Volume One, Chapter 47: He Has Su Tong

Descending the stairs, Xiao Shiyu saw Su Tong standing at the doorway, a crossbody bag on her shoulder, playing with the leaves of a monstera plant. Her adorable demeanor and ethereal aura made her look as though she had stepped out of a painting.

He couldn't help but smile, his lips curling, "Su Tong."

"Is that so? Even better. Don't move around; I don't want to drop you!" Hearing Wade's words, Peter tilted his head and replied.

Shen Bing! The pioneer who ushered in the era of artificial intelligence, there truly was a foundation for respect here. Even the most senior professors could not rival Shen Bing in terms of achievement.

Among the Clan D, as long as the Huaxia bloodline exceeded fifty percent, consuming any demon would not bring a curse; on the contrary, it would allow full control over their abilities.

In that instant when Thor was stunned, his limbs and neck were bound by ropes of azure energy, their other ends rooted deep in the sand. It was unclear how such soft sand could provide leverage for them.

"You people of the Celestial Empire are supposed to cherish beauty and treat women gently; could you be a bit more careful?" The Princess of Turkic felt uneasy as Fang Jue embraced her; it was her first time being held by someone from the Celestial Empire.

Duang's reaction was interesting; just two days later, his army entered Yanzhou once more.

"I've never met my aunt and accepted long ago that she had passed away. Now there's a cousin, and you have to call me brother-in-law—why should I feel sad or angry?" Xu Feng laughed heartily, as if he truly meant it.

In the end, Yang Fan stepped forward to quell the conflict and signed a peace treaty with the rulers of Odin Continent, finally restoring calm to the world.

Relief washed over them at last, and their gazes toward the Buzhou clan gradually changed, a hint of recognition appearing.

Taking advantage of the moment when police rushed into the bathroom, Su Xin slapped an invisibility talisman onto herself without hesitation, slipping away without a sound.

"This flying sword is still a bit awkward to wield." In the sword-space, Chu Feng drew out the blade.

When this good reputation finally reaches the emperor's ears, even if there's no grand reward, some words of praise from the emperor are inevitable.

An Sheng was not surprised to see Lu Zheng, but after hearing what he had to say, she couldn't help but feel astonished.

"Detecting attack methods, initiating interception!" Chen Bu Jian picked up the microphone once more, issuing orders to Mr. C.

Witnessing this scene, everyone lamented inwardly—everything was over. He had given up completely; in the next moment, dust would return to dust, earth to earth.

Zhao Wumian hated her actions, yet loved them deeply. The more conflicted and troubled he felt, the more intense his emotions became, impossible to suppress, rich and passionate. It was a realization sweet as honey yet bitter enough to make one weep.

In Lu Changsheng's hand appeared a blade, one he had acquired under the Emperor's command. He had never revealed it until now, and finally, the opportunity presented itself.

In terms of beauty, Liu Yu was truly stunning, captivating every eye on the street. She carried the gentle intellect of a classical noblewoman, leaving a lasting impression. Yet, for some reason, Chu Feng felt little for her—at most, she was not unpleasant.

Chu Feng frowned; such things must never be allowed to spread, or it would bring unimaginable trouble.

It turned out Qin Cangyu had been probing behind the statue for a long time, finally discovering a flat stone behind its base. Twisting it clockwise three times, the stone would move no further.