Volume 1, Chapter 65: Su Tingwan, where is Xixi?!

Moreover, Wang Hao was well aware that with Ling Yaoyao's help, they would be safe, at least for a certain period of time.

Looking at Xing Qiu, who had transformed into a giant tiger, his fur was stained red with blood, and his sharp claws now appeared dim and devoid of light.

The Emperor was troubled by matters concerning the Crown Prince, and he had intended to mediate, yet the Emperor unexpectedly scolded him for meddling in imperial affairs. As for the Duke of Anguo...

Hanyu murmured softly to himself. Gazing at the moon and longing for someone in the coldness of the night, it chilled the heart to its very core. So cold, so painful, carrying a heartbreaking sorrow that tore his soul apart. Lost in his deep contemplation, he remained unaware that nearby, a figure had been watching him for a long time.

I sat up, clutching my chest and taking deep, ragged breaths, while tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

The sudden system prompt caught Ji Ruohua completely off guard, but at the same time, he was ecstatic.

At that very moment, Tian Lan's usual indifferent tone vanished entirely, replaced by a flushed face and nervous, flustered speech.

He desperately wanted to slash through the blue gas with his sword to free himself from the system's control, but he ultimately refrained from doing so.

Suddenly, a heavy palm smacked down on the grieving youth's shoulder. The youth in the green robe turned around to see a boy in brown, his brows involuntarily knitting together.

Eventually, Shentu Yuntian reluctantly pulled himself away from Ming Xi's soft, delicate back. At this, Ming Xi grumbled in dissatisfaction and continued speaking.

Following that, the infamously complicated lewd-joke-loving student council president let her imagination run wild with natural assumptions. Not to mention how, just a moment ago, due to a lapse in concentration, she had actually flown into a rage during class at the Four-Eyed Demon King, one of the school's Big Four.

With this thought, Lin Si's hands slowly tightened, her exquisite and delicate fingernails piercing the tender flesh of her palms, drawing droplets of bright red blood.

Behind the glass door, Zhao Yue lay in bed wearing an oxygen mask, tubes connected all over his body, his face deathly pale and devoid of blood.

Rena Ashbell said with a trace of awkwardness, a sentiment shared by quite a few others present.

She had previously learned some details from Sun Dian, but she had never understood the whole picture so thoroughly. Especially the revelation that Li Xuanba likely harbored the same demonic qi as Yu Xian and Nanhua—this news was far too shocking for Shan Meixian.

Bo Jianmo raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing inside the car seat to find it filled with numerous fresh flowers, accompanied by gift boxes nearby.

In comparison, Rezel was much more carefree. Without minding the heat, he eagerly devoured bowl after bowl of the fragrant, rich mixed vegetable stew paired with steamed rice—truly a magnificent luxury in this snowy wasteland.

"Buryu, can you save Zilong?" After resolving the matter concerning Obito, Liu Feng produced the Buryu and asked.

The two of them nodded in succession, deeming the logic sound, and thus resumed their search for the next bronze mirror, hoping to uncover more clues regarding time.

She did not wish to place such immense pressure on him, but for some reason, over the past year or two, she always felt a sense of unease.

It is much like owning a garment that you leave hanging in the closet without wearing; could you ever bear the thought of someone splashing sewage all over it?

Qin Lang was momentarily stunned, a trace of unnatural expression crossing his face. Yang Xi was simply uncanny; she had managed to see through Liu Jinlian's entire background upon a single meeting. Truly terrifying.

Now that the treasure had been activated, the cultivator surnamed Hong felt a slight sensation of its emanating power—the most familiar feeling of his entire life, one that he thoroughly enjoyed.

After pondering for a long time, I could not manage to squeeze out a single word to persuade them to leave. The people gathered before me were all experts and professors of various kinds; if I spoke up, I would likely only end up being lectured by them instead. At this moment, my emotions were intensely conflicted.

A short while later, he emerged from an extremely secluded shop. By now, he had changed into a dark robe and wore a storage bag at his waist. Since he feared being recognized, he naturally had to play the part convincingly.

After all, she was the supreme deity of the ninja world, the foremost of the Five Great Sea Siren Kings of the Pacific, someone whom ordinary beings could only look up to in awe. Yet here she was acting spoiled, so endearing that one simply wanted to cradle her in the palm of one's hand.

Entwining two strands of premium white jade suet ointment together to form a knot, indulging in unrestrained abandon—there was nothing more thrilling and exhilarating for a man than this.

Therefore, Shen Qiang was currently much more concerned about Bian Yi. He wished the competition would end immediately, even if it meant ranking dead last.

Qin Yurou, standing with her back turned to them, instantly lit up, her beautiful eyes flashing with the triumphant joy of a successful scheme.

Although she was a college student, thanks to her exceptional dancing skills, she had opened a studio early on and earned money through performances. Even her Panamera was bought with the earnings from her dance gigs.

Had Dugu Yi not personally experienced the God-Slaying Fire, he would never have believed it. After all, the legendary supernatural ability of advancing one's cultivation by leaps and bounds was far more enticing, completely overshadowing the raw power of the God-Slaying Fire itself. Cultivated strength belonged entirely to oneself, whereas magical treasures were merely supplementary tools that could potentially be seized by others.

The stone forest had been managed by the Dark Lord for many years, so naturally, several secret passages were left behind for emergencies. Liu Chen slipped away through one of these tunnels, returned to his resting inn, crossed his legs in meditation, and instantly projected his consciousness into the Heavenly Slave Palace.

A muffled thud echoed as the mecha landed. Wuming opened the cockpit hatch and stepped out into the sinkhole below.

Scraping three feet deep—this phrase aptly described the plunder carried out by the aristocratic families of Jiangnan. Perhaps it was merely human nature; after all, this was a world starved of resources where nothing was considered trash, and everything had its own utility. Even the precious timber was dismantled from the houses, loaded onto carts pulled by oxen and donkeys.