Chapter 40 Annulment of Marriage

In the dead silence of the moment, Mu Yi cast an oppressive gaze upon Song Qiao.
With piercing accuracy, he demanded, "Did Mu Yan enter the inner hall that day?"
Song Qiao knew she could never hide this from him, but given his impending storm-like expression, how could she dare to speak the truth?
Refusing to let the matter go and seeing that Song Qiao was unable to speak, Mu Yi pressed relentlessly, "What did you two do?......"

Ling Qi smiled faintly, giving a noncommittal response. She was no stranger to this renowned international investment and trade fair; in both her past and present lives, she had obtained a wealth of data about it from her father. Yet now, she would never again have the opportunity to attend it alongside him, a realization that inevitably filled her heart with a lonely melancholy.

After all, among the twelve demisaints, there just happened to be those who practiced Meng Feng’s illusory Dao and Fan Zhen’s Dao of Destruction.

Before departure, the chief of police rushed over upon hearing the news, intending to invite Feng Yu to dinner, but was refused by a man who wished to have no further entanglements with this city. From then on, he intended to be a career soldier for life—perhaps fighting until his death, or perhaps living until retirement to find a new place to settle down.

Tong Dong received Yue Shan’s inbound pass, dribbling the ball across half-court without even daring to draw a full breath. Seeing that Hou Jie had already taken his position, he hurriedly passed the ball to him, hoping to earn a few favorable impression points in Hou Jie's mind.

"Even if you were lying down, I wouldn't be!" Jiang Hai shouted despite his body already beginning to sway.

This person was the Uncle Master Xin Tong whom Ling Jian had mentioned, and also his savior. With just a single glance, Shi Yi knew he was absolutely no match for this man.

Could it be that he had really been lifted up? The pilot, utterly unable to understand the scene before him, had an absurd thought flash through his mind, and then gently lifted his hand held above his head: accompanied by that raised hand, the fragments flew upward within a rainbow light.

"No servants have come back to report, it seems it's not ready yet," the elder from just now spoke up once again.

"Where is Grandma Nancy?" Ba was filled with revulsion toward this perverted creature, and naturally could not muster a pleasant expression.

With these words, the entire venue erupted once again. A guy who looked only twenty years old actually carried a card with such a massive fortune?

With a crisp sound, Feng Lin's hand clamped precisely onto the middle-aged man's neck, and then hoisted him high into the air.

The thought of thoroughly teasing him fell through, leaving a lingering sense of vexation in her heart at that moment.

Though they had not slept a night, neither felt any fatigue. Ye Hongling went about energetically arranging personnel to monitor the every word and action of the senior executives; meanwhile, Gongsun Yu drove back to the Northern Palace Manor, and after a brief rest, drove Beigong Lingyu to the Golden Tripod Building for work.

A thousand cultivators at the Earth Immortal realm were enough to overturn the Great Sui before them, which had not yet revealed any greater and more formidable battle prowess.

One could only hear the innkeeper wailing while clutching his head to no avail. Before long, he was beaten black and blue, his face covered in blood, looking utterly miserable.

To ensure London was foolproof, Churchill had no choice but to order the abandonment of some coastal positions in Dover, withdrawing 700 of Dover's total 900 tanks to be deployed in the immediate suburbs south of London, where they stood in a standoff with the French and Italian infantrymen who had lost naval gunfire support and were unable to advance.

Suddenly, a gale-force wind swept toward the bearded man, giving him no time to dodge. His body was sent flying directly and he plunged into the puddle of mud.

Had it been any other official, Gongsun Yu would not have been affected by it. But when such an aura appeared on her face, he could not remain unmoved. It was very simple: beauty is a power.

Receiving her injection, she lay fast asleep with eyes closed and in a haze, yet the palm of her right hand—which had not received an injection—was tightly clenched, as if gripping something unknown. The man did not know that it was a delicately polished bullet casing from the pocket of his shirt.

Truly out of the ordinary; did such a question require prior thought? Could it be that he even needed to weigh his words?

Changmen sat cross-legged on a rush mat, circulating his inner energy to cultivate. He could feel that the meridians throughout his body were unobstructed and his mind was refreshed. With each and every breath he drew, his entire body felt exceptionally comfortable.