Chapter 35: The Arranged Marriage Has Been Settled

Banxia always came to report the intelligence she had gathered whenever she returned to the capital, and she never took the conventional path, insisting on entering through the window instead of the door.

Was it cool?

Gu Mo, at his age, might have thought so once, but time flies, and he was no longer young.

"Are the others doing well?"

Gu Mo was referring to those brothers and sisters who, like Banxia, were not related by blood.

Banxia sat beside Gu Mo and slowly recounted, "The second brother became the son-in-law of the Martial Arts Alliance Leader last month."

Slaughter and death abounded. Warriors from various sects wailed; many lost their breath, collapsing to the ground, never to rise again.

The Brazilian superstar grinned, his mouth widening to reveal a full set of white teeth, looking remarkably friendly.

Shan Beng walked over and smiled at Long Yu, his words once again shocking everyone around them.

Yang Huan took it and flipped through it casually. Though he appeared to be merely glancing at it, he actually caught every key point.

Zi Ling, knowing her strength could not help Lin Yuan at this moment, obediently stepped aside.

Holding Shi Panhua’s celestial soul, Wang Mo retreated without a moment's hesitation, directly placing it into the Billion Soul Banner inside his storage pouch. His speed did not falter for an instant; he vanished in a flash.

Yu Changsong was now blushing deeply, stuck in an awkward position, wringing his hands nervously, not daring to speak further.

"I heard that you and he are quite good friends," Xia Lin Laheri dropped another bombshell.

In the dream world, death was not impossible. As long as one was struck by a powerful mental attack, it was very possible to truly lose one's life.

As for the second trap, it was this hopeless Princess Taiping. Qin Shaoyou had assumed that once the news reached her, she would surely have her wealth rushed back to Luoyang to avoid the flames of war. Who would have thought that, damn it, she hadn't sent a single cent back? Was she expecting Qin Shaoyou to run back to Luoyang and remain a pauper?

Long Yuan was in Jingnan. To his surprise, Shui Menghua had adopted the alias Yun Meng and appeared to have become a consort to the Prince of Jingnan, Gu Zhen. Was this all a coincidence, or was it orchestrated?

"Hey, do you need me to carry you before you're willing to leave?" He Zun looked at Yanyan, who was hesitating, and teased.

Yang Zicheng nodded. After being informed, he immediately asked for Ye Tianyu's current phone number. After all, when it came time to repay the money, what would he do if he couldn't find him?

Passing through the barrier at the entrance, a long corridor appeared before them. Torches hung on the walls, allowing everyone to see the environment within.

His home was in Lin'an, so logically, he should have hosted Zhao Fuxin, who had just arrived. Although this was not Yue Yun's first time in Lin'an, he was still a guest.

Akame helped Sayo tidy the bed, while Sayo walked slowly to the window and gently raised her palm.

Yin Rongyu did not expect her to return. Still lost in his own emotions, he was startled by her words. He looked up in astonishment, unable to fully conceal the fragile expression that had been buried in the shadows, hidden from everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Dong Lizi Lu Xiaofei laughed heartily and let out a sudden shout, looking even more valiant. Meanwhile, the remaining three or four masters from the Black Dragon Ranking were struggling to defend themselves against the onslaught of the purple-armored god.

"Are you sure this is where the treasure is?" Feng Yunxian furrowed her brows, looking down in surprise at the White Spirit Rabbit that had stopped and looked incredibly excited. Jun Ting looked up and shrugged helplessly at Feng Yunxian.

Every move, as Fu Shaojun had said, was already clearly foreseen. Naturally, every move was also placed exactly where it needed to be; no matter how much one might try to stir up the heavens and earth, there was no escaping his grasp.

However, the Ghost-Faced Demon King did not pay much attention to this. He had revived by eroding the soul of the Blood Vine Tree Demon and had practiced for ten thousand years using the demon's physical form, waiting only for the moment of transformation to unleash the vast demonic essence accumulated over millennia and break through to the level of a Demon General in one fell swoop.