Chapter Forty-Five: The First World Ends—A Perfect Wedding

They were clearly two people with fine looks and excellent bearing, yet they had somehow dressed themselves like this.

Ji Han felt a dull ache in his temples, and a heaviness in his chest.

“Why should we change? Isn’t this outfit great?” Su Zhihan thought he looked rather handsome dressed this way.

Song Yu said, “Maybe he’s afraid we’ll steal his thunder. Come on, change. The groom is the most important person today.”

Su Zhihan sighed, thinking Ji Han was truly petty.

And so, this wedding—

While the battle here raged like wildfire, the two warships being pursued near Dinghai were in a far from favorable predicament.

Since rising to become the emperor’s favored courtier, she was occasionally summoned to the palace, and naturally, she would sometimes see Gu Yanzhao. Just moments ago, she had seen him in the Imperial Garden. His gaze had traveled across the great distance to settle upon her, and those eyes, bright as starlight, were filled with tenderness and affection.

If the System knew that she had flirted with the film emperor only a moment ago, then turned around and sweet-talked Mr. Shen without the slightest hesitation, it would probably be furious enough to suffer a heart attack. Look at that—that was what a true femme fatale was. What did their so-called “Most Beloved” systems amount to?

Xie Mao could make puppets, but he could not turn living people into puppets. What Ninth Young Master needed most at present was a doctor.

As it turned out, the leaders of Tokyo’s gangs had originally been elected by a board of directors, much like the head of a business conglomerate. Over the past two generations, however, the position had been monopolized by a family called Watanabe. Old Watanabe had first been elected supreme leader, after which he abolished the electoral system and forcibly handed the position to his son—the short-lived wretch who was killed by the Duel General.

With that detached attitude of his, the eldest daughter of the Lu family sometimes found him rather eerie. He resembled a wandering ghost.

Zhao Zixian was torn. After pondering for a long while, he let his eyes linger on the back of the busy stewardess for several minutes before saying mildly, “Since you want to know, I’ll tell you. To be honest, Wang Luodan has acknowledged me as her godbrother. As for what may develop in the future, that’s beyond my control.”

—The physical body Yi Feishi had lost in the explosion had never been his true body to begin with. It had belonged to the body of “Shi Yifei” from the New Ancient Era.

During the brutal Second World War, Britain suffered a certain amount of damage as well, but certainly nowhere near as much as Germany or Japan. Yet the latter two rose from the brink of death, established themselves on their native soil, and vigorously opened up world trade. They had now become the world’s second- and fourth-largest economies.

Someone even told Yan Mo that Jun Li had once been human—a demonic Taoist who specialized in refining living people into corpses. In the end, he had succeeded, refining himself into a powerful zombie, impervious to all weapons and immortal forever.

A sea-blue warship cleaved straight through a mountain-like wave, then burst out from the dense fog.

The insect race’s soldiers could roughly be divided into three major classes. The lowest were worker insects. They were enormous in number and possessed extremely low intelligence. Above them were the Prostrating Insect Warriors, the backbone of the insect race. Above them all were the Insect Spirits—the soldiers of the insect race who possessed extraordinarily high intelligence.

With that, Tang Lou leaped into the air. A trail like a drawn sword stretched out behind him as he spread the fingers of both hands and clawed toward Xing Wuchang’s face.

“Commander Qin, what is going on? When you have something to say, speak up!”

The helmsman of the Xie family suddenly regained his composure. The fury in his heart was completely frozen by the icy chill.

Within the Interlocking Fortress, everyone was thrown into a frenzy. Many soldiers braved the constantly falling stones, carrying bundle after bundle of crossbow bolts up onto the outer city wall.

Moreover, if they could find a passage linking Earth and this world, then after returning to Earth, they might even be able to establish a logistical base here. And if the disaster on Earth could not be stopped, they could still relocate the population to this world.

The man with his back to him said nothing. His head drooped abruptly, and he raised his right hand to point toward his own right.

Xue Gao and the others walked for roughly half a day before stopping as well. It was not that they had escaped the danger; they genuinely needed to rest.