Chapter 49: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (49)

The next day, a trending topic quietly surged to the top of A City’s financial news headlines.

The headline read: "Designer at Renowned Jewelry Company Accused of Plagiarizing Colleague’s Creative Design," accompanied by an image.

Passionate netizens chimed in with comments:

“Nowadays, anyone and everyone can make it onto the trending list. Is trending free now? Can you please stop polluting the public’s attention? Negative points and get lost, please!”

“Look closely at the picture; the woman at the center of this plagiarism scandal is no ordinary person. That face, tsk tsk... isn’t she the one who recently made waves with her mystical arts from the Underworld Sect? The Taiyin Immortal Mansion is truly unique. However, accumulating the Six Paths Divine Ash is an exceedingly slow process. If she’s forging this divine rank, Xiahe probably won’t have any surplus Six Paths Divine Ash for at least ten years—she’ll use it all up.”

They had gathered here merely hoping to find some overlooked advantage, yet both sides engaged in battle kept unveiling their formidable trump cards that others dared not face.

There was no particular reason—except that this burly man was also a member of the Imperial Clan. Though strong, he was under 1.9 meters tall.

At this moment, the disciples from the surrounding martial arts schools grew tense. Their original intent in practicing martial arts was simply to strengthen their bodies; heroism had never crossed their minds.

There were no lavish lights or overly ornate decorations, yet the place was filled with warmth and love—a cozy atmosphere permeated the space.

In the lower levels of the pyramid were burial treasures of past pharaohs. As one ascended, each floor displayed the coffin of a pharaoh, with mummies inside appearing almost resurrected.

“By the way, sister-in-law, how did you manage to hone your kung fu to such a level in just six years?” Bai Wei couldn’t help but ask.

One must understand that Fei Tian was a genuine mid-stage internal energy martial artist; no ordinary person could match him. Moreover, Ye Luo was so young—if he truly was a martial artist, he definitely wouldn’t be Fei Tian’s match.

“How should I put it?” Xiang Li pouted, puzzled. Had she said something wrong again?

The skeletal portion was the lord’s mansion in Asura City. Inside the skull-shaped eye sockets, a young man with black hair, appearing no older than twenty, reclined on a beast-skin chair, slowly swirling a crystal goblet in his hand. Below him knelt a middle-aged man with two heads and three arms, dressed in elegant robes.

“This is... this is...” Seeing Xia Xun’s demonic energy clone, the terrifying demonic aura gradually dissipated. The voice that came forth was filled with profound shock.

Dai Baozong always felt that Xu Maoxian’s words were directed at him. Every sentence seemed to pierce his heart deeply.

Slippery black soap smeared on their bodies made them glide like fish in water, utterly slippery.

Yue Qi held a white lily between his fingers, brought it gently to his nostrils, eyes half-closed, radiating serene contentment.

But if you miss one or two matches for rest, the outcome might be entirely different. What then? Would the players have any thoughts?

Qing Feng watched as Han Ma hurriedly flew past herself. Lan Feng opened the car door without looking back and instructed Qing Feng, “Go protect Hua’er.” Then, with a somersault, she leapt out of the BMW.

He was less than five meters from Wang Peng, but the domineering gunman was fiercely guarding his position, not yielding an inch. Each time he approached, the opponent grappled with him, man and gun locked in combat.

Any reasonable Real Madrid fan would know this was not an easy match.

Moreover, now that King Qin Guang had a body again, his strength had somewhat recovered, allowing him to serve as his temporary bodyguard.

However, Lin Di currently lacked the time and energy to fully develop the land. He had only enclosed 100,000 square meters to build a super gaming center; the rest remained vacant for the time being.