Chapter 61

As for Qi Zhenbai, although he was a normal person to some extent, protected by the purple aura emanating from him, his expression remained the calmest of all.

Chi Shuyan wore a stiff and indescribable expression, completely at a loss for how to respond. Finding herself utterly unable to continue this topic, she hurriedly changed the subject. Fortunately, Qi Zhenbai walked over not long after.

Taking advantage of the moment the man was on the phone, Chi Shuyan told him about her purchase of the haunted house, casually mentioning that he no longer needed to ask Managing Director Zhu to keep looking for properties on her behalf.

On the bed, Yang Feiyu's expression twisted in agonizing struggle, looking almost ferocious, resembling an evil ghost writhing on the mattress as he emitted a series of increasingly high-pitched and piercing screams.

Zhao Hao and his contingent rushed to the front of the eastern gate army. With a single swing of the battle halberd in Zhao Hao's hand, tens of thousands of soldiers immediately let out a heaven-shaking battle cry, as catapults and scaling ladders were deployed one after another.

Initially, it only happened in the dead of night. Later on, even in broad daylight amidst bustling streets, wherever An Fuming's figure appeared, assassination attempts inevitably followed.

Watching the two figures disappear, he finally turned to leave. Yet, upon regaining his focus, he discovered that his hand was still frozen in the gesture he had prepared to caress Lin Qingyue's brow. He exerted force, trying to lower it down, but for some strange reason, no matter what he did, he could not force it down.

The boss smelled so good, and her skin was so smooth, tender, and fair that he just wanted to take a bite. Fortunately, the boss untied the cloth strip for him shortly after tying him up, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to touch such smooth skin.

"Alright, hurry home and change your clothes before you catch a cold!" Zhong Xiwang helped her to her feet.

This kind of regret had turned into a fixation deep within his heart. Every time he was driven to the brink of collapse while being hunted by that ghostly entity, the regret returned, growing stronger each time. With every recurrence, his desire for time to reverse grew more intense.

Yet the only thing that surprised her was that when she had previously assumed General Kang actually loved her, she should have been overjoyed and ecstatic.

"What will be, will be. Liyuan is leading troops to wipe out the Northern Di anyway; once he fights his way here, you'll be able to see him!" Situ Ye shrugged and said.

Furthermore, both battle qi and magic were severely affected by the heavy seawater. Their attack speeds slowed down first, and then their power was filtered by the heavy seawater, reducing their offensive force by at least half by the time they struck the black-tailed guards.

However, the person he had taken a fancy to turned out to be Qiugui, which Mrs. Liu Senior found somewhat hard to accept. Why of all people did it have to be her?

Tang Li guessed what Jiang Yining was up to—nothing more than asking her to help get her out of her contract. Since she couldn't help, there was no need to take this phone call.

The income was indeed impressive, and Ji Nuan's figure appeared in domestic financial news time and time again.

For some reason, whenever unspeakable scenarios crossed her mind, a series of vivid images would automatically flash through her head: in the dark night, the man's taut, narrow waist, his raspy breathing, sweat dripping down as his scorching body pressed over hers, moving in a wild and tumultuous rhythm.

Had she really gotten drunk, grabbed Li Nuanheng, and forced him to accompany her on the slide and seesaw at a children's playground?

Feeling Wen Chu's dark head lean in close, terrified that he might pull off some inappropriate stunt yet again, her body instantly stiffened. Seeing that he was merely narrowing his eyes to sleep, she finally let out a sigh of relief and stopped speaking.

During the medicine-feeding process, Ah K woke up with a hazy gaze. Feng Ling cajoled and comforted him until he finally swallowed all the medicine. When only a tiny bit was left that he simply couldn't eat anymore, she held the medicine bowl in one hand while grabbing a towel with the other to wipe his mouth.

Under her maternal grandmother's nagging, Su Wuyang requested two amulets—keeping one for herself and handing the other to Qin Fangbai.

This was something he had agreed upon with Beibei the very night Mommy came back; it wasn't just a verbal agreement, but a contract signed in black and white. Moreover, Beibei had used the pretext of a teacher checking homework to trick Baobei into signing the hidden contract tucked inside the workbook.

"If you walk out that door, don't ever come back!" Hu Lin pointed at the office door, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Because of this, he had never doubted whether Chu Yan'er's feelings for him were genuine. After all, having never tasted so-called romantic love before, his previous perspective was merely a one-sided notion mixed with sympathy, responsibility, and expected docility.

Finally, three days later, under Ning Qilan's direction, Su Yingmei completed this glorious and immensely arduous task.

Just as the Daewongun agreed to leave with the Qing army, Russia and Japan began scrambling for territory in Korea. At the same time, the Russian Tsar began dispatching troops from the mainland once again, transporting them through the railway connecting domestic Russia to Busan Port in Korea.

Leng Mochen's brow suddenly twitched as he stared at me in silence, unsure whether he was left speechless, unwilling to speak, or simply startled by my appearance.

This cliff was extremely high, likely several hundred zhang tall, with a shallow water area directly below. As I walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down, I indeed spotted a cruise ship anchored at the base—the very same one I had boarded during the day.

Having spent this much time together, Fang Cheng understood that Su Yingmei was a good person, yet this good person constantly suffered bullying from Lü Haotian. Just as Lü Haotian had finally intended to take her out for a meal, such an unexpected accident had to occur.

Su Wuyang felt a slight churn of discomfort and forced her own mind to stop wandering. Then she heard Qin Fangbai's phone ring. Glancing at the caller ID on the screen, he didn't answer immediately; instead, he looked at her before walking aside to take the call.

Only, they were unaware that from the moment Luo Yaozu pulled out that protective talisman, they had already been marked by something ominous.

Master Tan walked step by step toward Lu Changsheng, slowly drawing the broad saber at his waist with a grim, sinister smile plastered across his face.

As soon as Yun Shang stepped inside, he drained the wine from his flask in one gulp. When he finished drinking, no one had hurried over to refill his cup, nor had the meat been served yet. Unable to contain himself, he slammed his palm on the table and shouted.

He then severed the wolf demon's head, cradled it in his arms, and pounded the rest of the wolf demon's body into a mush of flesh.

Their departure from Shuiyue Cave Heaven this time served a dual purpose: on one hand, to seek a method to lift the seal on Shuiyue Cave Heaven; on the other, to find Tong Xin, who had gone missing at the Imperial Sword Manor.

The "Language of the Gods" required the caster to alter up to nine vocal tones and four rhythms within a mere single second. Only by mastering this extraordinary "linguistic capability" could a caster successfully cast various spells according to incantations within just a few seconds.