Chapter 51

Tong'er remained motionless. Suddenly, she opened her mouth wider and wider toward Uncle Xu, sticking out her tongue, upon the deep red tip of which grew a row of sharp, dense, steel-needle-like teeth.

It was getting dark; it was time to send him home, or his lovely mother would be worried. I injected the Phantom of Hell into his mouth, and it quickly burrowed into his heart, chasing and devouring the bewitchment within. Before long, his heart was completely clean.

At this moment, Lü Xuan was quite sensitive to external stimuli. As soon as the tall, dark-skinned man appeared, Lü Xuan perceived him instantly.

It was precisely these various reasons that filled the Martial God with doubt regarding William's words, leading him to suspect whether this might be a conspiracy orchestrated by Purgatory.

I nodded, and without asking further, it led the hell police in kowtowing and bowing. The boar just stared dazedly at the grave mounds, seemingly reminiscing about the past. Ha, what past could it possibly have here?

"Right! Did you go to Heart's Desire with some Xia Jian last night? Let me tell you, Heart's Desire and that Beauty International in our Pingdu City have rather unsavory reputations, so you'd better visit such places less often," Wang Youdao said with a faint smile, though he was entirely serious, wearing a solemn expression.

"Whether to make a move or not is not up to me to choose, Boss Chen. You heard what they said too—they all told me to leave something behind! Tell me, can I just sit here and wait for death?" Liu Xinghao swept his gaze across the opponent's formation.

Although the Fairy of Cold Moon had fainted, her complexion alternated between flushed and pale, clearly indicating that her subconsciousness was still consumed by shame and anger.

This was a half-grown child who had died in a car accident and was now at the rebellious age. He floated up with a sudden WHOOSH, glaring at me.

From afar, Wenxin looked back at the place where she had stayed that morning, murmuring to herself, "This! Perhaps this is what I truly desired!" With that, she turned around, dragging her exhausted body and taking somewhat heavy steps as she headed home.

Early the next morning, just as the sky was turning pale and the village rooster had crowed thrice, Huo Jungui climbed out of bed early. He neither went outside nor lit a fire to cook; instead, he picked up his tobacco pouch and sat silently in the courtyard, puffing away.

Long Luo was not at all surprised that Nangong Feng knew he was Dragon Zhiru's great-grandson. Even the remote Yunqi Sect was aware of the connection between Long Luo and the Dragon Realm, let alone the Water Moon Sect, a major power in the Eastern Wasteland.

This was precisely Ling Tianjue's technique, the Void-Breaking Finger. When practiced to the absolute pinnacle, the finger could transform into a palm. Back during the Eastern Wasteland's Hundred Sects Tournament, Ling Tianjue had made a name for himself precisely by relying on this move.

Staggering back a full several meters, he managed to steady his body, but his already drooping arms had suffered severe trauma and were completely incapable of being raised again.

In rural terms, Chen Suisui's death was considered an untimely loss of a young person. Therefore, the villagers' moods were equally heavy, and everyone who came to help with the funeral arrangements wore a grim expression without a trace of a smile.

Leaving the village, the road split into two fork roads leading north and east. The two exchanged a glance and had no choice but to split up and pursue separately.

Amidst such frantic cultivation, within just a few days, Wenxin broke through to a Level 4 Martial Disciple.

The young woman could tell from their conversation that neither of them was a good person. Overwhelmed by shame and indignation, she struggled violently with all her might, yet the more she struggled, the more excited the two beasts became! The foul-mouthed man's filthy hands slid from her buttocks up to her waist, slipping into the gap of her clothes to savor the soft yet firm texture of her body.

Song Fang wanted to persuade Wang Degui further, but Wang Degui merely waved a hand and said, "Out, all of you! Go do whatever you want. From now on, I won't care anymore."

Within a single day, the Great Khitan army launched three consecutive attacks, suffering nearly three thousand casualties, yet they still failed to capture Xinghua City. Having no other choice, Yelü Shiliang had to order the gongs to be sounded for a retreat.

Let me tell you, I heard that when our Manager Xue first returned from overseas, hundreds of enterprises in China offered him annual salaries of tens of millions to hire him as a senior manager.

Zhao Junyang beside him set his umbrella down by the door, likewise rolling up his sleeves to tidy up the remaining stools with swift, practiced efficiency.

Lin Wanbai picked up a slice of fish with her chopsticks, placed it in her bowl, and lowered her head to eat, casting a glance to the right toward Yichen.

After purchasing the spiritual silkworm silk, Ye Linyuan had accomplished half the purpose of this trip. Next, he bought three pieces of Tier 2 lower-grade spiritual wood at the trade fair, spending a total of one thousand spirit stones.

Only, Gu Fanghua would not easily admit it. If she did, she would have to kneel and apologize.

The two chatted idly for a while longer. Sensing that it was getting late, Li Shimin reluctantly took his leave.

Having slain two late-Qi-Condensation cultivators, Ye Linyuan immediately looted their treasures and then called out to the others to leave at once.

"Don't talk as if you understand monsters so well, Master Celestial," Bai Jing smiled, flicking the burned-out ash into the air.

Thus, for the time being, Ye Linyuan put aside all sorts of trivial matters and began to concentrate on secluded cultivation to comprehend the two major spells.

However, the battles among those powerhouses—so formidable they practically formed an entirely new tier—had already concluded. Now was the time for them to display their own strength.

"Shh, Senior Shangguan, you don't need to say anything else. I understand, I understand it all. Ah, Senior Shangguan, before I go in, might I make a presumptuous request? That is, I'd like to hug you!" Liu Chuan looked at Shangguan Xiaoxiao with tender eyes.

Some reporters intercepted Canglan's new captain, Xie Shurong, rushing forward to thrust their microphones toward him with questions.

Catching the scent of blood drifting from that room, Xize took a deep breath, the nerve in his heart strung as tightly as it could possibly be, and then stepped inside.

It could be said that El originally joined Qiao Huan in founding this club precisely because he felt that Qiao Huan was a capable person.

He was a man accustomed to a rough life in the open and thought that having her ride along might make things easier for her, but upon reflection, being carried on his back was still quite uncomfortable. Wherever they went in the future, it would be best to take a carriage.

As the territory occupied by Po Lang's forces grew wider and wider, Po Lang began to feel somewhat overwhelmed, because aside from waging war, he made a complete mess of everything else.