Chapter 29: Throw it into the trash can outside right in front of him.

Gu Yao felt that she and Lu Zheng were simply unable to communicate. In the end, she did not open the door, turning instead to the kitchen to start preparing her own dinner. The man outside left at some unknown hour; by the time Gu Yao finished her meal and washed up, he was already gone. Gu Yao slowly turned back, smoothing the hand cream onto her skin, her thoughts drifting as her fingertips grazed her hands. Lu Zheng’s pursuit was far too direct, every time they met—

Mu Xinlan covered her face, ran back to the bedside, pulled up the quilt, and lay down. Her ears were burning hot; this was her first time kissing a man, and the sensation was sweet.

Zhan Bingchuan’s words made Lin Xiaoxiao feel as though she had fallen into an ice cellar, her entire heart turning cold.

Guo Jiayi seemed to guess that Liang Jing intended to tell Jason. Although she did not understand why Liang Jing chose not to announce it at the dinner table, she did not intentionally disrupt Liang Jing’s plans.

The reason he spoke this way was partly to show respect to Lu Fan, and partly out of consideration for the latter’s strength. Even if Lu Fan could handle the unknown creature guarding the Spirit Gathering Fruit, if he were to be injured, or even just significantly exhausted, it would affect his performance later on.

"It was I who obtained the power of the universe." Nangong Qian thought for a moment before deciding to tell them the truth.

Lu Xu felt his palms were slick with cold sweat; he wanted to offer words of comfort, but he did not know what to say.

Shen Zhuozhuo stood at the doorway with an expression of disgust, while the woman over there looked around the entire bathroom and couldn't help but frown.

Immediately, a surging yet terrifying aura of blood and malice began to flow over as Su Tianyin continued to weave his hand seals.

This man named Liuhuo had a face that was about thirty percent handsome, but he wore powder, giving him an overly effeminate air that lacked masculinity. However, he insisted on wearing a fiery red Daoist robe, likely as a disciple of the Lihuo Sect. This vibrant red clothing created a sharp contrast with his features.

This was the first time Mo Zifu had seen the physical structure of the Giant Spirit clan; he required a vast amount of experimentation before he could successfully reattach an arm for them.

Moreover, a series of explosions kept echoing over the Old Summer Palace, sounding somewhat like firecrackers set off during the Lunar New Year.

Though he felt a sense of longing, he never once abandoned his dream of standing at the pinnacle of esports. While such a dream might seem trivial in the face of life and death, everyone must die eventually. If one were to abandon their dreams because of mortality, living merely for the sake of survival, what would be the difference between that and a walking corpse?

In the muddy, dark cavern, Chen Feng and Haoxue groped their way forward, inch by inch. After resting several times and crawling for about ten miles, they began to hear the sound of rushing water in the silence. After crawling a little further, a faint light gradually appeared ahead. They were not far from the cave entrance.

They could not believe that the Great Elder and the others had vanished into thin air; such a feat could only be accomplished with a spatial artifact. Involuntarily, they looked at Chen Hao with a hint of envy.

What on earth had happened? Most of the elves’ minds were a mess, but the Legion Commander’s expression had gradually calmed. If what the Lightning Dragon Horse said was true, the choice to be made was not difficult.

In an instant, the Order Divine Phoenix felt as though it had been roasted, turning into a cooked duck, its consciousness fading as it quacked incoherently.

She let out a hysterical, long laugh, her arms suddenly elongating by several feet, her fingernails clawing directly toward Chen Feng.

Their opponents were the Fourth Company of the First Battalion of the Haihan Militia, one of the earliest units established within the militia. Commanding this company was Yu Tiezhu, an officer of naturalized status with deeply rooted seniority in the militia.

"The Supreme Battle." The old codger muttered, his expression shifting slightly. Then, as he stared at the golden skeleton in the vast sky, his eyes flickered with an unusual luster.