34 Chapter Thirty-Four

The sunlight was brilliant and dazzling, casting sharp highlights on the youth’s fluid muscular curves and the unhealed scars from the previous tournament, which pierced the eyes like the glint of a blade.

"Where are we going now?" Qin Jinyu asked, feeling dizzy as she was pulled along by Su Heng and seated in a carriage. It was only when the carriage began to move that she finally snapped out of her daze and addressed him.

Su Wushuang fed him bit by bit, watching Gu Xihuan’s smiling face and the triumphant look in his eyes as she opened her mouth to chew and swallow slowly.

The two exchanged a glance, both stunned and amused, yet they still proceeded to discuss the intimate scenes with utmost seriousness.

"I didn't expect you to be good at archery! Your form is quite standard, hmm." Taking advantage of the moment Elder Bei turned away to busy himself, Wu Tong pulled Nanna into a corner hidden from Heru’s sight and spoke with a feigned air of indifference. Although she had already guessed Nanna’s intentions, she could not resist testing her.

Deep in the night, Yu Ge had been waiting for a call from Ye Qianchong. When it never came, she assumed everything was fine and settled into sleep, feeling at ease.

Xi Che raised an eyebrow slightly. He had been dealing with Lan Feiya for quite some time and had often seen her professional composure in the workplace.

While she went into the room to wash the dishes, she insincerely told Chen Dingxiang that she would consider it carefully and asked her not to worry.

Having seen her ID card and knowing she was from California, she asked her how the fruit here compared to that of California.

Fortunately, Su Tu was lucky. The most important part of his plan had been successfully completed, and the heavy burden in his heart finally settled. Even if problems arose elsewhere, they would not erase his achievements.

His arms trembled faintly, and his entire body was charred black; he felt that he was truly going to fall here this time.

Those who knew of the Academy Conflict thought Chu Ge was being whimsical, while those who didn't were enlightened by the explanations of those around them, leaving the entire venue in a chaotic uproar.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Hu arrived before him, panting heavily. Judging by his state, he had run all the way here.

"Enough! When is this? How can you still have the heart to bicker over such things! What we should be focusing on is how to uncover this girl’s lies! Don't let that Third Prince get in the way of the First Prince!" Min Xianglin glared at the two of them.

Chu Ge ignored Wu Mingyu, who was explaining things to the two men nearby. His expression was a bit strange; before Morpheus left, he had asked Chu Ge to help look after the burly man who had been the last to fall.

A brilliant sword aura surged through, blasting a hundred meters into the wall behind. The Ghost Ancestor lowered his head, staring blankly at the blood-filled hole in his chest.

She watched as her palms continuously transformed in the air, her fingers moving like living creatures, appearing strangely alluring.

Xiao Se grew suspicious after hearing Zhen Tian’s words, but then his eyes brightened, and he looked at Zhen Tian, speaking slowly.

After getting dressed, Bai He prepared to wash up and eat, but when he walked into the living room, he found that Aunt Qin hadn't made breakfast today.

Lu Song had just been speaking casually, never imagining that Wang Hu would turn and run. He would rather sacrifice himself for his boss; there was no suspense in that.

Originally, when Zhao Ming’s people received the call from Ji Huainan in Shen City, they thought it was about Ji Zhenzhen being abducted, but upon further investigation, they realized it was more than that.

But today was different; she felt she had obtained what she wanted. She might not know about the future, but at least for now, she no longer felt troubled.

As Ruan Wei’s identity was exposed, Gu Yanqin, in order to clear his name, not only remained still but was also quietly maneuvering another matter.

She thought of Uncle Xing Shan of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, who practiced the art of divining the celestial path and observing the shifting clouds; he had once said that the winner of this poetry competition would be the savior of the world. Perhaps he could save her.

"Elder Shi, that is incorrect. Where in my work is there any crudeness?" Xu Qi'an knew Shi Yueshu understood why he had written it that way, yet he asked him this deliberately.

He turned to look at his parents, only to see their helpless expressions; it was clear that the arrival of this family made them feel extremely troubled.

Even the current top scholar or his father could not write a good poem in such a short time. And Chu Tiannan had just declared he would write a masterpiece, which only increased the difficulty.

In stark contrast was Wan Tianjian, who stood opposite. Wan Tianjian could release as much power as he possessed and could also unleash additional strength through the magical artifacts in his hands.

As the burning sensation intensified, Ouyang Ziyuan’s brows furrowed, and a look of pain appeared on her face, but her breathing finally began to stabilize.

Rather, it was that the original owner and Meng Jue really should have a proper talk and make a clean break, so as not to remain entangled later.

At the center of the Far North, the seven-colored aurora swirled—the Northern Pole Meta-Magnetic Divine Light. It was beautiful yet terrifying, existing outside the Five Elements and the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth. It suppressed most supernatural abilities in the world. Mysterious and profound, it could not be cultivated by those without a special physique, exceptional talent, or those not situated in the Far North.

"You should know that with the enhancement of this thick fog, my strength has reached nearly ten times its original level," the Vampire Demon said haughtily.

Furthermore, there was the Saiyan race, a cosmic warrior tribe capable of breaking through the atmosphere single-handedly and shattering stars with a punch.

The surface of the coffin was carved with flowers, birds, and beasts, full of ancient charm, exuding an incomparably desolate aura.

"Wolfish ambition? Then what do you think Fuchenzi is? Is he also a wolf of ambition?" the Black Lotus Emperor asked with a playful tone.

Zhuangzi did not want to go to the State of Chu to serve as an official because he did not want to waste his time in the Chu imperial court.

Shun’s expression was also very poor. Watching the things he needed disappear right before his eyes—no one would be in a good mood after that.

At the same time, flowers fell from the sky, and lotuses sprang from the ground. The dreamlike spectacle of the Heavenly Kingdom presented itself before Wen Yuan. In the distance, a golden Buddha that touched the sky sat majestically, revealing a smile filled with deep meaning.

Because the Fat Immortal's body was bloated, his defense was a hundred points higher than his attack, and it continued to rise.

As time passed, evening quietly arrived. Part of the sky began to be dyed red by the sunset, and every passerby walking in the afterglow wore a smile.

At this moment, her icy features were soaked with droplets of water, seemingly overflowing from her eyes, but with snow flying across the sky, who could tell if it was tears or melting water?

After landing at the Shanghai International Airport, Luo Nan walked out with Lin Ziya, somewhat surprised to find that someone was actually there to pick them up.

After the performance, the two fathers also played several pieces based on the places they had visited.

Yun Yi hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to hold Long Fei’s palm, and together they stepped into Zhaoyue Pavilion.