Chapter 60: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (60)

"I never lie."
Then it must be true.
Yun Jin’s heart skipped a beat.
Her eyes seemed glued to him, attempting to peer through him to uncover the hidden truth.
Unfortunately, his eyes were like an unfathomable ancient pool.
One could easily fall into them, yet find it difficult to ever pull away.
Doomed to sink deeper and deeper, ultimately drowning within.
Boom.
A sudden crash of thunder in the sky pulled Yun Jin back to reality.
"We aren't even afraid of all those monsters in the mountains, so why should we be afraid of these people?" Daji asked, still feeling quite unreconciled.
Sun Wei and the others sighed bitterly in their hearts. Having lost all capacity to fight back, they felt their only destiny today was to sacrifice themselves for the empire.

"Indeed, Grand Chieftain, it has truly not been easy for you! You are truly an extraordinary person!" Niu Keshen was no fool, and he quickly nodded and bowed in agreement.
Tu Baobao glared at the beastly man Nangong Yuhan, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, rolled off the bed, and then—under Nangong Yuhan’s teasing and amused gaze—scuttled straight into the bathroom.
"Could it be that the Dragon City and Xuanyin Pass, conquered through such grueling hardships by the late Emperor and my imperial brother, are now going to be lost right in my hands?" Xin Ao muttered, clutching his chest in anguish.
With a slight bow of gratitude, the priest stepped into his own private quarters, naturally followed closely by a few large dogs.
"You have no bargaining chips with me. Do you really think I won't smash this egg right now?" Long Ming shouted at that moment.
"Go and kill Zhongli Luo! Kill him, kill him!" That bewitching voice echoed relentlessly in Su Jin's ears. The last shred of faith in Su Jin's mind struggled desperately, until finally, it was completely swallowed up.
Wang Xiangsheng believed that love at first sight was merely about a pretty face or wealth, devoid of any genuine emotion. He refused to allow himself to fall for someone he had only just met and seen thrice. Friends they could be, but as for lovers, it required a period of observation.
Let this all be nothing more than a dream—even though this dream was terrifying, dangerous, and agonizingly painful.
Being unable to openly mention the Dragon Origin, Bu Fan could only repeatedly remind him to remain vigilant. Although Bu Fan should not have disclosed information regarding the Apostles, having recently received numerous favors from the Dragon Origin, he felt obliged to show some gesture in return.
"Alright!" Zhou Yingying agreed, hurrying outside. She wanted to rush over to Sixth Uncle’s place to check on him, hoping that finding him sooner would set her mind at ease.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several blows, the colliding sounds of their fists and feet bursting through the air around the onlookers. Following the initial clash, they both retreated. It was evident, however, that Zhou Pengran had the worst of it; he staggered back a considerable distance, his arm even trembling slightly.

"Could it be that we are destined to fall like this?" Ethanlis murmured, though his subordinates could no longer wait.
Panicking, Lin Feng pulled his hands away from the fullness of Liang Luxi's breasts, used one hand to wipe away the clear tears on her face, and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
Of course, Wei Sheng was also a man, and naturally no exception. Panting like a bull, he immediately lunged at Shangguan Feiyan, exclaiming excitedly, "Feiyan, you are so mesmerizing!" With that, he lowered his head and took one of the soft pink buds on Shangguan Feiyan's chest into his mouth, alternately sucking on them.
Since that was the case, Zhou Pengran could not force the issue. After all, Qu Changye was now his grandfather, and going against an elder was something Zhou Pengran simply could not bring himself to do.
"Then goodbye, Wen Qing's cousin—by the way, I still don't know your name..." Teacher Li suddenly remembered and asked with curiosity.
Compared to these matters, the Prince Yu's Mansion recommending Meng Shaohui to enter the Censorate as a Supervising Secretary of the Ministry of Punishments did not seem so conspicuous.
If they could genuinely extort one million from Liu Zhen, they would easily net nine hundred thousand without breaking a sweat.
Wushang glanced around. The crowd instantly ceased their discussions and petitions, and the Pluck-Star Tower fell into absolute silence.