Chapter 107: Winning Hearts

"Listen to me, find yourself a good woman and carry on the Dong family line. Otherwise, I will have no face to meet your brother in the afterlife."

Dong Yi did not want her to worry too much, so he sighed helplessly, "Please make the arrangements, Sister Shu."

The Grand Princess beamed, "That is more like it. Over these past two years, I have carefully selected a few candidates for you, all from families with close ties to the Dong house. You should find opportunities to observe them discreetly. If you find one you fancy, tell me, and I will arrange for you to spend time together. You must be able to choose someone who truly pleases you."

Five or six minutes later, Duan Chengliang straightened his clothes and walked out of the guard station with a chuckle, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

A sword spirit is an extraordinary entity; to possess sentience without cultivation, it must be infused with the power of heaven and earth.

After the sonic blast, Wayne’s figure flickered like a phantom, his speed surpassing that of most kings, and Xu Qiu was not to be outdone.

The flurry of activity lasted past lunchtime. Gui Xianjing left Heiniu at the inn to look after Yang Mo and told the Li couple to stay behind as well. She took Liuzhi to a mutton shop, asked the proprietor to brew a bowl of thin congee, and ordered a bowl of mutton noodles with an extra half-catty of lamb.

The affair between Xie Nanlin and Luo Anxue was, after all, only whispered among the upper echelons. Although this was an elite kindergarten with many wealthy families, not everyone belonged to that social class, so it was perfectly normal that they remained unaware.

Seeing the exotic beasts closing in, he plunged his long spear into the ground. The others were stunned—if he didn't use his spear, what would he fight with?

He had no strength to resist; his body traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The first day of school was quite a spectacle. Since I was a local, I traveled light. When I arrived at the registration desk, oh my... how should I even describe what I felt inside?

The Luo corporation faced a crisis. Luo Wanxing stayed up all night designing several pieces of jewelry. Luo Xingcheng was very pleased when he saw them, yet he turned around and credited the designs to Luo Anxue.

She could not understand why. It had been agreed upon; Xie Nanlin had promised her, and it was not as if he hadn't seen how hard she had worked for that dance.

After catching his breath, Zhang Tiegen took out his phone and made a call to Tie Dan.

"You can choose to surrender. For the sake of maintaining order, they will treat you well!" said Bai Xue.

The inner demon spoke urgently. Mu Feng’s sudden burst of speed and power had forced the middle-aged man to lose control of his perfectly regulated breathing and heartbeat.

The combatants in the valley also noticed the changes occurring, and one by one, they ceased their fighting, their gazes turning in unison toward the mouth of the cave.

Consequently, Zhang Tiegen felt rather frustrated at this moment; he really had to have a serious talk about this matter.

But at that very instant, a cold glint flashed in Yuan Ningning’s eyes. In a split second, he drew a dagger and aimed it directly at Lin Han’s dantian. It was clear that in his world, as long as he made a move, Lin Han would be reduced to a useless person—a cripple devoid of spiritual power.

Most of the citizens of Guancheng did not know what was happening, but they poured out of their homes because of the fireworks, cheering and dancing with joy.

The name of Slaughter City struck fear into the entire North Li world. Every master of Slaughter City was famous for their carnage—waging iron-fisted wars, slaughtering in every direction, and standing invincible.

No matter how you looked at him, he was a dashing young nobleman of the mortal world—handsome and bewitching. That air of condescending grace was plain for all to see.

This formation could actually automatically absorb the surrounding sunlight and wind, using that energy to maintain the illusion indefinitely.

Therefore, contrary to his usual behavior, after the shareholders' meeting ended, Dongfang Yewang pointed at the large group of shareholders—who, like Cao Zhengchuan and Zhao Zhenghai, were delighted by the soaring stock price—and cursed them roundly.

Mu Xiaowei stared at Helan Chen without blinking, her voice sounding like icicles soaked in the dead of winter, cold enough to chill the marrow.

"Boss, you really did break through. No wonder you caused such a commotion," Bu Qianchen laughed.