Chapter 126: He and She Are Perfectly Matched (Part One)

“Mr. Shen.” Jiang Xiao interrupted Shen Yi calmly, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable. “I myself cannot claim a spotless background, so what right do I have to demand purity from another woman?”

Shen Yi was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly said, “How can the general not be of impeccable lineage? The general hasn’t even been betrothed, let alone married. Besides, he hails from the Jiang family of Xiangzhou, a long line of military officers. His biological father was the previous Marquis of Wuan, and his mother comes from the esteemed You family, renowned for their refined heritage in the Great Qi.”

A few elder protectors belonging to the Wang Ba lineage, upon hearing this, were both angry and furious, their eyes blazing with rage.

The Blood Sea Hell was known as the cruelest place in the world. Even demons who delighted in slaughter found it unbearable after prolonged stays.

The camera captured this moment, and fans’ attention was once again drawn to his irresistibly adorable gestures—more captivating than his own parents. A large number of fans clamored to adopt him, declaring him so cute they wished to take him home.

She spoke as she walked inside, while the Ninth Prince stared at her with calm detachment, showing no intention of offering any explanation.

Shen Shiyue hadn’t gone to work for several days. Now dressed in a sports jersey, he was stretching his limbs while keeping an eye on Gu Shishan.

“I didn’t come for her. I came because you’re here,” Nan Feng said disdainfully.

His movements were light and graceful, as nimble as a cat. He leapt through the window and knelt silently on one knee without making a sound.

Wushuang was silent for a moment, swiftly pondering. She wanted to help the Xunteng Group, but after considering the major provinces and prefectures in the Chinese region, none seemed easy to develop.

“Can the test begin now?” Bai Xiaoli’s tone was brimming with the confidence and poise befitting a noble scion.

However, the bone sword erupted with overwhelming sword energy. In the blink of an eye, the circular area covered by the sword’s power expanded to a radius of two to three hundred meters.

Let us silently mourn for this tragic child, beloved by countless depraved men, for three minutes! No, three minutes is too long—three seconds will suffice. Yu Chuxuan silently mourned Jiang Yuxuan for three seconds.

Saying this, Jiang He pulled Xu Yiman over, making her the victim, while Jiang He took on the role of the assailant.

“There’s no time to waste. Let’s hurry up and prepare,” Yang Fan said, his mouth watering with anticipation, eager to carve the monster to pieces and stew it into soup immediately.

Yang Jianping didn’t truly expect Yang Fan to take over his company right now; he simply wanted to waste Yang Fan’s cleverness through this approach.

“That’s nothing. I’m not afraid even if there’s no Tribulation-level expert here. Don’t worry—unless a Tribulation-level being intervenes, no one here can hold me back. So, Brother Yan, there’s no need to take it personally!” Qin Yu laughed.

Though Li Tianguo and Xi Hao’s rankings were close, their strength differed greatly. Take the second-ranked expert, Xiang Tenglong—although just one rank above Li Tianguo, Li Tianguo wouldn’t last beyond five rounds in a fight against him.

No one asked if you saw anything, yet you yourself said you saw nothing. Isn’t that clearly admitting you’ve already seen something you shouldn’t have?

“Master Sect Leader, I feel something is amiss with the Military Affairs Office,” Song Zheng pondered for a moment, then decided to voice his doubts, hoping Qian Yang might help clarify.

Hu Xinghua wasn’t actually named Hu Xinghua. She was given a Han name after marrying a Han man who bestowed it upon her.

“If the Cataclysm God favors the律者 so dearly, why was it banished?” After a pause, It turned, pointing at the black box, and questioned the demon.

The sudden remark drew everyone’s gaze involuntarily to Xiao Tianlang’s battered face.

On the lower left side of his chest was a fist-sized indentation—a fresh injury, apparently the remnant of damage from some kind of shrapnel.