Chapter 192: Qiu Shuxia remarries, Chen Jianpeng marries again

Be that as it may, while Qiu Shuxia was pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, she suddenly thought of Chen Jianpeng.

If only she hadn't acted on impulse and divorced him back then!

Had she not divorced him, she would have been a daughter married into another family. Even if her father and the others were sent down to the countryside, she wouldn't have been implicated. At most, she would have been dismissed from her work unit, but she wouldn't have had to follow them to the countryside to suffer.

Thinking of this, Qiu Shuxia's eyes lit up. Wasn't this the best way out?

Anyway, Chen Jianpeng wasn't married yet. Taking advantage of the fact that her father's review results hadn't come out yet, if she...

First, they walked through a spacious corridor where an oil lantern was placed. Further in was a very bright grand hall. Why was it so bright? Because hundreds of candles were burning here, furnished with the finest top-tier furniture, resplendent in gold and jade.

Lin Qingxuan immediately hid inside the cave and continued digging until he expanded the interior into a spacious hall, only then stopping.

Under Guo Zhuocheng's instructions, through Sun Xue's efforts, aided by Princess Madeleine and the Bruce family, and backed by Guo Zhuocheng's massive capital investments, Guo Zhuocheng had already established his own intelligence network across the globe.

Regarding the changes in his divine kingdom world, Zhulong had many misunderstandings. After all, too many things had happened previously, leaving him no time to comprehend them. He had not yet fully mastered this realm himself, and thus he had no wish to let Gonggong and the others take risks. That was why he issued such a warning to put them on high alert.

In other words, the Hashemite family was fighting a holy war to defend the most sacred city of Islam! Furthermore, they possessed such legitimacy, for Mecca was originally the hereditary fiefdom of the Hashemites, who were direct descendants of the Prophet.

His direct attack was swift and fierce. Wu Zhuocheng would naturally concentrate all his efforts at this moment in an attempt to stem the opponent's assault.

Given Ming Qingjing's temperament, for her to utter those words meant that her love for Di Chongxiao in the depths of her heart already outweighed everything else.

The strong are supreme and the fittest survive; from this moment on, the entire primordial world would face the trials of the law of the jungle, and no one could be an exception. Such an outcome was something none of the people present had ever anticipated, yet not a single one of them was willing to quit. This was because the tribulation was also an opportunity—a supreme chance for them to advance further.

Within the mother of tribulations, time could not be accurately calculated. Roughly six or seven tidal waves of tribulation had swept past the ice pathway where the landmass lay. Ying Wangdong's madness flared up anew. It would have been one thing if he were alone, as he would merely be battering the landmass and the ice wall. However, with Zhu Hongyu by his side at this moment, and her primordial spirit fire awakened, the frenzy in his heart drove him, out of the conflicting nature of ice and fire, to lock onto her in a fight to the death.

However, Feng Yuntian clearly still looked down upon this cowardly, tender-aged bastard of a prince. He turned his head and cast an even icier, more sinister glare at Xiao Feng, his gaze seemingly carrying a trace of chilling murderous intent.

Jiang Yuan, however, was quite patient. "Of course the dead cannot be resurrected unless one has Lord Laozi's Reversal Pill." Jiang Yuan explained using the skills he had honed from writing plays.

To some nations on the verge of being conquered, Zhao Yi was the equivalent of a demon. Of course, this was merely a rumor fabricated by royal aristocrats who were unwilling to see their power slip away.

In just this brief moment within the beast arena, the lion had already torn the wild deer's carcass into several large chunks.

Up close, these people looked deathly pale with vacant eyes, appearing as though they had crawled out of tombs. They surrounded our vehicles but took no further action. If not for the eerie atmosphere of the deep night, I would have thought they were here to welcome us.

"Grandpa Long has use for them. Next time we fight, leave all those souls intact." Having said that, the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon swallowed three immortal cores in one gulp, making a gurgling sound as they slid down its throat. It then walked over to the old man's corpse, thrust its hand directly into his abdomen, searched briefly, and retrieved yet another immortal core.

Roar, roar—those dozen or so members of the Heavenly Demon Sect seemed completely unfazed, gripping their weapons as they charged straight toward Wu Chen.