Chapter 47: Wreath!

"You're not even as obedient as our dog."
"If you tell the dog to bite someone, it bites! But you—"
"I just asked you to deliver something, twice, and both times there were problems!"
"Just say it—don’t you think you deserve a beating?"
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"Brother-in-law, someone bullied me! Boohoohoo!" As soon as the call connected, Ling Xiaoxuan’s weeping came through the line.
"It’s almost ready, wash your hands and come eat!" Seeing a flash of flamboyant purple entering the house, Jiachi didn’t even need to look to know who it was. She shouted through the door—after all, since that foxy person had moved in, they hadn’t caused her any trouble.
Chang Zhong followed behind Emperor Jin, his gaze sweeping over the two before settling on the emperor, a meaningful smile in his eyes.
Chu Lingyue wouldn’t act herself, and the Feng family couldn’t break through the layers of protection for now. If even they couldn’t, there was no way anyone else could.
Who could say if Ye Fei’s chosen path was right? But now, having come this far, was there any turning back?
Just as Chu Yingying’s mother was about to speak again, the living room door was gently pushed open from outside, and a soft voice drifted in.
Jiachi woke at dawn, wondering if she still had any roles to film. She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, puffed up her cheeks, blew at her bangs twice, then rolled over and went back to sleep.
The Lord of the Chu clan sat on the living room sofa, remote in hand, flipping endlessly through the TV channels, all the while keeping an eye on Su Liangqiu.
For a moment, all the directors in the conference room shifted their support toward Li Mingqi.
Ding Feng’s eyes narrowed; from the whip in Ma Kuan’s hand, he sensed a real threat, immediately guessing it was a magical tool only those of Daoist rank or higher could forge.
The Patriarch investigated for a long time but found no trace of the stone door, and had to accept the reality: the door had disappeared, together with Ding Feng.
"Everything in the city is peaceful; the people don’t seem to sense anything amiss." The brothers felt the same as Shi Qing.
However, casting Mind Probe on a mind flayer was a truly difficult task—after all, Mind Probe itself was an arcane art derived from psionics, and mind flayers were naturally resistant to such powers. Even with the aid of divine power, Feng Feiyang spent a full minute to break the creature’s defenses.
No one present had ever witnessed such a spectacle; all marveled at the power of heaven and ghosts. Liu Nu was inwardly shocked, as if he had sensed some mysterious force within the formation—one that seemed to resonate with his martial arts.
Suddenly, the Sword of Maia appeared in Yang Jiangong’s hand, just as he closed the final distance between them.
Illidan now feared whether this world could survive the coming war. In the last ancient war, although the highest ranks of the elves had betrayed them for the Burning Legion, the Azerothian alliance still possessed many powerful demigods and warriors like himself.
The man stared at the documents before him—the photos showed his wife and child tied up with rope, next to an account number that, on the surface, appeared to belong to a charitable foundation.
Dao Mingzi: Someone as tall, handsome, and rich as me—meeting me is your fate. Can you think of any reason to refuse?
If I can't change anything, let me just hide away. Then let me become a fish, swimming freely in streams and rivers, untouched by the chaos of the world.
He transformed the Lion of Desolation into human form, and at once, a towering, hundred-meter-tall, dark-golden mecha appeared, the ferocious lion visage radiating its might.
These things cannot grow back from nothing. Once lost, they're gone forever.