Chapter 60

It was hard to imagine that she, who had once hated all of this so intensely, could now enjoy every sensation he gave her.

It was completely impossible to connect her with the child described by the National Preceptor—the one with crimson eyes and demon tattoos on her face.

Madam Zhou was dead. Yet even in death, she left a profound and lingering question in the hearts of Jun Qiluo, Feng Qianque, and Long Che.

With less than five minutes left, sweat was already beading on the forehead of the prison guard standing next to Xing Dabiao. If he had previously doubted the words spoken by me and Iron Eagle, what Xing Dabiao had just revealed had clearly shattered his entire worldview.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle! At that moment, Ling Feng felt a wave of freezing cold sweep in from afar, enveloping him and sending a series of eerie, bone-chilling shivers down his spine.

"Could it be that I somehow managed to hit those few uncomfortable days of the month myself?" Ling Feng felt deeply wronged.

Xiao Jingchen's urgent shouting echoed through the communicator. Shakespeare popped its head out of the water, first scanning the surrounding area in absolute terror of those bullets; the previous barrage had nearly turned it into a sieve.

By the time the train reached Jieyang, dusk had already fallen. However, Lin Xuanlan proposed that he had business to attend to in Pingzhou for two days, suggesting that Ximen Jinlian spend a couple of days exploring Jieyang first. Ximen Jinlian naturally didn't mind and readily agreed.

Chen Tairan imparted the inner cultivation formulas to the two of them, then personally supervised and guided them step by step, terrified that something might go wrong.

Watching the receding figures of Ning Jing and Liu Jun, Li Yun smiled triumphantly. Before coming here, Li Yun had already gathered all relevant information about Ning Jing, including a thorough investigation of everyone connected to her. He had especially found out everything there was to know about this Liu Jun.

One sunny morning, the weather was scorching hot. Zhao Hui was attending class with her classmates as usual when thunder suddenly roared across the sky, and rain began to pour.

Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo entered the house and were greeted by the rich aroma of stir-frying. Li Zhenguo smiled and said, "It smells wonderful! Today I finally get to witness He Fangbo's culinary skills." With that, he walked toward the kitchen.

Qian Qingxi's gaze was cold and aloof as she somewhat helplessly extricated a lock of her hair from the man's grasp.

Qingwu's lips twitched slightly, and a sudden sense of foreboding washed over her. "I shall personally offer my apologies to Miss Miao." Being exceptionally clever, she naturally understood Miao Qingyan's implication. With Miao Qingyan's assistance once more, weathering this crisis would be effortless for the Mo family.

It was as if we had truly become strangers. Past memories suddenly flashed before my eyes, places once filled only with familiarity and joy, yet now reduced to mere alienation.

However, she no longer had the luxury of dwelling on it, because the boy had lost too much blood. If she didn't act immediately, he would die of exsanguination before her treatments could save him.

At this moment, Ganie was standing right outside the hall, well aware that Jing Ke only had one chance—this was his sole opportunity, or else Ganie himself would have to step in. Jing Ke's Five-Step Ultimate Kill had never failed, yet Ganie truly felt an immensely bizarre intuition: Jing Ke would not succeed.

This flame was the very foundation of human life. Once ignited, it granted boundless longevity, elevating both physical constitution and healing powers as if undergoing ascension.

The person he questioned was naturally the seasoned, veteran general; as for the young general, Xiao Tie completely ignored him, since it was obvious from the recent events that this young general was essentially a total goofball.

Word has it that a mysterious figure will make an appearance at this closing ceremony, accompanied by a major announcement.

Right then, watching Chi Chen tremble with a cold, grim expression, his hand involuntarily releasing its grip on the wrench as it dropped to the floor.

Kamasu practiced wind-attribute cultivation, and speed was his most formidable skill, rivaling even that of a God-King.

"The White Bat Hero! The White Bat Hero!" joyful cries rang out inside the Langya Inn.

His answer was once again merely a ripple in the air, though this time it split into eight distinct shockwaves. The old rogue swung his sword to parry once more, yet the ripple grazing the top of his head ultimately broke through his defense, shearing off two strands of the old man's silver hair.

"Are you out of tricks?" Qian Yiming asked, looking at Lang Ming with utter disdain, much like a hunter who had already cornered his prey.

Zhang Yixian's obsession did not stem from Bao Si's dancing feet upon the green leaves, nor from any perplexity regarding his own insights; his obsession arose from the silent, wordless call echoing from the highest heavens.

Night Maple followed up with a fierce, spinning back kick, producing a muffled thud, only to be blocked by a thick wall composed of sand, roughly three zhang high.

Harboring deep bewilderment, Li Hai this time had no need to scale walls and leap over roofs, as Hantianju personally escorted him all the way to the outer gates of the Bing residence, watching him depart before turning back.

As for Qiannuo, she was completely dumbfounded, convinced that Qin Suru had lost her mind from excessive agitation. Ever since Le Ruyue and Jiang Yichen had uttered those words, Old Man Han had worn a guilty conscience—how could anyone think this had nothing to do with him? Yet why on earth was Qin Suru still keeping that old man around?

"My name is Lucifer, nice to meet you." Lucifer nodded in acknowledgment to Night Maple, his lips curving into a signature, alluring smirk.

A peculiar smile touched Luo Hao's lips as his figure suddenly shot forward; before he even arrived, a surging torrent of true qi had already crashed violently into the fat man.

Ye Rong's current symptoms were nearly identical to Zhang Yingying's past experiences with dysmenorrhea, though Ye Rong's case was far more severe, and her menstrual cramps were likely much more agonizing than Zhang Yingying's had ever been.

At that critical juncture, my unique constitution played a pivotal role. Combining my body's utmost yin blood with my pure yang physique alongside a specialized technique, I continuously transformed this yin energy before infusing it into the Xuangui Sword.

Stepping through the barrier, a deafening blast of music washed over me. Not far ahead, neon green lights spilled out from an entrance—it was precisely the Rose Bar I had been searching for.

Yet Shen Linfeng acted somewhat frantically, persistently trying to tear off my pants. He was impatient and utterly willful.

The tear tracks at the corner of Qin Miaoyin's eyes dried up. She gently opened her beautiful eyes and offered a soft smile to the quasi-emperor who was still putting up a desperate resistance.

"Truly wondrous!" Xiang Gangtian praised, finally grasping the unique properties of the Shennong cauldron, and thus began the genuine refinement process.

Yuhan and I hurried back to Luoying Pavilion. While secretly thanking our lucky stars that the guards at the gates hadn't noticed us, I didn't forget to instruct Yuhan to pile more charcoal into the brazier.

Yet he never expected that the moment his fist touched this peculiar ancient seal, the entire world would seem to collapse inward with him at its center.