Chapter 31: Forced Marriage: Even if every woman on earth were dead, I would never marry my cousin!

After a moment of hesitation, Shen Shuyi turned her back on the Pei brothers to communicate with the system. "System, why didn't I complete the mission?"

[The love song chosen by the host was too short; it did not meet the duration requirement.]

Shen Shuyi gritted her teeth in secret, realizing her cleverness had backfired.

"Can I just sing it a few more times?" she asked, clinging to a glimmer of hope.

This time, the system offered no reply.

The Pei brothers stood not far from Shen Shuyi.

A spear thrust out like scattered stars falling from the heavens, enveloping Cao Hong completely and neutralizing his formidable blade momentum.

"But this won't do." Zhang Jiao’s eyes remained fixed on Yun Ting. Though they appeared like a tranquil lake, Yun Ting could clearly see a violent storm raging within them.

Her suspicion was not without reason, but with so many prying eyes at the banquet, would that fat man really dare to act?

Seeing this, Li Chengfeng, inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, could no longer restrain himself. A flicker of grief crossed his face, and he gripped his silver spear, ready to charge out.

The basket and bucket vendors glanced at the village chief, unsure which of them he was addressing. Unsure of how to respond, they both pondered in silence.

Jor-S suddenly drew a deep breath. His muscles crackled like popping beans; already naturally explosive, they now surged with such power that it was chilling to behold.

She had to take the gamble. If the poison could be purged, she would distance herself from this stranger. The world was vast, and it was unlikely they would ever meet again, sparing her any further embarrassment.

The entire umbrella exuded a mysterious aura, impenetrable to the eye—seemingly fragile, yet seemingly unbreakable.

At these words, Fu Xi was startled. The matter of the Beast Spirit Body was a closely guarded secret. How many times had he been hunted by those with ulterior motives because of this body and the ancient exotic beasts? Hearing this from Gu Chongyang, how could he not be on guard?

Fang Yi nodded. Shen Binan was right; although he had never met Ren Tianqing, he already knew the man was a cunning old fox. Otherwise, he could never have secured his position as the leader of the three wealthiest tycoons in Rongcheng.

The Snow-Branch Half-Lotus was beautiful to behold, with delicate, fragile-looking flowers, yet they felt hard to the touch, as if tenderness and rigid strength coexisted within them. Meng Haoqing ventured a guess.

After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, the fat man tried to leave, but Lin Yang would not hear of it. They had consumed too much alcohol, and there would be no place to buy regret later if something went wrong.

A moment later, over a hundred thunder-bombs and fire-bombs were launched into the air by the powerful bowstrings of the ballistae, arcing toward the center of the Jin army's formation. At this point, the two armies were less than two hundred paces apart. The Jin archers began to rain arrows down upon the Han ranks.

Everyone was anticipating the clash between the Heavenly Mystery Tower and the Master of the Light Curtain; after all, across the entire Immortal Realm, these two were undeniably the most mysterious forces.

Meng Haoqing nodded with a smile, saying little. When he had first intended to sell this Beauty Powder, he had tested the beauty elixir himself; he knew the potency of its ingredients better than anyone.

This snake was incredibly powerful, carrying a faint trace of dragon might. Clearly, with such a formidable exotic beast guarding the site, the inheritance must be extraordinary.

However, as long as they remained her fans, she would repay them with one hundred percent of her effort.

The Ming army, marching along the Imperial Street, initially encountered no resistance, only to be intercepted at the East Prosperity Gate Square of the Forbidden City by a formation of over eight thousand Shun soldiers. These eight thousand were the so-called Imperial Guards of the Shun Dynasty’s inner palace.

Gu Anuan saw that something had been added to "his" lunchbox. Not knowing if "he" liked it, he felt a sense of relief and a slight upturn of his lips upon seeing it eaten.

"Even if you know, so what? You wouldn't dare strike me now. In this place filled with Buddhist aura, you actually wish to harbor murderous intent? Have you not noticed an intention within your own heart urging you to lay down your butcher's knife?" The Ego-Thought laughed wildly, then glared at me with a ferocious expression.