Chapter 98: Foresight

"What does 'not yet born' mean?" Wang Yun asked curiously.

"It means the singer hasn't yet created it," Jiang Butong replied.

Wang Yun was stunned. Not created yet? She wondered, if it hasn't been created, how do you know about it? She looked at Jiang Butong as if he were a fool...

Huangfu Xiu finished his words with a smile, noticing Ye Hanyue watching him. He turned his gaze to her, the warmth in his eyes undiminished.

And then, one day, you meet someone who is nothing like your ideal type, yet you can't help but fall in love. All those rules you once held dear are thrown to the wind. That is the purest form of attraction—not the model you built for yourself.

He had thought, if she really died, he would bring her back to life no matter what it cost. If he couldn't, he would take his own life, reincarnate, and search for her soul in its next life. Of course, before ending himself, he would slaughter Wenren Hen and all those so-called righteous people who had forced her, avenging her death.

Since the second year of Xianfeng, Qingyu began purchasing farm equipment from Americans. The Americans saw this as a new business, selling machinery was extremely profitable. They realized that in such a vast country, the grain produced was never enough. Selling their machines was as surprising and delightful as selling grain itself.

A few days later, the arrogant palace servant returned to the Prince Xiaoyao's residence, once again bringing the Empress Dowager's decree requiring Su Hao to enter the palace for an audience.

The hatred of annihilated clans cannot be reconciled, especially since the second prince of the Demon Clan on Haotian Continent had abducted Senior Sister Qiu from Ice Peak. She and Uncle Li had been comrades in life and death on the Outer Peak—one enmity piled upon another.

Cui Yanxi's brows were tightly knit, and the hand resting on Xia Yuyang's shoulder unconsciously tightened a little.

In truth, the money could never be spent entirely, and no one could keep their hands off it. As soon as the Wang father and son left, the money would be distributed. They certainly understood this, yet each year they still sent five million into the void. Why?

Xu Haodong excelled at such schemes, and did so openly. He manipulated others without allowing any room for objection—this was what is called an overt strategy.

After finishing his biscuits, Simon patted the dust off himself, stretched his limbs, slung his bag over his shoulder, and headed down the mountain.

Uncle Fu had already investigated thoroughly: his master was a fraud, his martial arts mediocre at best. Yet now, he was easily defeating several elders without breaking a sweat.

The elders of the Falling Sunset Sect spoke up one after another. Having reached this point, the sect's reputation was ruined; now their words were merely an attempt to find excuses for themselves.

Liu Shang squeezed Mrs. Wang's hand tightly. Mrs. Wang stepped forward, snatched the large needle from Liu Xu's hand, and thrust it forward, aiming straight for Liu Xu's eye.

Moreover, Yao Qin’s biological father happened to be the man Zhang Yanlai had loved bitterly all her life. Though the senior and junior disciple were destined never to be together, the deep bond between them remained. So, when Yao Qin became an orphan, Zhang Yanlai treated him as her own.

"Um, just wait and see, I’ll get two main god cores. Tell me first how to get a Martial Soul; I can’t wait to see what mine is." Nalan Yanran snorted softly, not believing in fate. She wanted two main gods—only then would she seem more distinguished.

"Master, I..." Zhu Pei was reluctant, unsure when she would see Su Chen again.

These photos were taken by Yu Yang in the police station while Chu Yuan’er and the others were talking.

According to the rules of the upper-class aristocratic circles, one must first get engaged, announce it to the world, and only then can one marry.