilled by Zuo Fei.

Cheng Jinsong was momentarily stunned before realizing—this guy must be looking to rent a place.

Wu Yang didn't care about such details; he insisted on doing things his way, wanting Long Kui to adapt to his actions.

Even if your security is on par with a bank's, you can't just refuse a visitor's information left by the owner, can you?

As Jiang Ruiheng spoke, he drew the murder weapon. Li Jiayu took it and placed it into the evidence bag.

This force of death was immensely powerful—even Ye Tian, with his formidable divine power, struggled to resist its onslaught.

Zhang Hao pressed his fingers to Fan Shiyan's wrist, his sword-like brows raised. He sensed a sinister, malevolent black air lurking in Fan Shiyan's body. Though slight in amount, it was as if poisonous snakes lay hidden within him.

Seeing Liu Yu soaked in blood, his robe nearly dyed crimson, the leading general immediately stepped forward in terror to plead for forgiveness.

Now, the device he had just improvised was a testament to his mastery as a talismanist, though the inspiration had come from his studies of formation arrays. This Soul-Deterring Talisman was a passive-triggering charm, derived from the Soul-Deterring Array—hence, he could aptly be called a formation talismanist.

Soon after, Lin Yu and Murong Xian arrived atop the cliff. Murong Xian immediately lunged at Han Fatty on the ground, pinning him and tugging his large ears. She shouted repeatedly, "Who are you calling crazy girl? Who are you calling tigress?" completely ignoring the three people before her.

"Bang!" Up in the sky, a guardian seemingly carved from stone plummeted down, crashing into the ground and sending up billows of dust.

The first time could have been sheer dumb luck, but to hit the mark three times in a row, exploiting the spell's weakness for a decisive kill—there was no doubt the opponent possessed a counter for his trump card.

Soon, Japanese shells destroyed the signal flags on the Dingyuan, and the Beiyang Fleet lost unified command on the battlefield.

The main and third branches both opposed the second branch leaving the family. Their reasoning was unanimous: if the second branch left, there would be fewer people to do the work. The main and third branches would have to shoulder even more labor than before.

Fang Lang nodded, then placed the Dragon-Slaying Saber before Xie Xun. Xie Xun picked it up and strode forward.

Moreover, the Black-Scaled Python had somehow gained great advantage, advancing to the late Gold Core stage in just ten years—only a step away from the Nascent Soul realm.

At these words, a murderous glint flashed in the white-browed elder's eyes. Without a word, he summoned a massive ghost-headed blade, formed a seal with his fingers, and sent the blade slashing unhesitatingly down at Lin Yu.