Chapter 62: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (62)

"Oh, Auntie, are you going to raise the bid?"
Yun Jin's face blossomed into a radiant smile.
"We start the bidding at an increase of two hundred million, the more you bid the more you get—bah, I mean, it goes to the highest bidder."
Seeing that Wen Ya was still hesitating, Yun Jin continued to pile on the temptation.
"Once you become Mrs. Xie in the future, half of his assets will be yours. By then, you can have seventeen or eighteen kids with Xie Yanci, and for every one you give birth to, Auntie will reward you with a hundred million. You'll make that money back in no time."
As they were speaking...
"Are you asleep? Did I disturb you?" The young man's voice was clear and pleasant, sounding a bit echoey, probably because he was still in the art studio.
Everyone was utterly stunned and thunderstruck by this guy's outfit, which made him look just like the pork vendor from the beginning of Stephen Chow's 1990s domestic comedy *From Beijing with Love*.
Out of a sense of awkwardness, Shang Chuan had forced himself all day long neither to look at his phone nor to open any games.
Han Qianxue's expression suddenly shifted, a wave of bittersweet sorrow seemingly welling up within her heart. She could not quite understand it herself, reacting involuntarily and completely out of her brain's control.
"I'm staying here to keep watch by the bedside!" Hu Yaru felt this was a completely normal thing to say, but uttering it aloud still made her feel somewhat guilty.
The sound of a slap echoed through the room. Han Qianxue shrieked and fled into her bedroom, while Lin Han stood frozen in place, clutching his face in utter bewilderment.
The Sky-Splitting Axe, one of the top ten primordial divine artifacts, ought to be the weapon wielded by Pangu. Logically, it should have nothing whatsoever to do with Xingtian.

To be fair, Ning Xiaoxi had left the house to me, yet I ran off without even saying goodbye. It felt somewhat inappropriate, but Zhu Xiao didn't give me any chance to speak at all, and the car sped away in a flash.
This kind of influence was terrifyingly immense, which was why top-three-tier noble clans often relied on it to do whatever they pleased within the Heavenly King Domain.
The inner palace remained calm and tranquil. Wang Liulian was completely unaffected by anything in the palace, and even the Second Prince was still being raised by her side. The Empress was taking her herbal medicine, and the twin sisters Chang Xing and Chang Yue continued to stroll about the inner palace with smiles as bright as flowers.
On September 6th, four aircraft carried out ten consecutive bombing raids targeting Saigon. When a modern metropolis had been reduced to ruins, Tianhua's attacks finally came to a complete halt. Just as everyone was guessing where the next target might be, Tianhua's official statement was published.
Sensing the increasingly overwhelming aura of destruction at his back, Ao Qin directly reached out, grabbed those massive Earth Dragons mid-air, and hurled them far away into the distance. Hearing Xiliao's telepathic transmission, he turned back to look, and at the sight before him, he froze completely in mid-air, dumbfounded.
"Go!" Yuqing looked at her worried nephew with a heart full of deep heartache. His sister had passed away early, and though Youer and Feng'er were together, fate loved to play cruel tricks, letting that Yu Fang come and stir up trouble.
"It's reaching the most crucial point. The step of nourishing the medicinal pills cannot be rushed; the more anxious you are, the more likely you are to bungle it!" Beside him, Fudi swallowed hard, his aged face a mix of anxiety and excitement, his emotions exceptionally high-strung.
In a large private room capable of accommodating a hundred people, there were not only karaoke facilities and a pool table, but also a roulette wheel, darts, and other entertainment amenities. Mi You sat on the sofa, and the coffee table in front of her was already laden with numerous premium liquors and high-end snacks.
The Vietnamese army dared not deploy forces in this region primarily because they could no longer cope with amphibious tanks and infantry fighting vehicles. Without a source of gasoline, the motorized units of the Vietnamese army were virtually paralyzed.
After finishing breakfast, Lin Yi stood up, left behind those words, and departed. Although his mindset could keep up with the young people, his age being what it was, Lin Yi naturally understood certain boundaries.
Huangfu Yi'er and Lüluo covered their mouths and giggled, offering no explanation. In their hearts, they knew very well that Ziyuan only knew how to eat—where would she ever know how to cook?
The midnight wind was rather fierce, rattling the windows loudly. The night sky was thick with dark clouds, carrying the faint promise of rain.
The crowd listened half-comprehensively as Liu Fei rambled on eloquently. Unawares, the Golden Cup minibus arrived at the east gate of Xuanwu Lake Park, and the group of five got out of the vehicle, entering the park and heading toward a hillside.

Yet when they heard this news, they immediately wore wild expressions, a fervent, blazing fighting spirit surging within their eyes.
Li Fei did not give up, even though defeat seemed certain and he was about to perish under the fire serpent's attack. He furiously practiced the Iron Cloth divine martial art, intending to counter that damned fire serpent by enhancing his defensive power.
"Thanks to you, I am ready!" Saber raised her head; her emerald green eyes had turned golden, and countless points of light emerged from the air, converging upon that golden sword.
Yet now, this Muyuan actually dared to boast so shamelessly, which truly provoked his sarcasm and contempt, mocking Muyuan's utter overestimation of his own abilities.
She knew that if she were to throw away the contents of her bowl, the madman beside her would surely pile more food right back into it. This fellow was completely accustomed to acting on pure whim, caring not a whit about how others might feel.
Li Tianwang, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, did not lose his head. He organized a portion of the heavenly soldiers and generals to maintain the encirclement, preventing the ancient God of Thunder from escaping. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to eliminate him; if he managed to escape back to heaven, the vast world would likely never offer such a golden opportunity again.
"That's right, Master, there's still something I'd like to ask your advice on," I said to Master while boiling water.
Yun Feng sensed Jiang Xueying's underlying intentions and could not help a shudder of chill. Jiang Xueying was truly racking her brains, utterly determined to win her over.
Originally, he had merely perceived subtle and wondrous fluctuations in space and time, never expecting such an unexpected "harvest".
Yang Haoran gave Qin Yang a deep look. He naturally understood the significance behind Qin Yang's words: "Leave the other matters to me" and "I can rest easy handing it to you."
Looking at the new junior who had fallen into bizarre delusions, Gufa Meweis was at a loss, and could only try to pull her back to reality.