Volume 1, Chapter 41: Gu Hanxiao Indeed Favors Zhang Xiaowan

In the courtyard, Gu Hanxiao’s brows knit slightly as he saw Su Nuan emerge carrying the wedding attire.

Su Nuan explained the progress: "The groom’s wedding attire is finished, and the bride’s only needs a few buttons."

Yun Huan pulled Yun Feng into the house. "Yun Feng, sit down and eat!" In this life, she would no longer consume the scraps and leftovers they offered with such condescension; going hungry was nothing compared to maintaining one's own dignity.

A figure who had been watching from the sidelines finally revealed his true appearance amidst a low, resonant sound. Dressed in purple robes, his mere arrival sparked a wave of gasps from the crowd.

With a thunderous "bang," the wooden door shattered as if it had struck something solid, and a figure draped in a fiery red gown was flung against the wall.

Serve Mother Xue? Looking at her rolls of fat and her greasy, bloated face, Luoluo felt a shiver of disgust.

Bai Yue walked in and greeted Elder Ji. Ji Changfeng responded with a smile. After entering, Bai Yue stared straight at Liu Ruoxi, the envy in her eyes making Ji Lingsheng feel a sense of unease.

Liu Chenglu had a deep friendship with Huo Donglin, but he did not care for a single person that Huo Donglin liked.

Relatively speaking, medical cultivators and puppeteers were the fewest in number, and these two disciplines also had the lowest pass rates.

Hua Jiu stood stunned for a moment, Mo Shuhan’s words echoing in her consciousness. A sword cultivator fights to the death; yes, the old Daoist priest was the same—every time he drew his sword, he never intended to survive.

The Dark Hawk suddenly flew into a rage, spreading his wings and soaring into the air. He thrust his right hand forward, and a long glazed spear shot into the sky and fell into his grip. A majestic and domineering aura erupted from the spear, churning the winds and clouds; those with low cultivation levels even vomited blood and collapsed.

The spirits of the Vermilion Bird and the Azure Dragon seemed instantly stimulated, emitting even higher, sharper screeches. Both spirits became more solid, tinged with a deep crimson, and they lunged ferociously toward the gray figure of the Demon Flame Evil Emperor, dancing like a phoenix and soaring like a dragon, coiling and winding around him.

Therefore, while others were bidding, he paid no attention at all, purely there to watch the spectacle.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: the Tightening Spell. If reciting it forward made the ring contract, would reciting it backward make it loosen?

However, before the Sword Hero could ask, Marshal Tianpeng, Zhu Bajie, seemed to have more to say to him.

Big Fool certainly had not expected a trap here. Suddenly, a large net hoisted them into the air, and vaguely, they saw a man in the darkness laughing at them.

"Mom, Dad, I’ll leave that to you. I’m not familiar with the area yet, so I want to go for a walk and buy some things to bring back," Wang Hao said.

"These are just minor skills. Since you are a natural-born stone monkey, you should know that I am Heaven, and it was I who bestowed your life upon you," Wang Hao laughed.

Yue Cai'er’s words caused the clansmen to look at one another. The sense of rejection in their hearts faded slightly, though it remained strong. Such trauma could not be wiped away so easily.

He took a large gulp of wine, tossed the flask aside, and began to practice his boxing. He had practiced this set of moves countless times, yet each time, he gained a brand new realization.

Because in a certain sense, this was considered the Führer's "private army," Reinhardt had always paid exceptional attention to the development of the SS, personally emphasizing discipline to prevent the kind of heinous events—like the wanton killing of prisoners—seen in history.

An electronic voice echoed in his mind. The Sword Hero curled his lip, thinking that since Qingfeng had already issued the quest, was there even a possibility of not completing it?