Chapter 50
This was of no help whatsoever to Blade, which already stood at the pinnacle of the Yanhuang underworld.
Only You Ling felt somewhat puzzled as to why the two of them happened to appear near the Alabaster waters.
A bar was hardly a safe place to begin with, and incidents like the one Zhang Ya encountered happened there every single day. Even if Zhou Long had witnessed it, he wouldn't have cared in the least.
He also felt that sleeping alongside a freshwater fish like this—though the freshwater fish didn't understand human rules and minded nothing—still left a rather awkward knot in his heart.
"It is getting late, Ye Beiming, may I rest here with you?" Ye Wanruo asked, looking at Ye Beiming.
Kiana stood up and took a deep breath, pulling the triggers of the dual pistols in her hands. The two firearms erupted with a surging torrent, shooting toward Mu Qingfeng at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.
Sheng Cheng turned his head to look over, one corner of his mouth curving upward. Although it was meant to be a smile, for some reason, Jiang Qiao found his expression rather sinister.
When her phone call went unanswered and her knocks met with no response, she decided to try pulling the door handle.
Having watched with her own eyes as Wanruo was taken away, Jun Qi tightened his fists slightly and left with a dark expression.
Constructing illusions, turning the ethereal into the real, influencing the world through willpower, and achieving the feat of wish-to-reality—with the Herrscher of Sentience's ability, she had attained the effect of the Herrscher of Reason.
Nine Demons plunged the Gate of Void directly through half of the Ten-Directions Flowing Light Pagoda's body, and the violent void energy instantly invaded the interior of the tower! The sky inside the tower, which had originally begun to brighten with the first light of dawn, was already half-dying into a deep purple due to the intrusion of the void's purple qi.
"Mei'er, are you telling me by this that you are my woman?" The Thirteenth Prince asked in a murmur, holding Mu Ximei tightly and burying his head in the crook of her neck.
Stopping at the entrance of Zhanglian Tea Restaurant, Luo Xi saw that it was still bustling with crowds and doing a thriving business. The hanging stone in her heart finally dropped.
Tens of thousands of people were not easy to support, and the Land of Suppressing Demons offered no grains to consume. What they could eat was mostly the meat of fierce beasts, while the herbs that managed to grow in the Land of Suppressing Demons were invariably poisonous weeds or medicinal plants with fiercely stubborn vitality.
Having said that, Yang Lefan wanted to slap himself a few times across the face. If a handsome man like him could be considered lacking in appearance, would there be any man left in the world daring to step outside?
"Alright then." Shen Chunhua bit her lip. No matter what, they still had to look out for their own safety. Shen Chunhua could only silently apologize to Zhou Chu in her heart.
Li Ning had no intention of bothering with what Fang Tianzheng might be thinking! He had only come here to borrow elixirs, and he had no desire to stir up any extra complications.
"Let's go! Let's go pay our respects to the Empress Dowager!" After thoroughly basking in the sunlight, Leng You instructed Mei Mo.
Before her disappearance, Wuhuan had used sound-transmission magic to tell Xuan Yuantingye to find a way to stall for time until she arrived.
Yet she found it difficult to put her feelings into words, so she simply used her actions to tell Jiang Ming—I do not blame you, nor am I angry with you. I am overjoyed to be with you, never to be separated for all eternity.
Yet now, before her father had even passed away, Prince Eisen could no longer wait, which left her feeling rather chilled.
Upon deeper reflection, Yao Si felt a sudden chill run through her entire body. The Heavenly Blessed Courtyard had originally been under the jurisdiction of the Fourth Elder. She had previously assumed he was unaware of Yuan Han's presence here, but now it seemed not only did he know, he was deeply implicated in it.
On Jessica's desk sat a potted green plant. Xue Chen had no idea what specific species it was, but noticing inadvertently that the soil in the pot looked a bit dry, he picked up a teacup and sprinkled some water over it.
Those who were welcomed to be seated and sipping tea were mostly second-tier forces, whereas the people from the third and fourth-tier factions had almost all attended in person as clan heads. Upon arrival, finding no seats available, they could only stand outside the grand hall and await summons.
Yao Si took the bowl and swallowed it down in one gulp; as expected, Muxuan's culinary skills were still the best. Licking her lips, she set the bowl aside, turned to embrace him once more, and looked up at Muxuan, who had been busier than her these past few days. The more she looked, the warmer her heart grew, bringing an unprecedented sense of peace.
Therefore, he did not dare continue. He feared death—even if it was not true death, the ninety-nine point nine percent realism was impossible to fake. Thus, he stopped, gazing somewhat apprehensively toward Su Yi.
With that, he truly lifted his robes, knelt straight and proper on the ground, and kowtowed heavily several times toward Yun Yang.
The Wind God Sovereign's face turned instantly pale. He knew very well that once those three peak Void Walkers arrived here, it would be virtually impossible for him to "hog" this Primordial Supreme Treasure.
Sword Rain Divine Wang sneered. Despite the deep shock within his heart, Lin Feng—a mere Great Emperor—possessed a battle avatar spanning two to three tens of thousands of light-years, a fact that completely shattered his understanding.
Xue Chen fully enveloped Ning Xuanxuan's hand within his own, feeling as though he were holding a soft, warm lump of mutton-fat jade—smooth and supple, making it impossible to bear letting go once held.
As he spoke, Hu Yiheng appeared exceptionally overbearing, as if within a radius of a hundred miles, he was the supreme king, and everyone had no choice but to obey him obediently.
Consequently, she allowed her body to be scooped up by a pair of large hands, held tightly against a chest, and then carried up into the sky.
Feeling her burning sincerity, the thoroughly frozen heart of Luo Xichen began to gradually revive. Yet when it finally awakened, the only image it held was that of Shang Qi. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming regret, wishing he could freeze his heart over once more. That way, he would feel no pain at all.
To be honest, if an outsider were to look at his current appearance, he would look like an absolute skirt-chaser, bearing not even a shred of agitation.
Although Hitler's outward astonishment regarding the matter ended there, inwardly, his thoughts turned to William III, who was currently exiled by the German government to the private estate of a certain German duke.
Turning his head, Dong Jian looked toward the household guardian deity, which paid him no attention whatsoever. Its long fox claws slowly shortened as it lay flat upon the sacrificial table, enjoying the incense offerings provided by Dong Jian.
Chen Feng indeed wore a look of utter astonishment. Could this Imperial Grand Hotel possibly belong to Zhao Long's family? Judging by the name, it certainly had to be it.
When the third game was lost due to Dai Chuang's blunder, Dai Chuang wore an incredulous expression. Naturally, he couldn't believe that after winning two games, he had actually blown it at the most crucial point of the third. I said nothing further, figuring he must have figured it out by now.
Caught entirely off guard, Shang Qi was momentarily stunned by his question. She thought to herself: Mu Lichen is innocent. If I drag him into this, it will only cost him his job. Besides, there was nothing between us anyway—just a few meals together and some casual daily chats.
Li Changjin wanted to seize Yi Shuihan, only to find the latter's resolve so unyielding and his movements extraordinarily swift.