Chapter 45: The Plan Has Changed

In the dead of night, the bed was a scene of utter disarray as the two lay gently panting, their warm breaths mingling upon each other's faces.

Looking at Lu Hongyu’s expression of secret satisfaction, Ning Lu realized he had once again thoroughly devoured her.

Their conversation had originally begun in a dark corner, but Lu Hongyu had eventually brought her to the bed, and this tumultuous session had lasted for more than two hours.

Utterly exhausted, the two of them lay side by side on the mattress, staring blankly up at the ceiling in silence.

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Staring at Su Mu for a long time, Mo Bai suddenly burst into laughter. It was neither a mocking chuckle nor a cold sneer, but a hearty laugh as if he had just thought of something delightful. This took Su Mu completely by surprise; after all, in all these years, this was the first time she had ever seen Mo Bai laugh with such unrestrained abandon.

Once again, she drew three arrows from the quiver, nocking them against the pitch-black bowstring. Her movements possessed an inexpressible coolness and bravado.

Most of them showed little reaction, save for two individuals who weakly opened their eyes and looked toward Wang Zijia and the others.

Whether in terms of geographical location, future operational command, or military defense arrangements, this place was undoubtedly the most advantageous and effortless choice.

What caught Wang Zijia's attention was that in the alleyway stood a deformed, corrupted sheep-headed humanoid that looked like an incomplete metamorphosis, alongside a corrupted werewolf.

The commentator was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly let out a startled cry, stretching his neck to peer through the window at the pitch. Not only the commentator, but fans across the entire stadium were left somewhat bewildered.

Pragmatism is no bad thing, but if the style of play lacks aesthetic appeal, the team must deliver solid results to shut the critics up; otherwise, iron-fisted spirit and defensive tenacity will simply degenerate into a shameful loss of both the match and their dignity.

Right now, beneath this scorching sensation, Su Mu could feel the beast's blood within her body evaporating and vanishing. The scales covering her skin were growing hotter; as the beast's blood was purged from her body, the heat intensified, accompanied by an increasingly unbearable itching sensation.

Suddenly, he felt that the item in his hand was no longer a treasure, but rather a hot potato. Irritated, he tossed the fruit back into his Qiongyu ring, stretched lazily, and walked back inside.

The two old men were running in circles—three rounds to the left, three rounds to the right—following the two pigs, until both humans and swine were utterly exhausted.

As for the sea, Feng Wuqing could only be considered as the third variable—that unpredictable fellow whose true ultimate form nobody could possibly guess.

The heavens grew thoroughly enraged, rumbling continuously as they unleashed forty-nine consecutive red lightning bolts directly around the bedchamber. All the surrounding houses collapsed entirely.

Before anyone had even time to blink, the charging young man raised his steel sword high, gathering a powerful wave of fire-wolf battle qi. Flashing right in front of Xiao Mengdie, he immediately brought his elevated steel sword down, channeling the mighty battle qi as a fierce fire wolf surged straight toward her.

Black blood pooled upon the stone ground outside the sect, and the air was thick with the stench of carnage. Lei Fengjiao collapsed limply to the ground, her seductive eyes fixed with deadly malice upon Yao Muchen and the others hovering in mid-air, her resentful gaze brimming with hatred.

As if carrying on a casual conversation, the scene was bizarre in the extreme, yet the soldiers and citizens of Shang'an City had long grown accustomed to this spectacle.

If Peng Beibei were to become a martial arts master, wouldn't he bully me every single day from now on? Long Haoran worried deeply about this prospect.

Feng Wuqing still did not move, the pit beneath his feet growing deeper and deeper with every crushing blow of the giant hand.

In all her life, she had only this one sister. Though she hated her, she ultimately had only this one sister.

Yet her body still revealed too much skin, leaving her with no choice for the moment but to let her dark hair cascade loose. Though not as densely thick as Zhang Ruyun's raven locks, it was nonetheless as soft and smooth as drifting clouds. As her nearly five-foot-long hair tumbled down, it immediately managed to conceal the greater part of her body.

Not seeing Ye Tian and Ralph among the group of prisoners, Cagliari knew immediately that with Ye Tian's formidable skills, he must have escaped safely. Could the helicopters roaring through the sky last night be the ones they used to make their escape?