Fierce Alpha Makes the Delicate Darling Cry (7)

Feng E was licking the back of Hua Mi's neck, making her gradually feel an increasing heat spreading throughout her body.

Anxiously, she clutched the fabric across his chest, shifted slightly, and raising her head, she whispered into his ear, "Why do you keep licking me? What should I do next?"

Feng E nibbled gently twice on the spot where her gland was located, yet left not the faintest trace of teeth marks.

Releasing her, his gaze turned somewhat complex.

All that remained for her to do was to be marked by him, but—

Just yesterday, a gelatinous cloud mass roughly ten meters in diameter suddenly plummeted from the heavens, terrifying everyone.

Gu Yu detailed the concept of the fantasy world's reboot to Ella, completely unconcerned with whether she could accept it or not.

With eyes brimming with watery tears and a face radiating sweet smiles, Song Jia felt her heartstrings heavily struck by the simple declaration, "I missed you," after days of lingering anxiety.

A fleet of snow-shuttle boats roared through the air at an altitude of fifteen meters above the ground. Unlike other districts, Tiandong District was predominantly composed of deep ice layers, meaning long-distance travel relied primarily on snow-shuttle boats rather than long-shuttle trains.

"My lord, since that is the case, there is nothing to worry about. With our strength, if they choose not to appear, so be it; the moment they do, we can annihilate them entirely," said a Dark Angel nearby, laughing after hearing Galifi's analysis.

Precisely for this reason, the sect experts stationed at the mine had to prioritize rescuing the dozens of miners trapped inside the mine shafts the very moment the fiend tide erupted, incidentally saving the manual laborers as well.

Deep within the magma beneath the Japanese archipelago, Ji Ming opened his eyes, coldly spat out two words, "Audacious!", and closed them once again.

Staring intently at the dazzlingly radiant monster core in his palm, Wei Changfeng drew a long, deep breath, his eyes revealing an expression of unshakeable determination.

Many people noticed that Hans's swordsmanship possessed a terrifying quality: he never relied on height, arm span, or the length of the blade to execute sweeping, open-and-shut slashes. Instead, virtually all of his techniques revolved around vicious, underhanded moves targeting vital points.

This was the unique sonic boom belonging to air-based techniques! His mind exploded with a buzzing roar as he suddenly realized that the cliffs on both sides of the valley were densely populated with countless dark shadows! The ceaseless, piercing sonic booms were being emitted precisely by these shadows.

With a resounding crash and violent air currents churning, the atmosphere was riddled with holes by the unleashed punch force, taking quite a while to return to its original state. A trail of deep footprints was left gouged into the ground. Following the collision of the two forces, Yuan Hong was sent stumbling more than ten paces backward, his attire entirely shredded by the raging turbulence, revealing his robust and muscular upper body.

"Heh heh, since it's a secret base, we naturally have to be a bit more cautious, right? No worries, we know what we must do," Yang Cheng said, stepping forward as he tied a black cloth blindfold over his eyes.

Yun Xian pondered to himself. His venture out this time was secondarily for avenging his family; his primary objective was to broaden his horizons and secure at least a basic standard of living for the common people of Haoyue.

As for their General Lü, however, he faced the situation with effortless calm. Just as he vaulted his horse over their heads and the Red Hare's four hooves were about to touch the ground, he executed a swift twist of his torso and vaulted right back into the saddle.

"Swish, swish... rustle, rustle..." Suddenly, a chaotic flurry of footsteps, accompanied by the muffled clatter of chaotic collisions, echoed from deep within the tall bushes, shattering the serenity of the night.

This was, after all, the overlord of the Qinghe Domain. Four clans dominated this vast territory, ruling over an expanse of countless thousands of li, with a heritage stretching back several millennia. Even the formidable grand demon kings dwelling in the depths of the boundless wilderness held them in awe. Yet, having festered for a thousand years, they watched generations of experts age and wither, dying without ever daring to set foot there.

"Big brother, how do you think Xiayang is doing right now? Could he be in danger?" Li Batian asked discontentedly, casting a gloomy glance at the surrounding dark clouds.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of several students shifted abruptly; evidently, they had all uttered things they shouldn't have in the past.