Chapter 94: Succubus (Part 2)

After Yan Xiangnuan ran out of the Qian Kun Tower, the people of Hongwu Village also followed her out. Everyone craned their necks to gaze at the giant dragons flickering and flashing in the sky, their eyes filled with uncontrollable awe.

"Then let one of you gentlemen inform my young master on my behalf," Sen Kelong said with a long breath, slowly releasing his grip. The dozen or so guards saw this and could no longer refuse; before long, they fetched Tsuyuki Hirotada.

What was causing such earth-shaking tremors and the rolling waves of heat that swept over them?

After dinner, Su Peiying also took Su Shenci to the Qi residence, and upon hearing the news, Cheng Huaizhi and Xing Zhi arrived as well.

No one answered him. Zhan Anxin, resting his head on his thigh, breathed shallowly and evenly, obviously asleep.

Guo Bin noticed them while they were inspecting him in return. Guo Bin and the sharp-nosed Xianbei noble exchanged polite smiles before each took his seat.

The power of the Fate Wheel Reincarnation Calamity was truly terrifying. Yet the caster had to accept the destined calamity that would affect Xiao Yu. This was the unavoidable fate that came with casting such a curse; any attempt to evade it was simply laughable.

The voice drew closer slowly, then faded away completely. Just as Li Zisong relaxed, waiting for them to leave, the Eighth Prince suddenly stopped in his tracks, halting before Li Zisong and his companion.

However, judging from Chang Li's display of his "I come to observe" attitude, his chess skills likely only compared to a firefly beside a bright moon.

After transforming into spiritual water, it was used as a medicinal catalyst. Only after taking it seventy-seven days could one fully recover.

After finishing his meal, Chen Xi resumed his meditation mimicry, which he had interrupted for several days. This time, he was far more diligent; his body, honed by the cold wind, better adapted to the strange posture.

Throughout the history of the cultivation world, every era witnessed the emergence of "Heaven’s Favored," those born with great fortune.

"Now I am a Lingji expert of the Jie Sect, having mastered the Samadhi True Fire and Qi Control techniques. You need not worry about my safety. Moreover, Master Jing Lei gave me half a stick of incense; in times of danger, they will come to my rescue," Ji Qiu said.

Immediately after, Ada released his magical power again, controlling the two gamblers beside Kleiding.

Regarding healing and saving lives, Liu Jie neither liked nor disliked it. Seeing a patient fully recover under his care might have initially brought him joy, but after so many years of medical practice, his feelings had dulled.

Hearing Xiao Leizi’s words, Ji Qiu did not respond immediately. He had been troubled over making a choice, but Xiao Leizi’s words reminded him that when unsure, the wisest course was to make no choice.

Unexpectedly, in such a vast place, only Chu Yuming sat on the sofa. Seeing her enter, he merely smiled and nodded in greeting.

Han Zhen habitually patted his pocket, took out a cigarette and lighter, and with a "click," lit it. He then rolled down the car window, quietly smoking while gazing into the distance.

But running a shop in Hangzhou City, if managed well, would only yield a few taels of silver in monthly profit.

Yet he truly could not understand why those he treated sincerely would deceive and exploit his trust so cruelly.

Although the General of Cavalry and his personal guard captain both held the third rank, the general wielded real authority.

Jun Nuo remained silent. At this moment, Ye Feng had already finished decocting the medicine and entered carrying a bowl of thick, black brew.

At this time, Shi Tian’s true body was sheltered within the royal barrier set by Emperor Shi, so there was naturally no risk. At least, as long as Emperor Shi remained alive, he was basically safe.

"Good," Rao Yao gratefully acknowledged Ming Xuan’s refusal to press for details, his eyes full of warmth.

The rich aroma wafted over; every dish appeared particularly appetizing, making one’s mouth water at the mere sight.

She did not know what she was holding onto, only that she felt guilty—guilty toward someone she loved deeply, someone she verbally claimed to trust but never truly did.

It felt as if countless horse-drawn carriages repeatedly crushed him, making the pain unbearable. Compared to this, the arrow wound in his chest was almost negligible.

A large group sat idly in the meeting room. Since the leader had not eaten, they dared not leave. Starving and listless, they looked utterly drained.

Su Rao looked up and met those deep, shadowy icy eyes. Yet her gaze seemed to have a quiet spring flowing within.

In this life plus the last, he had never served as class monitor. Asking him to be one now was a disservice to the students.

As for the stench, she had smelled it all along and had learned to ignore it; she ate the meal contentedly.

"But Dad... what if sister finds out the family has so much money and asks about it? You know her personality—before they even get together, she surely wouldn’t agree to accept so much money," Su Yang said.

Sang Ningmei, already weeping uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, suddenly drew a gleaming dagger from somewhere and pressed it against her neck.

Although the name was somewhat tacky, the first season of this variety show had been wildly popular nationwide, wielding considerable audience influence and attracting many fans.

Hearing Luo Potian’s voice, Liu Yifei trembled from nerves, nearly dropping her phone.

"I spent fifteen hundred yuan buying so much fabric. Don’t you have any questions for me?" Qin Xue thought that if it had been another man, he would have likely lost his temper by now.