Love at First Sight, Chapter 105: What You Think Is What I Think

The City God Temple was always bustling with people—some solving lantern riddles, some offering prayers, and some admiring the lanterns and the scenery.

Wen Yueqing lifted her eyes to look at Zunyou. Even knowing the answer to the riddle, she still could not understand why the answer had to be that phrase.

Of course, she knew what a blissful marital harmony meant. Thinking of what Zunyou had just said, she could not help blushing again.

"You see? You just got my hopes up for nothing again," Zunyou said, pouting as he looked at her with an aggrieved expression.

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By then, Thief God Bingfeng had nothing else to say. All he needed to do now was carry out the plan.

Just the taxes alone came to two billion. Among the wealthy people present, some families did not even have total assets worth two billion. In an instant, those tycoons felt a deep sense of inferiority once more.

Fortunately, even at the Spirit-Condensing stage, one could still retain such breathtaking beauty and would not be left to age with the passing years. Liu Xinghe stepped forward and gently drew Linglong’s shoulder into his embrace, and Linglong, in turn, rested her head on his shoulder. For a long time, neither of them said a word.

Shi Yunlong answered decisively and utterly shamelessly. Seeing Yang Hao’s ghostlike, unfathomable footwork, he did not even need to fight to know that the rumors must be true.

After the outburst, those high-level undead lord-class monsters also had a chance to force their way in.

Racial discrimination was not something that happened only to humans; it appeared among blood clans as well. In blood clan tribes, almost all the blood clans were white, and as for black people, they were not entirely absent, but the vast majority of them were low-ranking blood clans.

Zhong Ling dismissed all distracting thoughts and remained unmoved. He extended his thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, pinching Bai Moxi’s slender wrist with three fingers and pressing precisely on the pulse at her wrist.

As expected, the power of a Venerate-level expert was extraordinary, though it also made Xiao Yan even more curious about one thing: his own identity and origins.

Zhong Ling laughed with satisfaction and said, "Ha, you lot are no match for me." As he finished speaking, the pile of lingerie in his hands vanished before their eyes.

Now that the injuries in his body had healed, Chu Shaoyang did not intend to linger any longer. He cupped his hands toward Master Ge and prepared to leave.

"This has nothing to do with you. Go outside first." When Yin Zhen spoke, his voice was even softer, and around him there seemed to hang a dead, desolate chill.

In terms of innate talent, Yang Jian was not even as good as Nezha. As the reincarnated Spirit Pearl, his physical body had once been no weaker than that of a primordial exotic beast. Unfortunately, when Nezha later returned his bones to his father and his flesh to his mother, he had destroyed that powerful body with his own hands, gaining only a lotus body in exchange.

Daoist Yuan had agreed that she would not show herself again. As for the other nobles in the capital who might still be invited, there were no more than a handful of sorcerers, and they were all glory-seeking frauds like Ge Guqing. As long as there was silver, it would not be hard to keep them quiet.

Murong Qingran did not finish the words that followed. What she had meant was: I would even pluck them for him myself, only to make up for the harm I caused him, and for that monstrous humiliation.

"Got it, Mom. But Gu Yunzhi said Dad should help arrange those brothers who used to follow me. I don’t know how to bring this up to Dad," Zhang Tailong said awkwardly.

On the other side, a driver operating a gigantic mech frantically hammered the fire button, sweeping away the zombies before him.

And over there, Qiu Xue and Qiu Yue, who had been chasing Hong Xu all over the place, had just reached the table, and Guo'er's words clearly reached their ears.

Murong Qingran cast a contemptuous glance at Cang Xue. Truly, she had long hair and little wisdom. If she thought of the modern world, even tunnels could be bored beneath the sea. Still, that was to be expected; Beiming Hanxuan probably did not have that sort of skill. Modern technology was advanced, whereas here, even the most skilled craftsmen would likely be unable to build a secret chamber beneath water or inside an artificial rockery.

After renovation, Hibiscus No. 1 had become even more luxurious, yet the prices of the dishes remained as affordable as ever. As a result, the moment it opened, every seat was filled.

"Our mother is in poor health. She was the one who let her in. After that, she and I had a quarrel, and she was the one who pushed me down the stairway." As she spoke, a faint trace of cold malice also seeped into Xia Shanshan’s eyes.