The Demon King’s Affection: She Moved His Heart (4)

Yin Hun casually grasped both of her hands with one hand and gently pulled her into his embrace. Hua Mi threw herself onto him.

The man’s body emanated a dense, chilling aura, cold and lifeless.

Yin Hun pinched her chin and bent down to whisper, “You’re quite bold. Seems you’re not afraid anymore?”

“I’m definitely afraid,” Hua Mi quickly replied, sensing that if she didn’t say so, he might come up with other mischievous plans.

“Didn’t expect that,” Yin Hun murmured.

The scene abruptly shifted to a police arrest, though such public news footage rarely showed too much of these moments.

Lin Yan shook his head with a relaxed smile. “It doesn’t matter. In my view, the Red Maple Alliance is insignificant. Within a few months, it’s bound to collapse, and then Lei Ying’s power will have no foundation.” Lin Yan spoke with great certainty, making the Mad King somewhat skeptical. He quickly asked why.

After all, this was about a lifetime ahead. She didn’t want her son, who was so imposing outside, to be a ‘henpecked husband’ in front of his wife.

The youth shouted loudly again, and scissors flying from all directions were sucked into the gourd’s mouth. Bathed in golden light, they instantly transformed into a beam of energy that entered the gourd’s interior.

“Who are you? How can you be so close to He Chuan?” Before Zhou Xiaoling could speak, Zhao Yaya rushed over and pointed at Zhou Xiaoling, shouting.

Zheng Huiwen cursed silently for the first time in her heart. She had never encountered such a shameless man.

“Oh, I just remembered,” Director Qian tapped his head and clicked his tongue, “I almost forgot something important—bring me a few bags of ‘flower soil.’” He said this casually to me.

When the dark orb struck Horio, his aura vanished into thin air. The thought that Anming had just entertained was immediately dispelled. If it were really that easy, Dongfang Xiao wouldn’t have treated it as his trump card.

Dongfang Xiao was quite pleased; his task was merely to escort these children. Handling these families’ affairs was really the church’s responsibility. He had done more than enough.

Seventy-five silver veins wrapped around Chu Chen’s wrist like a silver bracelet under the blazing sun, radiating a ruthless pressure that seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.

The ranged weapons on the war chariots were primarily bows or crossbows, operated by archers who fired from a distance during the chariot’s charge.

Bai Sen looked at the dragon corpse before him, half burned away. It was a premium material—precious dragon wings, excellent for crafting gear, or at the very least feeding to the devourer to boost its strength. But now, it was gone.

At the island’s edge, a crimson spiritual energy shield blocked the spreading waves of demonic aura. Frowning, he muttered softly.

He furrowed his brow, moved his body like a streak of light close to the forest floor, rushing out at lightning speed. Yet to his surprise, even after hundreds of miles, he hadn’t left the forest.

Lili heard that the wretched ghost was taking them to the cemetery outside the city. Terrified, she shook her head frantically, then immediately knelt at the ghost’s feet, repeatedly kowtowing. The others quickly climbed out of bed and knelt as well, bowing their heads again and again, praying for the ghost’s mercy.

With the system’s step-by-step guidance, Li Mingshan successfully created his first puppet without any mishaps. He worked with a feverish focus, swift yet steady, until it was complete. Only then did he suddenly realize the puppet was finished.

Sun Kuang led his men to reinforce Zhou Tai and Jiang Qin. Outnumbered, Han Wei and the others fell behind. Seeing the grim situation, Gan Ning quickly gathered the elite soldiers around Han Wei for protection.