Chapter 53 She Belongs to Me

Leaving Jiang Rou's room, Gu Zhiyuan walked over to the door of Qiao Weiwei's room on the third floor.

It was very quiet behind the door; perhaps she had already fallen asleep.

He raised his hand to knock, then lowered it. Leaning against the wall, he lit a cigarette.

The exhaled smoke blurred his vision, much like Qiao Weiwei, who seemed to be drifting further and further away from him.

Unable to grasp her, unable to touch her.

After a long while, the cigarette burned out.

Gu Zhiyuan's eyes turned sharp, and before leaving, he cast a deep, lingering look at the door.

Facing so many death warriors, Zhu Huo had managed to take down a few, but escaping completely was practically out of the question.

After pausing for another breath, his eyes rolled around cunningly. "These herbs were only categorized and laid out for drying, and they aren't difficult to tell apart. If we can sort them back into their proper places, it shouldn't cause any major issues."

As they traversed these abyssal mountains and cliffs, Zhu Minglang felt numerous hostile gazes fixed rigidly upon the Nine-Kun Dragon passing through. It felt as though if the Nine-Kun Dragon were to take even a single wrong step, those entities would transform into savage beasts and pounce upon them.

That was a slender black hound, resembling a moose—tall and robust, with eyes like bronze bells carrying a majestic and daunting aura, its body seemingly sculpted from cast stone.

Shen Fei and Deng Feiyao stepped out from the car, basking in the gaze of everyone's awe and envy as they walked toward Yue Rufengxue.

"Your Majesty, before I fled the Huaxia Kingdom, they had once sent people to escort me to the netherworld to join my subordinates. I suppose they have already cleared out the members of the Shadow Pavilion I planted across various parts of the Huaxia Kingdom. As for the specific details, I am not entirely clear, but we might as well summon them inside to be questioned," Ghost Shadow spoke up.

Tu Xiang used sarcastic words to provoke Su Yan, hoping to goad him into staying. However, the same trick, when used too often, loses its effectiveness.

Deep in the forest stood a figure draped in aquatic-green brocade robes, arms crossed lazily over his chest, a strand of hair falling across his forehead gently fluttering in the breeze.

Sui Yiyi lowered her head and snickered. Yet in Yelu Xiaolin's eyes, was Qiao Aoshan scolding Sui Yiyi?

"A naturally cursed body? You know what is going on with the strange affliction on Ah Ru's body?" Ye Mingke raised his head and asked.

Twitching his eyebrows and contorting his face, he scurried over to Qin Tianhe. Needless to say, the handsome Scholar Qin directly pushed this fellow away without a second word. The tall Zhou Yi, riding on horseback, also found Qin Song an eyesore, turning his head to glare fiercely at him, which scared Qin Song into shrinking back timidly beside Lin Ziyun.

For the first seven minutes, it was dead silent. Although Team R played with extreme aggression, it had not resulted in any kills.

He had asked himself before: What is good? What is evil? Then what is a Buddha? And what is the self?

[S M L Z] was also exceptionally crafty. Only after his own death did he cast his Q skill to apply a slow, ensuring that while the opponent was slowed, he could unleash an unstoppable barrage of attacks.

Coupled with her strong communication skills, if she could truly be brought under his command, she would certainly turn out to be a valuable assistant for Siyan.

The guests at the wedding sparked speculations among many factions, though very few discussed it openly. True gods existed in this world, and babbling carelessly could easily alert the deities and invite divine punishment.

The Second Legion, led by Zhang He, consisting of over 70,000 cavalrymen, set off first, departing from Hanzhong straight for Chang'an.

Before any member of the SKT team could come to the rescue, the top lane's tier-one turret had already fallen.

This horse was beige all over, with a mouth shaped like a hole, standing there with a massive, perfectly round opening agape. Its tail was flared out like a broom, bristling in mid-air. Aside from its face bearing a general resemblance to a horse, an ordinary person would be hard-pressed to find any other equine traits.

Upon entering this makeshift command center, Zhao Guoqiang's eyes immediately landed on a black man in a suit surrounded by four or five white men.

Yet Robert Hawkes—this very Robert Hawkes who was unable to speak or move, this Robert Hawkes who conveyed his rejection and unwelcoming attitude purely through a pair of eyes—completely shattered all the disguises Catherine Bell had put up over the past two days.