Chapter 34

Jiang Jiuyue smiled sheepishly and turned to see how the top courtesan, Liu Ling, was faring, only to lock eyes with her. She saw nothing but admiration and excitement in Liu Ling’s gaze; a kindred spirit is hard to find.

Because both men had Emei piercers wedged between their lower teeth, Lu Hao’s kick caused them to lose quite a few teeth instantly. Pain forced them to clutch their mouths and collapse to the ground, yet they dared not pull the weapons out.

After these elves died, they naturally passed on the secrets of this divine realm to their descendants, and among these elves was one named Liam.

Even if the Xie family was unwilling to expose such strength, they could easily have sent experts in secret. With Zhou You’s strength at the time, it would have been difficult for him to survive.

Yue Qinghuan was dazed. She knew that what Immortal Lord Danhu said might make sense; with the Demon Emperor about to awaken, they had more important matters to attend to.

Since Yan Jiuyuan had led Yu Qiantuo and the others to mistakenly believe she had been taken to the City of Myriad Demons, it proved that she was not currently in that vicinity.

Ding Xuan nodded with difficulty once more, his intention clear: he wanted the shop clerk to perform acupuncture on him.

Lin Xiyao stretched and twisted her stiff neck. She had intended to see if she could absorb the power of moonlight through meditation, but ended up falling asleep instead.

"Exactly. Eldest sister’s cooking is so delicious, Xue’er will surely grow up plump and healthy, and you won’t even be able to carry her," Xue’er said with a sweet, obedient smile.

Beyond his coercion, the only other thing that would keep her mind occupied while she was ill must have been the events of the twenty days she was away from him—things she could not let go of.

An Yiran unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, but she did not see Jing Zhichen follow her.

The prison entrance was already swarming with corpse demons, similar to the day before but in even greater numbers. The atmosphere was tense and ready to snap. Several soldiers stood guard with rifles, while Murong Xiuyi blocked their path, arguing fervently with the opposition, though I could not understand what was being said.

Li Mingxuan had to cooperate with the corpse demons; otherwise, relying solely on human strength, they could not withstand any enemy. At this moment, aside from him and Su Zicheng, it could be said there were no other experts left.

At this moment, even though she should have been so happy, her heart felt as if it were being torn apart, shattered by agonizing pain.

The second senior brother looked stunned and could not help but offer a bitter smile. It seemed this senior sister was deeply favored by their master, who had even gifted her his most cherished divine dagger.

Wait! There was one more thing! Chu Tian was now sixteen or seventeen, which meant he was only six or seven when he turned into a corpse demon! I began to understand why his gaze toward Wang Na was so gentle; it was because he, like her, had endured that kind of traumatic experience—the tragedy of losing all support and drifting alone through the world.

The memory of how the second captain had defeated the nine of them in a single breath remained unforgettable. The terrifying aura he possessed had left the nine team members with a mountain-like mental block in their cultivation.

After steadying my emotions, I opened the door and left the bedroom. There was a faint scent of alcohol in the air; I suspected Fan Ye’s addiction had flared up again. Seeing me emerge, Fan Ye hurriedly stowed away the bottle, causing a clatter of glass as the bottles knocked together.

Yue Hua did not sleep. She stared fixedly at the bed, watching me and Sun Yun, a trace of jealousy seemingly surfacing in her eyes. Why didn’t she have friends like these? Was it because she was a corpse demon? But then, why did I?

Now that the attention of the two big shots, Sikong Changming and Zheng Guanyun, had been drawn, let’s see how you die.

Seeing that Ye Yun had no fabric in her hands, the man came out to introduce the shop’s textiles and picked up a ruler, ready to take her measurements at any moment.

After the simple, ancient longsword vanished into the air, it lost all aura, appearing no different from an ordinary iron sword.

Seeing Ye Yun pause in her tracks, Gu Yingying grew suspicious and followed her gaze toward the foul-smelling ditch.

Lin Tian remained silent. The death of his parents was something he would never forget in this lifetime.

His words did, however, pique Lin Tian’s curiosity; these were indeed things he had not been able to uncover previously.

From the moment Fu Jinli left the palace for her studies, she could not be left alone for even a moment, for fear that one lapse in attention would lead to disaster.

Teased by Xiao Chen in this way, Su Weiyang quickly sniffled, then took a tissue to wipe her face.

Li Ming had nowhere to retreat as Ye Zhiyuan’s scent washed over him. With her soft body and sweet fragrance, Li Ming’s breath hitched. His vision blurred for a moment as his glasses were snatched away, and Ye Zhiyuan’s face was suddenly magnified several times over.

If she were the person she had been before, she would not have cared even if she had to travel the world alone, let alone Tianlan. But now... Su Xia rubbed her temples, glancing with a headache at the large, black bird squatting beside her that looked so clumsy and dull.

Xiang Tiantian was completely unable to resist. Pressed into the sofa by his heavy body, she could only endure.

Chen Rong stared blankly at the television screen, her lips suddenly curving into a silent smile... while tears streamed down her face unchecked.

Ning Yuanlan finally remembered. Of course, the egg had always been in the mother’s womb, so naturally, it counted from the day the egg appeared in her mother’s womb.

"Don't touch me." He tilted his head back, his eyes clear and calm, though his hands trembled involuntarily.

Luo Feng was so anxious to cultivate the next generation because he knew he could not wait for his own biological heirs to be born, nor could he wait for them to grow old enough to shoulder the burden of the nation and sit securely in this position, which had always been surrounded by blood and storms.

At the tip, countless alloy-machined parts had been polished to create two distinct types of arrowheads: one blunt and one sharp.

Several guards in black moved silently from the distance, and Xia Feng hurriedly reached out to cover Qing Zhu’s mouth.