Chapter 66: Marrying Young

At nine o'clock in the morning, Haicheng Donghai Airport.

Lin Xilan stood at the exit, holding a bouquet of macaron-colored flowers.

After a while, passengers trickled out from the arrival gate, and Lin Xilan spotted Hua Ying at a glance, who was dressed in her uniquely avant-garde style.

"Xiao Ying."

Lin Xilan freed a hand to wave at her.

...

Hearing Zhu Lin's words, Bai Li merely gazed in the direction where Yang Qin had left, saying nothing.

Although Lu Feng had sensed it for a while, he offered no resistance, letting others restrain him without feeling the slightest bit of tension.

The warriors of the nomadic tribes did not farm, but they had slaves, as well as agricultural tribes within their sphere of influence to till the land. The Hu people also primarily consumed grain rather than just beef and mutton.

Qin Sisi walked to the master bedroom door first. Theoretically speaking, An He should be living in this room.

Yu Yichen wanted to start an agency company, and in this industry, he needed to cultivate talent belonging to his own company. One should not put all their eggs in one basket, so he wanted Jiang Haiqiong to become familiar with the routines of this industry.

"The Xiao family resides right here in Misty City, and Xiao Hongzhi and Elder Jianyong have probably already arrived," Jian Yuan said casually as he walked straight ahead.

Xuo He was enraged. He rapidly unleashed his ultimate thunder-explosion power, sending powerful bolts of lightning surging from all directions across the sky, startling many powerful entities into temporarily halting their attacks and letting Xuo He slaughter his way to Princess Lüxi.

The entire camp of the Red Flag Army fell into a sudden silence, save for the snapping of the fluttering red flags and the monotonous, rhythmic beating of the drums.

Seeing that Lu Feng had declined Yu Gaoyang's offer of help, Guo Huai felt even more delighted, a smile of a successful conspiracy blooming across his face.

Having figured this out, Bing Mo gave the matter no further thought. He began tapping on the keyboard, immersing himself entirely in the computer game.

Over the next few days, Bai Qiaoxuan either escorted Bai Jiayin to play at the Tong residence or picked up Tong Yuhao from the Tong residence to go out. In any case, regardless of the circumstances, he visited the Tong residence every single day and sent people to inquire about Tong Yuqing's well-being daily, yet he never once caught a glimpse of her.

Su Tong stood up, extended his palm, and a fierce, violent gale of palm wind swept ruthlessly across Jiang Liannan's pale, greyish face.

"How can this be!" Looking at the mutilated bodies lying inside the cell, veins seemed to throb across Ye Tian's forehead like rumbling thunder. Not only had Yuan Teng and his son forcibly seized the Ye family estate, but they had also ruthlessly massacred many of its collateral relatives!

Tong An suddenly smiled, feeling as though this was the game he used to play frequently with Jiang Shengjiu, and reached out to pinky-promise with her.

"Why let her know? This is too cruel," Jiang Xiaonan murmured. No wonder Su Tong would act this way.

Before the disciple surnamed Feng could mount a defense, his body was sent flying toward the surroundings, crashing heavily against a tree trunk before hitting the ground with a thud, leaving his face contorted in unbearable agony.

Out on the avenue, Song Dachun sat leisurely by a vendor's stall, sipping tea. Using his spiritual sense to check on Ye Tian's whereabouts and finding nothing amiss, he finally set his mind at ease.

Feng Luli held her chopsticks, hesitant whether to eat or not. Her eyes remained fixed on Linyin's chopsticks, intending to uphold the fine tradition of respecting elders and youngsters, and planned to start eating only after he began.

Before the syringe could even be pulled from his arm, the shadow-person was sent flying through the air, several of his ribs crushed and caved into his chest. He crashed heavily onto the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the sounds of shouting and killing outside gradually subsided. The palace attendants retreated toward this side like a receding tide, and Ling Yurong tucked the grenade into her sleeve, sitting upright.

The sound of the zither lingered melodiously as curls of sandalwood smoke drifted upward. Under the autumn frost and evening dew within the imperial palace, Nangong Moyun sat beside a white jade guqin, his slender, jade-like fingers gently plucking the strings. His raven hair cascaded freely over his shoulders, casting a shimmering glow across the ground. His breathtaking, otherworldly face wore a gentle expression as he occasionally glanced at the fair lady beside him, a smile playing on his lips.