Zhu Zhuyun's Possessiveness, a Different Title

Bibi Dong breathed a slight sigh of relief, pride appearing on her stunningly beautiful face.

How was that?

That was my disciple!

More than that, he was my man!

What trash Master Yu Xiaogang—don't even come near us!

The worry in Ning Fengzhi's heart faded.

Perhaps...

This kid really could...

Defeat, or even kill, Tang Hao head-on!

Tang Hao's pupils contracted at lightning speed, as if pierced by needlepoints, while every hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

He knew how monstrously talented Yuan Qingtian was.

After all, he had obtained a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring at such a young age...

One had to know that even he, the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, had obtained his only Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring by...

After saving it, Yang Cheng opened the work page and continued working. Though he wanted to complete the recommendation immediately, regulations required him to finish reviewing all the songs before he could proceed with it.

Cai Jin's failure left Cai Mao deeply disappointed. He had placed far too much hope on defeating Liu Jing this time, even going so far as to use the family's resources to promote this sword duel. But in the end, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Su Yun, having heard the conversation inside from outside, also breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of no one noticing, she hurriedly slipped away in secret.

"A top-tier recording studio isn't very big, probably about this big—from here to here." Lin Feng gestured through the air to indicate the distance.

Annihilation battles could effectively weaken the enemy's strength while seizing large quantities of weapons, armor, supplies, and prisoners of war. This could effectively replenish and strengthen one's own side, allowing it to sustain combat and continue growing stronger.

When Duan Ning first heard the news of her grandfather's death, she had already cried once. Now, her eyes reddened again despite herself.

Ren Yaohua did not know what she was thinking about. At those words, she raised her head. Before she could reply, the sound of gongs and drums rang out from outside. Several maidservants then came and went, each carrying a wicker basket as they asked everyone for gifts of luck. Red, yellow, blue, and green sashes were tied around their waists, representing the teams of the four young masters.

With a pfft, Kakuzu actually spat a heart from his mouth. Yoruichi's spiritual senses instantly caught the scene. Looking at that heart, she saw that although it had not suffered any attack, it had already aged beyond recognition and stopped beating. It was a sign that the organ had lost its vitality and was completely dead.

Hearing Situ Jin's words, the people below were stirred once more, and quite a few remained skeptical.

Several experts from Misty Peak and the Zhuansun Clan had even slightly changed expression. Few people still knew the role Misty Peak had played in all this, but the Zhuansun Clan's experts were already growing restless.

This was not its evolution, nor was it transforming into a dragon. Rather, the Dragon Palace's enhancement had activated its bloodline.

But Jian He knew that it was precisely because he possessed the confidence to "control everything" that he behaved this way.

This faint feeling made Granny Xin anxious—I haven't spoken with him yet. I need to leave something behind. At the very least, the sisters' hearts.

"Ye Tian, come to my house!" Murong Xue hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to invite Ye Tian to her home as a guest.

The blood flowing through Ji Yuebai's veins was not Ji Family blood at all, so naturally, anything involving real power had nothing to do with him. Yet fate was fickle—everything that had never belonged to him had somehow been delivered into his hands.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from not far away. Then, a massive hound with three heads appeared at the edge of the deep pit.

Ten minutes later, an off-road vehicle stopped in front of the command headquarters. Nuokang had just finished dressing General Songba's wounds and stopping the bleeding. Supported by Nuokang, General Songba limped toward the stairs.

"So MD has already ported this game over?" Li Fangcheng stroked his chin. This was rather troublesome.

Since he could not give her a future, since he could not be with her, then he had to make her completely heartbroken and hopeless. He could not give her even the slightest illusion that she still held a place in his heart, that he still cared about her. That she... could still fight for him, still try to take him away.