Volume 1, Chapter 67: Must Be Two Meters Tall, Right?

His lips brushed against hers in a chaotic and light bite, carrying a touch of tease, a hint of possessiveness, and a measure of punishment.

Glancing around to make sure everyone else was ready as well, Chi Xiaoqing finally began to deal the cards.

"Awooo!" The Count stretched out his neck, let out a fierce roar, and pounced forward. The ferocious Count struck against the colossal door's chest with a resounding crash, hitting it squarely like a giant iron hammer.

"Finish your breakfast first. Once you're done, I'll give you all a gift, and you'll understand when the time comes." Ye Feng smiled mysteriously as he looked at the group.

Seeing Luo Xi calmly block the Nether Panther's sneak attack, Tian Ao knew immediately that she had long since seen through the demonic beasts' tactics. To be able to discover the crucial flaw amidst such high-frequency attacks—such exceptional observational skills forced even him to nod in admiration.

Upon seeing the shocking death photographs and the line of text written on the back, the Federal Reserve's executive chairman sat frozen in stunned silence for a full ten minutes; he could never have imagined this.

Neither Luo nor Tian Ao made any move to stop the demonic beasts' advance. Instead, they took a few steps back to leave a larger space for them. Both men shared the exact same thought: this level of attack could not possibly harm Xi'er / Luo Xi.

Such explosive news would likely be even more sensational than that concerning the great vocalist Xia Meng, and it was bound to trigger a massive uproar in public opinion throughout society.

Song Wanxin watched helplessly as her husband frequently frequented the deep palace, growing paranoid, suspicious, and full of anxiety. Instigated by Xu Hui, she sent people to tail her husband, and whenever he returned a little late, she would subject him to endless interrogation, driving Young Master Xiahou utterly mad with frustration.

Wu Qimeng also realized that her previous actions had been a bit too much. Now, she lowered her head and twisted shyly in embarrassment. Coaxed and caressed by Mo Yang, the group finally stepped out of the room and headed toward the place where the God-Slaying Sword was born.

"Come in." A man dressed in guard attire walked in, wearing a half-mask on his face and carrying a tray in his hands. Resting upon it was an exquisite piece of jade that was clearly of immense value, which was why no one dared to let just anyone handle it casually.

Finding a chair in the corner, Qiao Chu sat down. Not knowing where her assistant had gone and too lazy to look for her, she simply sat in place and zoned out, lost in her own thoughts.

She rolled up her sleeves. Inch by inch, her lotus-root-like arms were devoid of a single patch of intact skin. Blackish and greenish bruises covered her entire arms like coiled, multicolored snakes—the marks left by clubs, alongside the raw, split flesh inflicted by leather whips.

Chen Lingyan grabbed the napkins from the table to wipe herself down, then crumpled them into balls and threw them at A San.

Wan Qi was utterly embarrassed by the old man's compliments; this old fogey could praise someone so hard he practically dug out spiritual roots of flattery.

"Demonic fiends of the cult, coming all the way to Tonghe County just for the thousand-year-old flood dragon's demonic core—don't even dream of succeeding!" After placing Zhang Liang and the others safely on the bank, Shen Xiu took a step forward. His gray swordsman's robes fluttered wildly in the wind, and a formidable aura erupted from his body.

Xu Yingdong said indifferently, "Understood. You called me here just to use me as a human flesh radar. I'm going." Zhang Nianzu chuckled.

Walking disconsolately down the corridor, Rosa spotted Lin Lan and the professor emerging from afar and heading toward the hospital room. Driven by some inexplicable impulse, she quietly followed behind them, watching as they pushed the door open and entered.

After leaving the Zhan residence, the more she thought about it, the stranger it felt, and the more nonsensical Song Wanjun's words seemed to her.

After successfully pulling at one corner, Xiu Qiqi shifted to a different angle and continued pulling. Cheng Dajun remained immersed in his own thoughts and paid little attention, while Instructor Wu closely observed Xiu Qiqi's every move, seemingly evaluating something.

One had to admit that this Spiritual Eye truly lived up to its name; no matter why even Liu Xiangxiang held it in such extremely high regard.

The next day, everyone in the camp learned that the opposite bank of the river had been attacked by mutated spiders, resulting in heavy casualties. Even their Great Wizard had been buried within the spider swarm.

Mother Lu figured that you get what you pay for, and since the family wasn't short on money nowadays, she ultimately accepted Zhou Chen's recommendation and chose to let the decoration company handle everything, including household appliances.

Some creatures place the utmost importance on the glory of their ancestors deep within their bloodline, seeking to undergo atavism to become divine beasts. Others, possessing astonishing talent and brilliance, completely abandon their ancestors' bloodline, relying entirely on their own strength to continuously undergo metamorphosis, breaking through the inherent limitations of their race to become an entirely new species—a new and powerful divine beast.

Looking as if he didn't believe it, Xie Zhong picked up the sheet of paper he had just put down with his right hand and compared it to the one in his left hand, finding the handwriting noticeably different.

Sure enough, the soldiers of the Bairao army who approached within a hundred paces of Hong Xiang began to loose their arrows. Although the distance was too great, rendering many of the arrows completely harmless, and Hong Xiang held an absolute advantage overlooking them from the tree, combined with Bairao's military order to capture Hong Xiang alive which made the men hesitant to shoot with full force, all these factors seemed to work in Hong Xiang's favor.

Resembling a rose in the night, it was blooming with breathtaking beauty. That eerie color, resembling fresh blood, carried an inexplicable charm that involuntarily captivated people's minds and made them lose themselves within it.

For him, battle was the thing he desired most in this lifetime. And a good opponent, a well-matched adversary, was something that could only be met by chance and never sought by design.

This scene was somewhat bizarre: where on earth had the mutated mushrooms obtained the nutrients to drive such frantic growth? The tallest mushroom here was actually as tall as a two-story building.

Xu Xianxian's consciousness had just returned to the Demon Tombs and she had not yet investigated the outside situation, which was why she asked that question.

The moment Titch finished speaking, a fine black needle pierced precisely into his heart. Immediately afterwards, Conrad was also pierced into a hedgehog, the two of them using their own bodies to block the attack for Brera.

One letter was addressed to Lady Yun, serving as the customary reward following a night of imperial attendance. The reward was quite ordinary—merely some bolts of fabric and jewelry, which clearly revealed Emperor Jing's attitude.

"Why hasn't she been eliminated yet?" Without sensing the faint tone within his own words, a certain crown prince voiced his genuine question.