The Ghost King Weeps for His Delicate Darling (13)

A shadow fell from above, completely enveloping her body. Before Hua Mi could even look up, the person had already crouched down. A familiar, icy aura approached her, and she knew at once who had arrived.

"Wuwuwu, Yin Hun, I'm dirty," Hua Mi sobbed uncontrollably, tears falling in heavy drops. Yin Hun grabbed her wrist to take a look, his thumb brushing over the unsightly red mark on her skin. He frowned, evidently…

Wen Yukou’s gaze swept across the pristine ground ahead; she could still smell a faint trace of blood in the air, lingering and refusing to dissipate.

"Why go on so much? Are you implying that I haven't taken good care of you?" Qing Xian'er planted her hands on her hips, glaring with her adorable large eyes as if she were angry. Of course, she was only joking; after all, she had spent quite some time with Mu Yi and grown comfortable enough with him to occasionally tease him.

As for why I was knocked down, my explanation is that those cookies didn't do a thing. To Fang Zhenjiang—that is, Wu Song—those punches and kicks were no more than a mosquito bite.

"Here, Sister Yanran, would you mind telling that lecher over there to wipe the drool off his face? It’s absolutely disgusting." After handing the ring to her, I glanced at Ouyang Jue, who still wore a dazed, lustful expression, and spoke to Yanran.

How have I treated Er Sha? I’d lecture him like a servant over a few dollars for batteries. And you say he’s a fool? A fool is more straightforward; if I want him to risk his life for me, I might as well give up now.

Having said this, in the dim light, Murong Tianguang whipped out his nine-section lash, aiming straight for Lin Yu’s left eye.

The Black-Clad Group had already slunk away, so the Mixed Group stayed on stage to dance with Du Xing. The young people below, naturally unable to contain their restlessness, jumped up to join in.

Suddenly noticing the several bruises on Hariyama’s face, Brawly seemed to realize something.

"What right do you have to criticize me? You are nothing but a Pokémon. You’ve been caught by me, and you must obey my orders!" Shinji shouted sternly at Slowking.

After speaking to Yan Wu, Di Jun bowed to the Holy Mother Jin Chi and said, "Farewell!" With that, Di Jun vanished from the Kunlun Profound Palace in the blink of an eye.

Consequently, my movements grew increasingly intense. Memories surged into my mind like a tidal wave, and combined with my previous experience refining the Kusanagi Sword, my actions became more fluid and effortless, as if everything were falling naturally into place.

In particular, the footsteps of the Sanctuary warriors echoed near and far, forcing the group to remain vigilant and ready for the impending battle.

On New Year's Eve, the family sat together for dinner and watched the Spring Festival Gala; that kind of life felt quite nice. After the New Year, I found a job at a repair shop, and Mao Mao did not return to the mountain.

The Black and White Impermanence had failed to reap her soul. If Su Li had merely become a vengeful spirit, they would have been unable to handle her; it seemed her soul had encountered a problem that Fan and Xie could not deal with, which was the real reason they sought the help of the immortal sect disciples.

"You must be the heroes of the Imperial Mercenary Corps. I am Yang Zheng, the steward of the Yang estate." The person in charge of receiving them was an elderly man around fifty.

They naturally knew the rule that fellow disciples must not kill one another—it was an ironclad law that could not be broken. Yet, despite knowing this, they still worried that Kong Xingyao would commit murder.

Chen Lian shifted his body backward and fixed his eyes on the shelf. Looking at the patterns alone, it was carved with flowers, birds, insects, and fish; in truth, there was nothing special about it.

There was naturally no other parasite inside Tian Zhuxian’s body, but under the influence of the original virus, her regenerative abilities were quite formidable, roughly equivalent to one-third of Tang Yun’s. Coupled with her exceptionally strong professional skills, Tian Zhuxian’s survival capability far exceeded that of an ordinary person.