Chapter 61: Too Clingy

Seeing this, Huzi pulled a red cord from his tunic, tied one end around the neck of the mother silkworm, and draped the other end over the lid of the Samsara Coffin.

The Soul-Devouring Spear was a lower-grade immortal artifact of the offensive type, and one of the few powerful offensive magical treasures possessed by the Tianhua Sect. Anything struck by the Soul-Devouring Spear would have its soul devoured, with even immortal infant states unable to escape—hence the spear earned its formidable name.

Muyuan and Qingyi were simply no match for Zuo Yiran. With a fierce palm strike from Zuo Yiran, Muyuan was sent staggering back three meters, collapsing to the ground and vomiting blood.

Mufeng's words left Motian utterly enraged, filling him with an immediate impulse to strike Mufeng dead with a single palm blow.

"Then tell me, are you?!" Shen Yixuan met Liu Ruxuan's clear and bright eyes, feeling for a second an overwhelming urge to kiss her. Yet he held back, however agonizing that restraint might be.

However, Shangguan Qian failed to notice the layer of simmering fury stained between Xie Changjing's brows. Wherever he went at a time like this, bad luck was sure to follow.

The next day, Feng Wuhen suddenly received an invitation from Xiao Ruoli, claiming she had important matters to discuss with him at the capital's premier tavern, the Welcoming Banquet Tower. Originally, Feng Wuhen decided to ignore her, but the final three characters—Ji Zili—compelled him to rush over the moment he received the message.

"That means your weapon might also be an artifact from primeval times, and even more powerful than the Blood-Drinking Sword at that! Otherwise, how could it so easily devour the Blood-Drinking Sword?" the Ninth Elder said.

Zeyan carefully observed the celestial mark on Ruoli's forehead, noticing it seemed slightly different from before. If one did not look closely, it would truly be hard to detect.

"It's gone, it's all gone!" Old Man Ge collapsed dizzily to the ground, his mind a complete blank.

Yet even after dating Su Ling for so many years, all Lu Qianqi had ever seen was a superficially gentle Su Ling.

"I wonder if fellow daoist has ever heard of the Hurricane Society?" Zhang Zhexue poured a cup of tea for Qiufeng, placed it before her, and asked as if offhandedly.

Seeing that Zhang Zhexue had already drawn his flying sword, the seven Nascent Soul cultivators no longer stood on ceremony, each summoning their own magical treasures. Although not their natal weapons, they were nonetheless implements they wielded with great familiarity.

After all, Chen Zebing was Aunt Feng's descendant; turning against one's own flesh and blood made it genuinely difficult for her.

Outside the restaurant entrance, people came and went. The pair's public and uninhibited display of intimacy drew no small number of onlookers.

"That's easy to handle. Next week I'll take you back to your town to see if we can find him. Once we reach his birthplace, I'll have a way to help you locate his current whereabouts," Mu Yunjun finally relaxed, looking at her as she spoke.

It wasn't until around nine-thirty in the evening that Ge Yu sauntered leisurely to the entrance of the Western-style mansion, waiting for the two of them to arrive.

Someone started playing music, and Han Lengxuan, standing at the front, began to move to the beat. The rhythm carried both a dynamic energy and a trace of subtle ambiguity between adults.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew. Without another word, she dialed Zhou Jun's number, ordering him to track down where Ren Ye was eating.

"Baby, what are you thinking about?" Her cheek was gently pinched. Qiao An raised her gaze and plunged straight into Lu Yin's deeply affectionate eyes.

Huadu truly was a metropolis; even a beggar's skin was maintained this well! Xiao Fe could not help thinking to himself.

"Hey, you say since we all came today and there's nothing much to do this afternoon, why didn't Director Chen let us first go inspect the condition of that racehorse? That way, when we come for treatment tomorrow, we'd have some peace of mind in our hearts," Bao Qing said with a puzzled expression.

He finally stepped out of the forest and found his skateboard just as twilight was fully falling. He strapped on the board, chewed a handful of grass seeds for sustenance, hoisted his bundle of firewood, and glided back along the tracks of his arrival. He resolved that the next time he entered the woods, he must leave clear markers.

The old man seemed quite satisfied with the looks of shock surrounding him, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, cutting the very picture of an exalted master. Yet the deeds he carried out were somewhat contemptible—though in this world of the jungle law, good and evil held little distinction anyway.

"Boom, boom, boom!" A series of explosions rang out as rows of artillery shells crashed near the enemy tanks. Several US-made tanks had their tracks blown apart on the spot, sitting dead and motionless where they stalled.

He immediately demanded that his communications soldier dispatch a distress call to headquarters, claiming the airfield was under attack by the Communist forces, the situation was critical, and reinforcements were urgently needed. Otherwise, the airfield could not be held, and all the aircraft stationed there faced the imminent danger of being destroyed by the Communists.

"Alright, I understand." Wang Bin felt even more astonished inwardly, thinking to himself just what manner of person this Mr. Lin was to make Director Chen attach such immense importance to him.

Brandy was something only those of standing drank; Duyuan had no need to taste it, nor any reason to drink it in large amounts.

"Yes, yes, I won't play with my own life!" The enemy captain was no fool. He knew that even if he had numerous opportunities to summon his comrades, doing so would guarantee he could never walk out of here alive.

At such a moment, even the domain surrounding Xiao Yan was sealed off by Ancestor Burning Heaven. There was no blowing wind, no rustling grass, and no external interference whatsoever. The nascent pills within Xiao Yan's medicinal cauldron were completed one by one.

Daugherty's training camp this time was basically no different from the previous round of roster finalizations, consisting entirely of physical tests combined with live scrimmages.

If the plank could be considered torture, then this particular exercise deserved to be called downright brutal.

It was not Jiang Rumei's first time receiving flowers, but this time felt entirely different. The corners of her lips curled upward involuntarily, and her heart felt as though it had been steeped in honeyed water.

"That newly arrived human? I glanced at him when I went to deliver breakfast earlier, and I felt that fellow was lifeless and intensely unpleasant. I thought all humans were as comforting as Mr. Xu," Aiseya complained.

This impending chaos in the Ghost Realm might well spill over into the mortal world, and Nangong Jingxuan intended to use your school as a primary base, leveraging the power of you supernatural beings to deal with those malevolent spirits and safeguard human peace.

Although the Momo Fruit imposed high demands on physical strength and defense when amplifying body speed, it had relatively few restrictions when enhancing objects in contact. Right now, at level 19, a twenty-eight-fold amplification was clearly falling somewhat short.

"Hmph, everyone has definitely been fooled by that guy! Someone who slaughters wantonly without the slightest regard for the preciousness of life would never do such a thing!" Kana puffed out her cheeks and said.

After all, Han Miao's level had not yet reached Kobe's tier. In a one-on-one showdown, Kobe still held the higher odds of winning against Han Miao.

Brighton kicked off playing an aggressive, head-on attacking style, with their midfielders and forwards pressing fiercely and resorting to several dangerous sliding tackles in the middle and attacking thirds.