49 The Magical Mage

The sky was so low that the moon seemed to hang right above one's head, and the stars looked as if they could be plucked by simply reaching out a hand. The air was exceptionally fresh, bringing a deep sense of peace to the heart.

Shortly after, Gu Lanshan clenched her fists and rained blows down furiously upon Sheng Shi's chest.

"Young Master." Xiangling hadn't seen Helian Heya all day, and upon catching sight of her now, she called out affectionately.

Naturally, while seeking the truth, everyone also let their imaginations run wild to the utmost, analyzing the situation from every conceivable angle.

Li Rui looked toward the Land Deity Tablet in his mind and noticed that it was slowly changing color, shifting from its original earthy gray to a pale white.

"If there is anything on your mind, just tell your mother, don't keep it bottled up inside," Madam Yang said again. At that very moment, a furious roar echoed from outside.

Sheng Shi got out of bed and went downstairs. By the time he reached the lower floor, it was already eight-thirty, and Gu Lanshan was still fast asleep.

"You..." Leng Yuan froze. Ever since she was born, she had never trimmed her hair, and she never imagined that Yun Duoduo would cut it. Turning pale with anger, she stood up abruptly, her chest heaving violently.

It was not through such cumbersome rules and rituals that they were constrained; this was simply the difference between Yu Zhao and Southern Xinjiang.

In truth, he wanted to go to the hospital to deliver food to Lin Shenhensy in person, but he felt somewhat at a loss as to how to face a newly awakened Lin Shenhensy.

However, Lin Yan was not having an easy time either. Although he had neutralized his opponent's palm strike, the consumption of spiritual energy was immense, and he inevitably was driven back repeatedly by the sheer force of Liang Rui's attack, a mouthful of welling blood spilling from his lips.

Spotting Xiao Yang from afar, Tianming waved his arms vigorously, a signature smile plastered across his face.

This time, without the slightest hesitation and with a single thought, three purple-gold divine ability fruits flew out from the World Tree and were directly absorbed by Qin Tian.

Knowing full well that this day would come sooner or later, when it finally arrived, she still found it hard to accept.

He had no idea how long he had remained unconscious, but somewhere in the hazy mist, he heard a commotion echoing through the mountains. That very night happened to be the moment when Li Cao marshaled all his internal strength to boost morale, leading the martial arts practitioners in passionately singing of loyalty and patriotism to the nation.

He had never encountered anything so incredible in his entire life. Stunned for a moment, he hastily dropped the short blade in his hand and turned to run, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar by Lin Xi.

In truth, this step could have been performed right at the beginning, but the current Lin Yan was clearly incapable of doing so.

Yet for some reason, a strange, purplish mist suddenly materialized within his sea of consciousness, flowing uncontrollably toward his left hand and instantly filling his entire body with a peculiar sense of comfort.

Sure enough, after just a brief moment, even an old fox like Magistrate Qin could no longer sit still.

She believed that her muttering just now could only be heard by herself; how could anyone else possibly hear it?

Not only Gao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but even Tang Ning felt a weight lift from his shoulders. It was finally over; there was simply too much of it, and listening to it had started to unnerve him.

However, the past belonged to the past, and now Yan had not the slightest desire to become such a creature, nor was it possible for him to inherit its will.

The sprite did not hold back simply because Yan could no longer run; instead, it lunged forward with an ecstatic expression on its face. It had already decided to grant its prey the most exalted form of death: slicing off his flesh piece by piece and letting him scream in agony until he perished.

Naturally, she was going there to have fun. Her father had once journeyed to the Great Wilderness, a place shrouded in such deep mystery. She had always been filled with curiosity about it, and now that such an opportunity had presented itself, how could she not wish to accompany them?

He had lived an honest and submissive life all his days, looked down upon even by his own younger brother. He had never imagined that one day he would be able to afford a house this large in the imperial capital; in the past, he always worried about others taking advantage of him, but now he even had to dodge people who were trying to take advantage of him.

"Haha, what do you think of Dowager Dan?" Some people looked at Dowager Dan as if they were watching a play.

Yan extended his palm, and a ball of flame flew forth, landing upon the corpse. The walking corpse was reduced to ashes, yet such intense fire failed to disperse the dense fog shrouding the surroundings.

As it turned out, every time Ye Xuan visited a Taoist temple, the region it belonged to would be integrated by the family, becoming a part of their domain.

Standing now at the side of this young master, an overwhelming aura radiated outward, firmly locking onto Jiang Xuanchen.

Facing a family eyeing him like tigers watching their prey, Zeng Guangzhao feared that if he voiced his intention to stay and take care of Yimu, this family might literally tear him apart.

Ying'er counted the few scattered pieces of silver before her, a look of deep sorrow on her face. Such a meager amount of silver would likely not last for many more days; the Prince had been far too ruthless.

Naturally, it wasn't that beast of an uncle; he had already been sent to a rehabilitation center for compulsive gamblers and placed under special care. Unless he showed exceptional behavior, he needn't dream of ever getting out for the rest of his life.

Xiahou Jin was already seated inside his carriage. Seeing that Xiahou Xun and Xiahou Qian still had not returned, he impatiently pushed the carriage door open, only to come face-to-face with Xiahou Fei and his mother and siblings.

Time was long, yet he could see no end to it. Although his cultivation was growing, it fell too far short compared to his opponent, causing his emotions to begin spiraling out of control.

Given that so many of their own had just been frightened into retreating by the opponent, word getting out truly sounded rather unflattering.

Watching Uncle Xiong depart from his side and walk over to the doorway to wave off the last wave of guests, he flipped the sign to display that business was closed for the day.

Prior to this, Zhuge Fangming had never descended the mountain to visit a civilian marketplace, and this was his first time witnessing such bustling liveliness.

Heizi was startled by her sudden movement, but fortunately, he was agile enough to execute a nimble pivot and narrowly escape the disaster.

Ling Yun slowly pushed the door open, only for Hayes's familiar face to greet his eyes. Not only that, but both Hainas and Hamm had also gathered within the room.

Her hand gripped her phone tightly until her palm broke out in a sweat, yet she still lacked the courage to dial that call to Bingchen.

Yue Fei had not had an opportunity to drink water all along the journey until now, and at this moment, he was indeed parched. Lifting his teacup, he took a genuine, hearty sip.

Jing Yan knew that danger was approaching once more. Playing the hero this time, he scooped up Murong Qianxue and rolled across the ground. Midway through the roll, Jing Yan fished a flying knife from his waist and hurled it fiercely toward the sniper's position.