102 Succubus (10)

She now harbored not the slightest affection for Chen Qingyang. If her grandfather insisted on her marrying him, she would rather shave her head and become a nun, living a lifetime devoted to the monastery.

Though he acted with lethal intent, Zhao Yu was not so reckless as to kill indiscriminately. Despite his boldness, he was not bloodthirsty. His plan was to eliminate at least three leaders and wipe out an entire squad; only then would the gathered warriors scatter in disarray.

This won’t do, she thought. I cannot let him control me. The Flowing Cloud Heart Technique is renowned for its strong defensive and counterattack abilities. If I am controlled, not only will my power be restricted, but I will also suffer even fiercer counterattacks.

Mo Ran no longer paid attention to Yun’er and immediately took out a bullet, melting metal to create a mold.

Yet now, facing a possible first-tier expert, even she became cautious, going so far as to instruct Jiang Yun.

He placed his sword beside the exorcism spray, as if an idea had struck him; a rare smile flickered across his usually stern face.

The white sea of clouds, and at its center, the swirling black vortex—this scene struck Jiang Yun’s heart with a sudden tremor.

Seeing Mo Ran return to her room, Yun’er also went back to his own quarters. He reflected that after returning to the Netherworld Palace and enduring that fierce battle, the gap between himself and others was still vast. He must train harder.

After the match, Ross wept, the commentators teared up, and countless fans who had once followed him had moist eyes. After the difficult days in New York and Cleveland, no one expected the rose to bloom again. Yet this indomitable rose blossomed anew at the American Aviation Center Arena.

Hearing Chen Qingyang’s calm yet imposing words, the cultivators watching felt their blood surge; their gazes grew even more reverent towards him.

Closing the letter, Chen Xu exhaled deeply and looked up at Wang Liu. “Grandfather Wang, I will be relying on you from now on.” With that, Chen Xu bowed deeply.

“Damn! Even if you want to accept bribes, must it be so blatant?” I roared inwardly.

After trudging about a dozen miles, the three stopped. There was still a long way to go, and the fat man, staggering as he was, certainly couldn’t continue.

Fang Jin sniffed deeply, following a faint fragrance to a purple herb, reaching out to touch it.

Finally, it dragged its crippled body to the peak of the mountain—on one side, a bottomless abyss; on the other, the place where the flowers of memories bloomed within the dream.

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Jiang Tianyuan sighed, “A century has passed, and things have changed beyond recognition. Very well, I shall first let you know the events of that time; otherwise, you would doubt the task I entrust to you.”

At the summit of the Sect Master Peak, the Evil Sovereign’s gaze swept over those still present. Seeing that all surviving sect representatives, save those from the Birth and Death Sect, wore submissive expressions, he turned his eyes to the surroundings, scrutinizing this familiar yet strange realm.

“I tell you, Third Brother, if you don’t change your temper, you’ll suffer losses sooner or later. You like drinking for no reason—how’s your taste now? Can you still savor flavors?” Han Ke smiled as he addressed the third brother, words relayed from Thomas.

Su Wenwen lowered her head silently, gripping Han Ke’s hand tighter involuntarily.

Lu Fei and Lin Feng had signed a master-servant seal, allowing them to sense each other’s presence. Of course, Lu Fei could feel Lin Feng’s presence only with Lin Feng’s permission, but Lin Feng could sense Lu Fei anytime within range.

After they dealt with his family matters, strange things followed. The second member also saw that person’s figure appear in his family portrait at midnight; within one minute, even one second, his entire family perished. After telling us, he himself died.

Though defeated, he found his weaknesses, which, for him, was a greater gain than loss.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Hai did not retreat at this moment, prompting Lin Weizhong to reconsider him.

Brother Sun hesitated not at all, raising his hand to slap his face midair, releasing a surge of spiritual energy that sent him flying.

Lin Feiyu sneered inwardly, knowing the Southern Mountain Spirit was causing trouble. He could not yet fully control the Prison Suppression Divine Armor and was powerless against the Southern Mountain Spirit.

They all hailed from noble families accustomed to flattery; Cheng Wushuang’s blatant disregard enraged the three instantly.

“What’s the difference?” Wen Qi said. Just a change of name; in the end, they still snatched the person away, leaving him deprived of the joy.

Chu Yi showed no mercy, snapping his fingers to launch three violet-gold beams at the trio.

However, as Chu Yi schemed to absorb the power within the stone pillar, the air above it twisted; from the warped void, a graceful figure emerged with exquisite steps.

“Principal Zhou, please have a seat,” Lin Mengshan placed a wooden chair beside the elder.

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Unable to suppress the nausea, he hurriedly dodged from the kang table and ran to the toilet in the corner.

Wei’s heart skipped a beat; seeing her husband’s pale face, she dared not delay and immediately called to the waiting maid outside.

In the dark, profound Buddhist hall, a crisp cracking sound echoed, as if a statue had shattered.

Thus, I could only let Ye Suian continuously slay demons, level forbidden zones, and face the incense-offering immortals, pushing him to constant breakthroughs.

After ensuring no one from the alliance knew, I could no longer contain my confusion and came seeking answers.

Xu Langya clutched his belly, hair disheveled, utterly bedraggled and still in disbelief.

An angry voice rang in his ear; Liang Wanyu halted abruptly, eyes suspicious as he looked toward the source.

White Whale bent over, sitting down on the instrument. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pushing a fine needle down his pants until he saw it slot into the main machine’s port.

Are these children that extraordinary? She had thought this task was light and simple, yet with considerable merit points; no wonder no one questioned or competed for it before.

His strikes were so precise that the blade’s edge came within a hair’s breadth of the demon king’s tough tiger bone without touching it.

The thought chilled me to the bone: could this be the one who has been secretly watching me all along? Sent by the King of Hell?