044. Tarn’s Care, and Reaching Level 5!

Qi Ran frowned, a helpless tone in her voice:
"Thane, please do not waste your physical energy cleansing me every single time!"
"Wiping the bloodstains off my face with a cloth is quite enough!"
Thane was acting somewhat like an overly doting senior relative—much like a first-time uncle—taking far too good care of her!
Qi Ran felt overwhelmed by such special treatment, and also deeply uncomfortable with it!
After all, they were in the midst of a perilous trial!
Using a purification skill merely to remove a bit of blood from her face...

Jiang Yin took the afternoon off; her condition genuinely required proper rest, and she could no longer stay at the hospital.
Noticing Su Nian's poor complexion, Fu Yichen furrowed his brow slightly, wanting to ask something, but the words died on his lips.
Hearing all of this, Fu Yichen felt a sudden headache coming on. Shouldn't such questions be directed at his cousin who had married at a tragically young age? What good was asking him?

Walking home, Ayana Amamiya, carrying a plastic bag, turned her head to look at Yusei Watanabe walking beside her.

***

Yang tried to shake off Che's hand, which was holding his, only to find a heat source as soft as cotton suddenly thrust into his arms.
Following the conclusion of this banquet, Yusei Watanabe had thoroughly established a familiar presence within the author circle, leaving a remarkably positive impression on many writers.
Feng Duxing had already completely drained the residents of the City of Great Gods of their money. Shifting to a new place to continue his daily routine, travel, kill to increase his spirit prohibitions, and so on, held immense appeal for him.
Li Yang set the baseline: the second-grade spirit rice would be used for gifting and exchanging with official authorities, while the production of the first-grade spirit rice was too scarce, making it exclusively for his own cultivation use.
The vacant room where Feng Duxing was staying now held a freshly washed and dried Feng Duxing, who was gazing at a likewise washed and dried Lin Daha.
At 7:00 PM, the sky had already grown dark, but the surrounding lights had also been switched on, illuminating the plaza in Zihe Park as brightly as day.
"If you manage to write to the level of wielding an iron pen with silver hooks, I will reward you with a pair of bird wings so you can fly out and play the angel." When Chen Xu spoke, his delivery remained stiff and awkward, as if he felt quite uncomfortable.
After exchanging glances, Wei Yan and Yuan Sanhu could not help but harbor some doubts regarding the administrative competence of this Senior Brother Shi.
Knowing that further explanations were futile, Qian Beibei could only glare fiercely at the grinning Lin Xifan.
Instantly, dozens of towering figures materialized around the Lord of the City of Destiny. Their pitch-black bodies appeared immense, mighty, and unyielding, while the formidable aura they exuded sent waves of palpitating dread through anyone who sensed it.
As for his own family and younger generations, although Liang Dang could not speak of the matter explicitly, issuing a warning to them was still quite necessary, lest they inadvertently offend this terrifying entity one day and leave themselves in a disgraceful predicament.

***

From the aura of the black radiance, Liang Dang sensed the presence of a puppet beast. At that moment, he no longer doubted that a puppet beast was behind the mischief—that damned creature.
The atmosphere inside the room was oppressively heavy. Li Jie had also stopped eating, looking on with a helpless expression. Her frail appearance was heartbreakingly pitiful.
Therefore, gathering twelve Gold Saints and twelve Gold Cloths to concentrate all their power into the Arrow of Aiolos in a suicidal manner possessed enough might to breach the Wailing Wall. It was not that Gold Cloths and Gold Saints were truly that invincible, but rather that every single Gold Cloth stored a vast amount of power accumulated over countless years.
"Your Majesty Gloria!" shouted the Light Crown Divine Lord Barok, absolute despair gripping his heart. Even the supreme pinnacle powerhouse of the Divine Realm of Light had fallen; was there any hope left for the Divine Pantheon of Light?
As it turned out, Chen Hao was the first to use the restroom this morning, and Gu Mengyan, having just woken up, was banging on the bathroom door in anxious fury, calling out incessantly.
As for our lovable troublemaker Fusheng, who was finally able to grow up, he stood at the main entrance of the church holding two party poppers.
"Well then, this secret manual was passed down to me by my master. Have a good look at it yourself first, and if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me later," Uncle Qiu said as he handed the manual to He Tianlong.