Descendants of the Xu Family

Bai Zongnan was momentarily stunned as he gazed at the peerless beauty before him—a woman in a flowing white dress, radiant and breathtaking, with an air of heroism between her brows. Was she truly to be his future wife? He remembered seeing this unrivaled beauty countless times in his dreams, imagining what it would be like to spend an intimate night with such a stunning woman, but that had always belonged to the realm of fantasy.

Yet today, she stood before him, real and tangible, just as she appeared in waking life.

"Good day, sir. My name is Xu Mi."

As Bai Jiujio entered, Yu Chi Mingyue fell to her knees with a thud, the sound so jarring that even Bai Jiujio felt an ache in her bones.

Lu Tianyu assumed a defensive stance while Huang Xuan stared at him as if he were already dead. This was Huang Xuan's most powerful strike, unleashed through the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Diagram. Even with Lu Tianyu’s cultivation at its peak, this blow would surely wound him.

It seemed, from the events of today, that Bai Jiujio had long since sensed something amiss. That was why she kept hinting for him to leave Bai Shuai and choose someone else, even bringing Ouyang Ziyi before her.

"Who are you? What right do you have to order me around on my own turf? I suspect you're in league with the underground resistance." In the darkness, Yese pulled a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match, and took a slow drag.

"Son, your three aunts have long said they want to see you when you return. Wait a little longer; I’ve already sent word to let them know," Lin’s father said, stroking his goatee and shaking his head.

In recent years, Emperor Longqing no longer needed to feign favoritism toward Empress Lu. Yet on the anniversary of her death, he would always visit her former palace chamber and stand before her portrait in silent remembrance.

"Liuyu, you must be mistaken. Out of all of us, your perception is the weakest. How could it be that none of us sensed anything, yet you claim you did?" The wood spirit named Yaoye beside him spoke with impatience.

"You're the pig! Your whole family are pigs, hmph!" Xu Nuo’er shot back, eyes closed, half-asleep and without a second thought.

If her other half returned, both pieces would be in her possession. She was certain that if Zheng Maoran’s half vanished, Zheng Maoran would lose his mind. Who knows what he'd do—one madman like Wang Han was more than enough.

He had already been on leave for several days. Any longer, and Jiao Junmou might return from Nanjing. If their plan was approved by Boss Dai, all future arrangements would be out of his hands.

Indeed, if Qin Long were armed, there was no way he would have been injured. Xu Jun deeply regretted that he currently lacked the license to carry a firearm.

As Tina’s friend, baby-5 had earned the right to reside at Navy Headquarters for an extended period, though the paperwork was quite complex and only completed after night had fully fallen.

"Alright, next time I’ll draw it for you myself." With that, Yang Liuer hurriedly ran outside, only to collide headlong into Yin Zhongjie’s arms.

"We don’t need you here. I don’t represent the new recruits at headquarters, and he doesn’t represent the branch’s recruits. We speak only for ourselves. Victory or defeat belongs to us alone, and has nothing to do with anyone or anything else!" Qian Jie coldly cut off the instructor.

The time he left them was meant for them to reach a conclusion. Otherwise, there would be no point in giving them this period to debate. Smith hoped they would argue further; if they simply went along with Annie’s wishes without resistance, it was the last thing he wanted to see.

Similarly, since Li Erzhu was a butcher, he naturally exuded a murderous aura. It was no surprise that someone like him could withstand the sinister energy within.

After a while, Ling Ziyao spoke again. "It’s better to have some means of self-defense than none at all. Even if I marry you, you can’t be by my side every hour of every day," she said.

Seeing Wuchen’s furious expression, a brilliant smile played on Veronica’s exquisite face. After so long, she had finally managed to hold her head high.