99 Succubus (7)

At the moment of weightlessness, Yun Sang suddenly heard a voice as deep and magnetic as a dark pool calling out to her.

Only then did Yin Wangluan finally understand why Yun Sang’s eyes had been filled with such profound sorrow back in the carriage.

Their gazes locked; Qiao Ruotan’s azure eyes shimmered with a faint, watery light—a rare display of tears from him.

Time stood still inside; save for the sealed Bibi Dong, everything remained in deathly silence.

The person involved, Lu Tianming, was still secretly communicating with the artifact spirit, trying to urge it to intervene. However, the spirit remained stubborn, unwilling to waste its power on Elder Yi.

She hurriedly raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears, hoping Qiao Ruotan would not see them, lest he worry again. At this moment, she could not bear the concern of others; if she let it in, she would be unable to stop herself from pouring out all the dissatisfaction buried in her heart.

"They were injured more severely and are still recovering. My injuries are lighter, so I can open the door for you," Ning Qing replied without turning his head. He seemed to be preparing something.

It could be said that Jiang Yuyan was now using all his cleverness to ensure his own survival rather than thinking about how to complete the mission. Ye Ji felt quite helpless; this Jiang Yuyan was far too shrewd. Had he arrived just a moment earlier, Ye Ji would have already used him to scout the path ahead.

Since the Overlord had spoken, Mo Yufan could only obediently follow the instruction.

I sat alone in the dim living room, lost in thought as I watched the film projected onto the wall.

He wouldn't eat anything; in any case, Zhang Xian was not the type of person to touch dangerous items he shouldn't.

"The outline has long been branded in my mind; I’ve already played through it countless times in my thoughts," I said.

But those were matters for another time. For now, Wu Kai needed to grow and strengthen his influence, and the prestige of the Grand Preceptor of the Song Dynasty remained crucial. Thus, he could not tolerate a variable like Yue Fei.

In such a situation, let alone counterattacking, even evading was incredibly difficult. After all, the Beedrill far surpassed the Nidoking in both speed and reaction time.

"Whatever they intend to do, we must stop them," the shadowy figure in the corner who had disrupted the speech said ruthlessly in a low voice.

In the original story, the S.S. Anne did not employ any Heavenly Kings. Now that two had been hired, it was unclear if the ship would still sink as it did in the original narrative.

"Is this what you were looking for? And how did you know there were traces of fire here?" Dahai asked, puzzled.

"Why are you crying? Tell me what’s wrong, don't cry." Luo Hong could not stand seeing others weep. Seeing Vivi’s tear-stained face, he spoke hurriedly. Of course, he knew why Vivi was like this, but to make his performance more authentic, he asked anyway.

Thinking that Li Yuan might have simply registered at the Extraterrestrial Personnel Administration without ever visiting the containment base, Fatty Zhang, despite his inner doubts, said nothing at the time.

Seeing a blood-red shadow flash before him, the Cangming Demon Emperor suddenly unleashed a Shura Slash. With a thunderous boom, the shadow instantly dissipated.

Far away on the horizon, a purple glow radiated. The sunset was incomparably brilliant, casting its light upon the earth as if draping it in a shimmering, iridescent brocade.

After a long argument, both were left speechless. Lady Yu confessed to everything she had done and finally begged for Ji Yan'er to be spared, saying she was willing to leave.

The thing was, she had truly underestimated her enemy. Have you seen "Infernal Affairs"? It was just like that. The soldier she had casually grabbed turned out to be a mole planted by the Third Prince.

The third sword was the same. The power of world-purification was white, yet the leaves of the Reincarnation Ten-Leaf Grass remained orange. This was truly terrifying.

Ron was deep in thought. Enji did not know what was on his mind. "Let's go back." The spaceship spewed fire and ascended into the sky.

Shen Momo felt a bit dejected. Perhaps having experienced so much lately, the once spirited youth had finally become much more composed.

Gitu scanned his surroundings. Suddenly, a flash appeared before his eyes, and he stared straight ahead: lying upon that jelly-like blood was a beauty.

Did she ascend to immortality? How powerful was she really? Was it true or false that she created the Nine Paths of Heaven and Man? Had she truly killed an immortal? Countless such legends remained subjects of dispute among the people.

On the top ten floors of this office building, the decor was extremely magnificent compared to the ordinary floors below.

He patted his belly, pinched a spell, and transformed into a thin, large black pig with a long snout, short hair, sturdy hooves, and tusks, looking quite fierce.

"I promise, the next chocolate that damned God gives you will definitely not be what you want," the Underworld Lord said.

Once her emotional turbulence passed, she returned to her usual dignified and courteous self. Leaving the Empress Dowager’s embrace, she wiped her tears, rose to her feet, and curtsied, ready to plead for forgiveness.

Princess Zhaoping’s words immediately brought to mind how Zhu Li had sent Xi He out of the palace as soon as he ascended the throne, and naturally, more speculations began to form in people's minds.

If it weren't for Lian Fangzhou managing to secure a significant amount of silver and secretly channeling it to the Crown Prince through Li Fu, with a portion also reaching the Empress, the Eastern Palace and the Empress would have been even more destitute.

"That depends on how much farmland and property you have," Liu Yong said, pointing to a choice cut of pork belly and telling the butcher to carve that piece for him.

Lin Xiang’s expression was indifferent. His combat power was pushed to the extreme; with a single palm strike, the galaxy shattered, mountains collapsed, and as the rivers and mountains broke, storms were born. His tyrannical cultivation surged across the heavens, swearing to smash his opponent to pieces, leaving no bones behind, turning him into mere dust drifting in the air.

As Wu Fan walked out of the estate, he saw several police cars rushing toward it. Lowering his head, he crossed the road, hid his figure in the shadows, and headed toward his car.

The current situation was becoming increasingly severe, especially with the attitude of Qi Qiming, which had greatly affected them. He could no longer remain as calm as before; too many factors left them feeling a sense of unknown bewilderment, far from the feeling of having victory in their grasp as they once had.

Yet, these were also double-edged swords. Thanks to these underworld patterns, the perception of those inside the Xia-Yang Palace was greatly diminished.

To these underworld patterns, that fresh, profound yin blood was nothing short of a gluttonous feast.