Chapter 31

The Third Master looked at the face before him, which bore a striking resemblance to the Old Madam’s, and felt a profound sense of desolation in his heart.

After a long while, the man’s hair drifted down gently, the ripples faded away, and everything returned to how it had been at the start.

It was common knowledge that the Earth-Moon Star had already been occupied by reinforcements from the Central Star Region. They could not go there, could they? Jin also had his own thoughts on the matter.

Ding Lang swung his sword with great force, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that caught Mo Chen off guard. Unable to block the strike, Mo Chen was forced to retreat step by step.

Nearly a thousand members of the Xuanwu Mercenary Group had arrived, already claiming the front-row seats. The individual freelancers behind them dared not voice their anger.

As he spoke, he kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. He had already sensed a divine consciousness probing his mind, thinking to himself that even if they were using a lie detector, they would find no deception, for every word he spoke was the truth.

When night fell and the girls went to the main hall to entertain guests, the backyard of the Lanyue Pavilion became exceptionally quiet. Only in this silent, deserted moment was she willing to come out for a breath of air, enjoying this fleeting peace alone.

From this statement, we can be certain that Yang Jian had grown into a mature and steady statesman.

Many had indeed perished in the Demon-Slaying Realm. Even after seven days and seven nights of frenzied consumption, the intensity had not waned. On the contrary, as the exposed immortal artifacts were nearly all devoured, those buried beneath began to surface one after another. Many of these artifacts were perfectly preserved, and seeing this, Baibian devoured them with even greater fervor.

The Sovereign had clearly made arrangements long ago. As night fell, the underworld's ghost messengers would arrive to take shifts outside the Xue residence, ensuring the safety of those within.

While Jarvis scanned the area, Li Ya also searched carefully with his X-ray vision, his divine power spreading out, yet he still found nothing unusual.

In a pleasant mood, He Lanjin carried her bowl downstairs, washed some fruit, and sat on the sofa, engrossed in a game on Qiao Han Ye’s iPad.

“As long as you are willing, you can certainly stay...” Jin Shaobei silently swallowed the rest of his words.

“This makeup isn't quite right; just use the old one,” the makeup artist glanced at the new cosmetics, tossed them aside, and prepared to use the old ones on her instead.

Ah Qing waited and waited, but no one came. She couldn't help but feel anxious. Suddenly, she heard a soft laugh from within the hall. Only then did she pay close attention. As she pondered, a wave of bitterness washed over her, as if a jar of hot vinegar had been overturned in her heart.

If there was one thing the local thugs hated most, it was the vigilante who had appeared a year ago—the one dressed in green, known as the Green Arrow.

To hell with the Mingtang! To hell with the fate of the nation! What did the rise and fall of the Wu Zhou Dynasty have to do with him? Just as the king once lit the signal fires to make his beauty Bao Si smile, today he would use fire to make the peerless beauty weep; that, too, would be a way to be remembered in history.

Some things simply find you; they are not things I can refuse. Could I have refused them? If I could, so many things would not have happened. I do not like tragedies, and no one does; no rational person would.

Watching Mo Bai eat her favorite food like that was a form of torture. She turned her head away, but the aroma of the fried buns kept drifting into her nose.

“Zhang Bixue, you killed my brother! Today, you shall pay in blood!” Mei Tianbing pointed at Zhang Bixue, his voice filled with malice.

Chen Lixin was not a soft-hearted man, and he didn't want to get involved in the Zhao family's affairs, but he had to help Mother Dong Hui.

In an instant, the earth-yellow dragon of soil reached Lin Dong, letting out a terrifying roar as its massive head slammed toward him.

However, after his earlier "war of words" with Dan Yun, Di Feijing had completely opened up. At the very least, his thoughts were now clear, and he felt a bit more confident.

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, and with a flourish like a magician, he placed the discarded bank card into Qin Lan’s palm.

"Why don't you just go rob a bank? These broken, second-hand machines are worth at most ten or twenty million."

"Using a relatively weak position to turn those stronger than oneself into cannon fodder—that is the wisdom of the Eastern Kingdom. But it doesn't matter, for our Tongtian Continent is not lacking in sunlight. And aren't the vanguards, or 'sharp blades' as the senior calls them, just another form of cannon fodder?" Qin Shiyu said.

After several more rounds of pursuit, always remaining far behind Ye Xuan, the Ice Demon Elder had no choice but to resort to taunts and provocation.

"Good!" Qin Shiyu was satisfied and nodded. It seemed Tang Dahu had started looking out for him.

Swiftly leveling up his W skill, Wang Hao’s Fiora unleashed her W at the exact moment the Renekton was about to land his strike.

Qin Shiyu did not know that the growth of his six senses could not be achieved merely by cultivating his internal energy and absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. There was one final, crucial step he had yet to reach—but that was a matter for another time.

“Shang Xufeng, do you really not like me?” she asked suddenly in her sleep, her voice hazy and her brow tightly furrowed, clearly still bothered by his claim that he didn't like her.

“Then, may I know?” Murong Heng widened his eyes again, trying to charm Xia Mo.

It was a pity that Prince Xiang was looking down, deep in thought, and failed to catch the flirtatious glances and charms cast by Cai Hong.

Pushing open the window and looking out, the distance was a vast expanse of white. Strings of white beads hung between heaven and earth, like a giant white net being pulled open.

He was shirtless, pressing her head against his chest, letting her clearly feel his body heat and his slightly irregular heartbeat.

Hua Weilu shut the door in frustration, returned to her room, and stripped off her soaked Taoist robe. She changed into clean clothes, then returned to the doorway, looked at the human-skin mask on the table, and after a moment of thought, put it back on her face.

The flying saucer landed on a patch of lush green grass. The Venerable pressed the button, and the saucer’s sturdy hatch opened on its own.

The two hosts looked at Zhizhen and Zhimei, who remained seated, with great astonishment. In the exchange of their gazes, they could not help but express their reverence for the love the two shared, transcending the boundaries of gender.

Feng Sumei stood up again. This was truly outrageous; in broad daylight, who were they trying to anger?