Chapter 64

Lian Shizong's voice carried no emotion whatsoever, detached yet tinged with a coldness that involuntarily evoked a sense of alienation in anyone who heard it.

To lose her husband at such a young age, with not only a son by her side but also an unborn child in her womb, it seemed she was destined to wither away within the confines of this marquis's residence for the rest of her days.

Every conversation with Fu Xi left Jin Yan half-dead with anger, yet she never learned her lesson, becoming utterly infatuated with Fu Xi's refined yet roguish bad-boy charm.

The shores were littered with the wreckage of five-teeth warships and corpses horribly mangled by sharks.

Fatty Wen seized the opportunity to demonstrate his mercantile talent, transitioning from a supporting role to a leading one. As for the question of his loyalty, Jiang Li was not overly concerned.

"Hiss!" Everyone drew a sharp breath, all eyes turning toward the azure sky.

Lou Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement. That was indeed the truth; Huo Mingzhu was beautiful and full of spirit, yet she had already become a winner in life without needing to exert any effort.

The sound of porcelain shattering echoed from inside the room, making it abundantly clear that the occupant was furious. Should she succeed, what would become of her in the future? She would only end up just like him, consumed by excruciating agony.

"Plucking-Star Sacred Hand!" A flash of shock crossed Mu Wanrou's beautiful eyes. She recognized the technique Jiang Li had employed, but how could it possibly rival the martial techniques of the top factions in the Western Wasteland when it was merely a combat skill from the Spirit Martial Hall?

"Girl Fu, my golden body is shattered, and my foundation is damaged; I cannot hold on much longer. Go, and take this blood lotus with you—it rightfully belongs to you." The giant stone man moved sluggishly as he presented a blood lotus before Fu Yunshang.

We entered this school harboring our dreams, striving and fighting for them relentlessly. We have known hard work, we have known failure, but we have never given up. For someone once told us that for a human's brief life, we have only just begun.

After handing the three-stringed instrument over to her master, she returned straight to the estate. Without eating dinner, she retreated to her courtyard, bathed early, and sat by the carved window to enjoy the cool evening breeze.

Yet this was merely an image, an accomplished fact of the past. Her extended hand passed right through the illusion, snapping her back to reality.

Bai Ya shook her head. Chatting with Ermao stemmed more from a curiosity about the lives of ordinary people in this world rather than any intention of gathering intelligence.

He had always been slender; despite his height, his frame was far from robust, and normally he could never withstand the obstruction of the two of them.

Given how deeply Han Qinbao loved her and everything he had done for her, surely the two of them would share a wonderful union?

Xiao Ling vaguely sensed something, but she had been busy since early morning, her mind preoccupied with what the surprise might be, so she failed to capture her inner thoughts in time.

Someone wanted to speak, but after opening their mouth, they ultimately said nothing. Instead, everyone's gaze shifted to the person seated in the center.

It was precisely because of these backing reliances that Xu Yinglong did not retreat; instead, he hid on the sidelines to watch the live broadcast.

Having witnessed the camps and equipment of these crowds with their unfathomable motives, Wang Tao grew even more fond of the Blue-Skin Police gear, especially the cool armored hovercars with their matte black exterior shells.

Sure enough, Chu Yunmo led her drifting and flying across the vast river, far exceeding Lin Yixuan's own imagination. So she could tread the air so effortlessly across the river's surface, and her lightness kung fu could advance to such a degree.

Priest Winnie subsequently discovered the method to seal the Abyss, and the discovery of that method made her hesitate regarding her own decision.

Drained? Lu Yang's ears twitched as he heard the mage's curses without missing a word.

The sudden plunging into darkness and the sound of rapid footsteps made Weir realize that they had reached the dead end here.

Lin Yixuan unleashed all her might—thrusting her sword, striking with her palm, kicking fiercely—yet she still could not stop Chu Yunmo's liberties.

Furthermore, once the demons were eradicated, even if more mages emerged, they would no longer be branded as "minions of the devil," nor would they face public rejection and fear.

Lost in thought, Cheng Lingyu's mind illuminated the three-tiered, ten-soul golden pyramid with a dazzling radiance, while the Spring of Eternity within the pyramid blossomed with profound light, releasing a wave of conscious fluctuations.

The brilliant beam of light was unimaginably massive, exceeding a hundred zhang in diameter, with divine runes evolving within it, completely obscuring the appearance of the divine artifact.

"Dani, you didn't really fall asleep, did you?" Su瑞 let go of his hand, looking at Kang Fanni's face with utter disbelief as he asked.

Shangguan Jin spoke coldly, instinctively pulling Pei Zigin, who had been standing before her, behind her back.

"The Sacred Flame Sect is a sect without inheritors; it vanished back in ancient times, so you have nowhere to trace it," Shikai stated bluntly.

Dong Mingchen could no longer speak; he pulled Dongbaixue into his arms, tears streaming down his aged face.

The warm hand resting on Shangguan Jin's face drooped powerlessly, and her butterfly-like eyelashes slowly closed... Shangguan Jin closed her eyes... A single clear tear traced down her cheek, fell onto the other's face, and then slowly slid down, dissolving into the wind.

Before Shen Yanbo could reply, Bai Chi had already exited the room, closing the door behind him while remembering to make a funny face at the person inside.

This was so sudden; I truly never expected these two girls to kill me. My face was covered in blood, and it hurt like hell.

Later on, although the speed of cultivation gradually slowed down, now, a mere forty-some years later, she had already reached the peak of the Out-of-Body stage.