For a time, every major chat channel was filled with puzzled discussion. "Guys, this is a little strange. Tomorrow is the last day of the campaign, yet the system hasn't given us any warning?"
"Indeed... It's so quiet. Could that dragon have already given up and be planning to let us get through this campaign so easily?"
"It hasn't exactly been easy. Over these past thirteen days, more than twenty million of our compatriots have already died. Damn it, isn't that price high enough?"
In truth, after accepting Li Baoxiang, the old scholar Fang no longer planned to arrange a marriage with Village Head Sun's family. If the family was to branch out, it naturally had to spread outward. He was already looking for a suitable match for his eldest grandson. Once things were more or less settled, he would finalize it this year. Once he took a wife, Fang Fang could marry as well.
Liu Wei had just emerged from the passage when he walked over to Prince Muhammad and quietly asked the man most familiar with the imperial palace.
Looking at her ever-growing belly, Pei Qin was genuinely worried. What if it was a fat turnip and she couldn't give birth to it!?
Liu Wei did not feel out of place either. Though he had the body of a teenager, his soul was unquestionably that of an uncle-aged man.
Lü Wenhou, who had always looked down upon the world, was filled with panic and fear at this moment. He truly did not want to die. He was terrified, but so long as there was a sliver of hope, he was unwilling to die here.
After hearing that Shen Zhan had gone missing, Lin Xinxin was restless with worry. Could Shen Zhan really have disappeared? If he had not