Chapter 58 Let's Get a Divorce

Li Hanqin let out a strange laugh and was just about to tease Zhou Yuheng a few words when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lin Xilan standing there.

"Gasp..."

Startled, Li Hanqin shuddered. "Sister-in-law, you... you're here."

"What... when did you get here?..."

However, why did she keep glancing at the three of them from time to time? Liu Shuang's puzzled gaze happened to meet Wu Jun's inquiring look. "Go and check out the background of this bar," Liu Shuang whispered to Wu Jun.

"Boss, what should we do now? When it comes to background, we simply cannot compare with the Black Tiger Gang," Wu Jun asked with some worry.

Quan Qiao chattered away, trying to persuade Luo Li to come and watch them fight tomorrow. Luo Li knew she absolutely could not go; if she went, the two of them would definitely take an even worse beating, and even more male beasts would end up getting involved.

I was very young back then and completely unable to understand the meaning behind the Gege's words. It wasn't until I began to grow up slowly that I realized how utterly despairing that sentence truly was.

Long Aolang scooped up a handful of snow and swallowed it. The white snow instantly melted into a freezing, icy torrent that rushed straight down into his lungs, making him shiver violently and clearing his mind in an instant.

In short, torn between inner torment and guilt, she still failed to completely shake off her identity as a spy.

The Demon Emperor certainly wouldn't just sit by and watch Qin Ming die. Since Qin Ming had used the Grand Puppet Technique to refine the emperor into his own puppet, their relationship had become one of shared glory and mutual destruction. If Qin Ming died, the Demon Emperor wouldn't survive either.

Rui caught the sweet and alluring scent once more—the very same fragrance she had noticed when she first met Li. Rui could sense Luo Li's sorrow. Softly, she approached Luo Li's bed, her emerald-green eyes shining clearly in the dark as she gazed upon Luo Li's tear-stained face.

"That's not entirely wrong, but it's not the whole truth either. This place actually doesn't exist on any administrative map," the elderly monk's rumbling voice revealed a secret that almost made Liu Shuang fall flat on his back.

Right now, he really wanted to throw all caution to the wind and have his bodyguards beat Liu Fei to death, but he was extremely wary of Liu Fei's martial prowess.

Sitian instinctively fell silent. Just a few seconds later, the man's icy gaze suddenly surged with restless panic and agitation. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he possessed her right there in that very posture.

The Water Attendant and the Fire Attendant stepped forward to support Ruo Feiliu, their faces deathly pale. Ruo Feiliu looked at the two of them, then forced a bitter smile, his mouth full of lingering bitterness.

The old man said, "I see. Wait for me while I go finish fertilizing the field with this load of nightsoil. If you don't mind, I still have a thatched cottage at home where you can stay temporarily." Li Zhichen smiled and said, "Naturally, I don't mind. Old sir, let me go with you to pour this load of manure." With that, he reached out to take the carrying pole from the old man's shoulder.

The last sentence was delivered with an extremely heavy tone, forcing a marriage—if someone dies, it's you! My cousin won't die to show it to you; she'll only make you die to show it to her.

Although infrared sensors were installed here, there was still a blind spot. After all, they were machines, so loopholes were inevitable.

In his heart, Li Zhichen felt a mix of anger and sorrow, making him all the more eager to rush to Beiruolan Island and stop this wedding feast.

From afar, Jia Ting caught sight of Gu Yunjin and Xu Lingyi. A thought flashed through her mind, and she finally made up her mind.

This sounded somewhat complicated, but to put it plainly, character determines destiny. Sometimes, even when you know what the best course of action is, your heart simply refuses to do it—that is determined by character. Hawksbill couldn't reveal too much either, otherwise, it would only disrupt Zhang Wei's destiny, and that might not necessarily be the outcome she desired most.

At this moment, Qiushui Han had gathered a portion of the strength from the other six great swordsmen, having long since ascended to the ranks of top-tier martial artists. Wielding his chilling sword, it descended like a flurry of blinding snowflakes, making it all the more terrifying.