Chapter 37

"Heh! Beautiful Junior Aunt, don't waste your energy. This is a completely sealed space; there's simply no way out," Wang Tian said with a light chuckle, his tone playful.

Jiang Yan and Su Muyun, who were preparing breakfast, glanced at the pair without a trace upon hearing this. They understood instantly—it seemed the two had finally taken that final step.

"Then, Mr. Xingyang, what about the other kind of immortal creature? Do you believe vampires exist?" Mrs. Terrence, now in high spirits, began to question Xingyang about vampires.

Bao Buzheng pulled up a chair and sat down right next to Li Yidao with a bold, unrestrained air. "Brothers, eat whatever you like! At the very least, we shouldn't be outdone by their team when it comes to food." With that, he picked up his own chopsticks and began to eat; he had even brought his own pair.

Angel's instincts were sharp; through just a few simple sentences, she had deduced exactly who Sergei needed to be wary of.

Tender emotions surged within Liu Qingsi’s heart, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod. Her peripheral vision caught the young man, as if she were waiting or hoping for something, a brilliant light flashing through her watery eyes.

"Heh, didn't you want to enjoy yourself? I’m granting your wish. The real show is yet to come." As Mo Hui finished speaking, figures within the gate began throwing spell attacks at the Heaven-Killing Order one after another.

A battle filled with power and destruction, yet possessed of a certain aesthetic beauty—the very skills for which the Hime were lauded.

When all the "Motigen" limbs that Xingyang had found appeared in the auction house, both he and old Carus felt an involuntary surge of vigilance, their eyes darting around the venue to observe every possible suspect.

In the Boneless Desert, the gray dust slowly gathered, and black demonic mist surged forth. Countless pale hands emerged from the ground, reaching higher and higher until white heads poked out from the earth—disheveled and unkempt, with pupils missing from their eyes, cold and terrifying.

These words from Mu Li left the Imperial Noble Consort in a state of complete panic. What did he mean? Could it be that he had already seen everything clearly?

Yang Yuwei knew her own limitations; she realized she couldn't handle the crabs with their large pincers, so she followed her second sister to help their mother instead.

Ever since Xing Shen bought his official title, he had relied on his own wits. Although he hadn't achieved anything of great note, he had managed to become a familiar face in front of the Longqing Emperor.

Tang Wan was confident and promised, "Tongtong, don't worry, leave this matter to me."

Leaning back in her chair, she squinted at her reflection in the mirror—in what way was she not prettier than Gong Mengmeng?

Lin Tengfei asked her curiously, "Jiajia, are you all that familiar with this Wang Zhenhua?" Looking at the way Cheng Caiyun spoke to him, it was practically intimate.

"I didn't mean to..." Pei Moqian suddenly felt that even with a hundred mouths, he couldn't explain himself clearly.

Although Yang Le had brought an umbrella when he went out, the rain was so heavy that the road was certainly difficult to navigate.

In his view, the crimson life energy seeping from the stone caves beneath the Ruins of Death was definitely not released by these ancient trees and vines.

Gong Lu had a stronger mastery over her superpower and could switch it on or off freely, almost anytime and anywhere.

Zhu Tiantian could no longer resist the temptation of this bowl of soup. Even if she had to go a whole day without eating, she would gladly endure it just to have this incredibly fresh and fragrant mushroom soup.

Dabai shifted his form, revealing his true self—a white snake much larger than before, winding through the grotto. The white snake was as white as frost, crystalline and jade-like.

The Dark Dragon Qi roared in fury. This was too much bullying! The suppression this wretched place exerted on it was immense, and just when it had finally managed to injure the spider opposite, a flash of blue light appeared, and the creature was completely restored. And what was the meaning of these giant birds joining in? Isn't it shameful to win by numbers?

Seeing this, Moruo roared in anger, but he knew very well that they no longer had any chance.

Writing this story about a super-rich protagonist has made me realize that I am better at writing fantasy, cultivation, and otherworldly tales. After all, it doesn't involve national affairs, and I find the flow much more natural.

The barbecue stall was a very ordinary one. Su Zhe and his three brothers sat at a table by the window, with a plate of skewers, meat tendons, and four bottles of beer spread out. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

The facts were indeed as such: Su Lie of Team Prime had just reached the middle lane, while the Old Master had already entered the battlefield and finished off Jiang Ziya.

Back then, he had risked everything to guard against an Uchiha uprising, only to find that a traitorous ninja had emerged from within his own family—what a sickening turn of events.

Logically speaking, surrendering at this moment would be the safest bet, but if they surrendered, would he really let them go as this man claimed?

The classmates were somewhat incredulous, as everyone’s grades from the last exam had already been published. Everyone was well aware of the new transfer student.

Fans in the outside world always like to discuss the limits of Su Luo's talent. It's simple: just look at the limits of his physical body.

The regiment had an activity that evening. After lunch, the afternoon was declared a half-holiday, and all training was canceled. Once the news broke, undercurrents began to stir immediately.

The issue of exploding gun barrels gave Li Qi a sudden idea: why not treat Fireball spells like gunpowder? Reinforce the barrel, compress the fireball, and use the explosion of the fireball as a propellant to launch projectiles directly.