He would never let Luoli leave him.

Around Yi Huan, the skulls suddenly glowed red. The man named Ru Yue held out his palm, and a red light shaped like a skull hovered above it.

The Hundred Ghosts Scroll was a rolled-up painting, light, small, and thin. It made me wonder if such a delicate scroll could really contain a hundred stories.

Suddenly, the temperature inside the Lingxiao Hall surged sharply, as if the entire place had become a furnace ready to ignite.

After finishing the instant noodles, she simply wiped her mouth and the table, then threw the napkin and noodle cup into the compost bin.

Thus, she stayed inside the palace, deliberately avoiding the matters she should have faced together with Nu Xia’er.

Having just used divine insight to investigate, the danger previously posed by Fa Hai had now dissipated.

With parting imminent, Nu Xia’er composed himself, realizing there were still many tasks undone, and then he stepped out of the room.

His disheveled long hair fell loose, revealing a face marred by disfigurement—one eye socket sunken deep, the other eye swollen and oozing pus. His lips were mutilated, as if bitten savagely in unbearable pain.

He was just an ordinary man. Engaging in a battle of magic from a distance, a slight misstep could affect him. Even with the protection of a chicken-blood talisman, death was a real possibility.

Lacking an overarching perspective, it was difficult to discern which movement was a step to attack and which was a dash to escape, judging only from the legs.

Fo Yi was momentarily stunned, sensing something amiss! Suddenly, Jiang Chun convulsed violently; his bones twisted and shattered like twisted dough, his meridians severed, blood pouring from all seven orifices. His contorted expression confirmed extreme agony. After struggling briefly, he breathed his last.

“Absolutely ridiculous! You’re thirty years apart, yet you praise your husband like he’s a blooming flower! Let me tell you, I’m only twenty-one years younger than Zhou Xianzu,” said Pomegranate Flower, wearing a triumphant smile, as if she had finally bested Wu Huaguo, filled with delight.

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So many soldiers vanished inexplicably in Huan Shui; if this matter went awry again, the consequences would be far graver than mere punishment.

Qin Yang was no savior. He wasn’t even sure if he could ascend to immortality. At such a moment, how could he spare thought for others?

“Oh, Harry, let me introduce you—this is Mr. Tom Riddle,” Mrs. Weasley said with a warm smile.

Although the cave dwelling was exceptionally clean, traces of yellow earth still fell from the walls.

Before Dou Wei could finish speaking, Chef Huang, sitting on the sofa and listening attentively, suddenly burst out laughing.

After understanding King Wu’s intentions, Jia Cong made no pretense, thanked the king, took his leave from the empress dowager, and, under Ye Qingmou’s disdainful gaze, proceeded to the Daming Palace.

Yet Jia Cong remained calm and unhurried. Taking the horse-slaying blade from Guo Yun’s hand, he struck Zhang Liang’s neck with a single decisive stroke.

The weather was far from pleasant today. Rain had started around three or four in the afternoon, growing heavier by the minute. The sky darkened progressively, and outside the train window, it was pitch black. The aisle and luggage rack lights automatically switched on.

Shortly after the Mao hour, Bai Ye yawned, sleepily stepping out of his room. Just as he was about to stretch comfortably, a deep voice sounded behind him.

High above in the boundless sky, Su Haochen sped forward rapidly, his aura growing stronger with each passing distance.

The enormous ancient corpse roared again upon hearing the master’s words, then slowly lay back down, its body sinking once more into deathly stillness.

Though Luo’s stamina was flashing red, he was eager to expend every last bit on this matter.

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Chai Lang had no intention of calling Mu Zlei or Saar over. Though powerful, they were utterly inept at concealment.

Many among them were merchants, frequently leaving Bishi City to deliver or procure goods. Over the years, they had all been plundered by the notorious Dragon-Slaying Bandits.

The two arrived in haste. The dwarves made no special preparations, mistakenly believing Mengmeng was Chai Lang’s wife. Hence, the two slept in the same room, sharing the same bed that night.

“City Guard?” Elso’s eyes widened, and a fierce aura surged forth again. He became the Third Elder not merely because he was Sosi’s third younger brother. In his youth, he was a fierce general under Senas.

“Even if it’s just the two of us here, you should still maintain your dignity, understand?” The Ghost Realm Commander adjusted her wooden hairpin and then stood before Bai Hua.

Before her thoughts could finish, her body slipped down an inch. Bai Hua, who had just relaxed, stiffened instantly and looked up.

Besides, they truly wouldn’t touch the money! After all, Chen Family Village had been poor for so many years and despised for just as long. Now, with such an opportunity, they wouldn’t ruin it over money.

Tong Guowei slowly rose. This time, he did not sit back down. Seeing this, Emperor Kangxi smiled faintly but said nothing.

“If my husband is truly unhappy, then we will leave,” Li offered coldly. She brought foot-washing water for Leng Dekun, crouching down to wash his feet as she spoke.

That day, Xing Zhao received news from the capital. Though shocked, he was overjoyed. Yet this steady frontier general did not boast or celebrate openly. Instead, he chose to believe the news while simultaneously strengthening defenses.