Chapter 142: The Wedding of My Dreams!

Before the host could speak, Zhang Yingjing said coldly:
"Since the guest is in such a hurry, let the final contestant take the stage so we can move on to the next segment sooner."
Hearing Zhang Yingjing speak, the host nodded hurriedly. After all, she was a person of great importance—someone even more formidable than Xu Ze, and not someone to be trifled with.
The host then turned to Xu Ze and asked cautiously:
"Well, Xu Ze, let’s step down. It’s time for the final contestant to come up."
Xinhun approached Huang Yuza, and seeing her using her broadsword to support her crumbling body, he could not help but feel moved.
In the center of the mountain range, one must build a high tower; the height of this tower determines the height of the barrier above the mountains. By the same logic, digging a sufficiently deep vertical tunnel in the ground at the center of the mountains and placing mysterious cold iron within it will determine the height of the barrier beneath the mountains.
This Yan Bizhen is the most formidable peak-stage high-level Saint Venerable below the Half-Step Heavenly Emperor level, and her six-fold half-wind Dao heart is even more powerful.
"Second Brother Chu, what brings you here?" After tidying his attire, Lin Xiaoran walked from his room into the main hall and asked, looking at Second Brother Chu as he sipped his tea.
With zombies besieging the city, humanity has embarked on a path of evolution. This is the beginning of the end times, the place where nightmares begin, and also where hope awakens.
Many cultivators, when their level is too low, rarely possess powerful weapons. Even the most basic mortal-grade magical artifact costs around a thousand pounds of spirit stones, which is not something an ordinary cultivator can afford. Furthermore, treasures easily attract lethal disasters, so they prefer to wait until their cultivation is high enough to ensure their own survival before making such plans.
"So it was all as you predicted. Master, have you truly calculated even my heavy pupils into your scheme?" Hearing Ji Cheng’s words, the Saint Son of the Divine Temple smiled helplessly, blood and tears streaming from his eyes. Even though his vision was now plunged into darkness, he looked up to the heavens and roared.
Twenty miles east of the Autumn Mountain Estate, the area is completely rural. There isn't even a single asphalt road; everything is paved with concrete. Some sections are riddled with potholes, with no one around to repair them.
"Alright, let's get back to the point. You and Leimu are biological siblings. You haven't seen each other for two years, and yet the moment you meet, you threaten her—that’s going too far, isn't it?" Jiang Feng said.
A hearty laugh rang out: "She is the future daughter-in-law of the Wan family!" Wan Song, looking vigorous and wearing armor, led his troops out from the end of the street.
Shen Si questioned Zaiyi: Why did he poison his father, the King? Why did he slaughter all of his siblings?
Because the game's art style was extremely childish, she felt no discomfort looking at the screen; instead, she found the way the zombies died rather cute.
After Xiao Chenyun finished his bath, he hadn't dried off completely, and water droplets still trickled down his jawline. His translucent undergarment clung to his skin, revealing faint, defined abdominal muscles, creating an atmosphere of... extreme temptation.
Not far away, a pair of cunning fox-like eyes curled into a smug smile: Zhuyuan is a forbidden area of the estate. If that girl breaks in on her own, even if she isn't killed by Wei Ergui, she will be beaten to death by Father.
Because the concentration of heat is not easy to regulate, it would be ideal if there were a standard unit of measurement.
However, regardless of whether the people present were being insincere or what they were truly thinking, they could only let matters unfold and take things one step at a time.
Moreover, a leader at their tax bureau was preparing to buy a wedding house for their child and had booked it right here. It was said that they had to pull quite a few strings just to get a two-percent discount, and even then, the leader was so delighted that they showed it off to everyone.
Under the sharp gaze, Wei Mingcheng's eyes grew increasingly flustered; he stammered for a long while, unable to answer.
"Give. It. Back." Su Nanzhi, extremely displeased, increased her strength and gripped the guy's wrist so tightly that he cried out in pain.