Chapter 26: The Cannon-Fodder Fiancée (26)

"This is impossible." Fu Han’s face turned deathly pale, his expression one of utter disbelief.

"What is impossible about it? If you can love Su Murong, why can't I fall for someone else?"

Fu Han’s eyes were bloodshot as he let out a hysterical roar. "You loved me for seven whole years! How can you just stop loving me like that?"

"You know damn well I loved you for seven whole years. And what did you do during those seven years? You banked on my love for you to trample my self-esteem, while you were with different..."

Rong Lang sighed and looked at the sea of spectators. He held a finger to his lips, his eyes curving upward and his mouth hinting at a smile.

The hall was bathed in bright white light, filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine and the rustle of fine clothes—the very definition of high-society extravagance.

It was already packed with people; acquaintances and strangers alike chatted animatedly, the atmosphere buzzing with energy.

"Gentlemen, please don't misunderstand. I have no ill intentions; I only wish to register as a hunter," Ye Yun said, waving his hands in a panic.

"Evil God, it is simple to prove my theory. Just check your spoils from this trip to see if you have Zou Kai's token," the Ice Demon Bird said.

A series of simple yet profound incantations echoed in his mind. They were simple because Li Yi understood the literal meaning of every word, yet profound because, when strung together into a cultivation method, he felt lost, unable to grasp how to apply them.

After returning that day, Iron Skin suffered through torture. His mother treated him as if he were not her own flesh and blood, pushing him to the brink of death.

To his surprise, Ling Jiantong agreed without a moment's hesitation, leaving Mu Jinghong instantly petrified.

Ji Wei remained silent, staring at Yu Zui for a long moment before looking away. He could not escape the fate of being toyed with; perhaps from the very first day he signed that unequal contract, he had already lost his freedom.

Rui transformed into his tiger form and sprinted toward the spot. But with the drawbridge still raised and the city gates shut, he plunged into the river with a splash and swam desperately toward the opposite bank.

"True enough." Although Scholar Fu had a difficult temperament, he was a man who spoke with brutal honesty.

"What is it?" Emperor Jiajing was indeed intrigued. Yan Shifan was usually a man who spoke his mind, direct and hot-tempered; when had he ever been like this before?

The ceremonial robe was extremely imposing; if worn incorrectly, it could easily overwhelm the wearer or make them look aged. Yet, on her, the garment did not overshadow her presence; instead, it accentuated a unique, otherworldly temperament.

Amber’s face turned red. Having lost his goggles, he struggled to open his eyes underwater. In the deep, dark blue sea, his opponent maneuvered that purple mecha with ease. "Hair" as thick as an arm drifted gracefully in the water, moving like water snakes, fluid and unrestrained despite the crushing pressure.

Yan Manman had always considered Ye Chu her greatest rival. Ye Chu’s background and looks were top-tier, but compared to her, they were naturally inferior.

"I’ve already picked out a name for my son." Although it would be an honor to have the Emperor bestow a name, Qin Fengyi felt his own choice was better.

Back then, Yan Shifan had said something to Yan Song, claiming that if one looked across the world today, there were only three true geniuses. The first was the Commander of the Jinyiwei, Left Dudu, Grand Preceptor of the Crown Prince, and additionally Junior Preceptor and Junior Tutor, as well as Grand Tutor of the Crown Prince—the Earl of Loyalty, Lu Bing. Yes, you read that correctly; that was his full, lengthy title.

She looked at the hand before her—broad, warm, the hand that had held hers, wiped away her tears, embraced her, given her strength, and caressed her.

Looking out, a man wearing only undergarments emerged, his muscular physique exposed and his face twisted in rage. In his hand, he clutched a gauze dress. Between his legs, a prominent bulge revealed that his weapon was already loaded, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.