Chapter 38

Youzi Shi happened to be wearing a pair of thick-soled leather shoes purchased for him by Su Yin. Before he went on stage, she had insisted on polishing them until they shone. Now, as his resonant and impassioned voice rang out, all the audience members involuntarily looked down at his feet, feeling a sense of shock.

The crowd, originally full of joy, let out a collective "aww" and deliberately put on long faces. They all wanted to eat the food cooked by Sun Ershuang.

To be honest, Liu Xuanmiao did not know why she was so certain, but she just had this feeling. However, considering that He Ge was not in a good mood, she decided not to expose him.

At this moment, Huan Meng suddenly felt an itch in her eyes. A strange, inexplicable superpower, stemming from the Seed of Demon Qi, began to condense within her gaze.

Yet, she was determined to let Lu Tingsen shine before everyone today, to let everyone know of his existence—that he was not just her boy toy, but a man of true talent and strength.

Although there were one hundred thousand rangers clearing the way, the march was still slowed by the occasional ravines and deep valleys.

Chen Feng was stunned. "Dual cultivation?" Upon hearing these two words, he felt not a shred of joy; instead, the pain in his back vanished, replaced by a chilling sensation.

The pale green light slowly dissipated. The crystalline scales formed by the eight magic patterns touched the weakest point of the armor before dissolving into specks of light.

Just then, the gray stone statue came charging over, wobbling. A hazy gray light emanated from its body, fueled by hundreds of Earth Origin Beads.

Rong Xun grew angry. Hah, this was the first time anyone had dared to speak to her like that. Without a word, she stomped down hard with her high heels, but the other party had anticipated this move, and the two began to fight in the room.

This sword had been a gift from his Sect Leader. He had always treasured it like a precious jewel and had never used it to kill anyone. Yet now, he wanted to use the sword gifted by his master to personally slay that blood-sucking monster.

Xiong Gang spoke up, and Li Meng smiled. As long as he had one truly useful ally, he, Li Meng, had already succeeded.

Moreover, the teahouse owner was likely not simple. To be able to remain calm and chat freely in such a perilous environment, he was surely no ordinary person.

Yin Zhaojing held a golden rope in his mouth and climbed up along Sha Putong's body. Upon reaching the tree where the belt was tied, he reached out to pull the supine Sha Putong up and helped him undo the belt that bound his feet.

Something cold streaked across her cheek, and it was only when she reached up to touch it that she realized it was a tear.

Asas erupted with powerful force. Even Ye Yun felt the strain, letting out a muffled groan as his face flushed red.

His home was on the ground floor, so he planned to just peek through the window tonight to satisfy his longing by catching a glimpse of his parents. He would return the next morning when it was light; there would be plenty of time to look closely then.

"Do you think people like them, who only bully the weak and fear the strong, and who would betray their former brothers just to save their own lives—do you think it is I who am cruel, or they?" To Yu Xiaomo's accusation, Xing Yue did not answer directly, but slowly laid out a truth from a different perspective.

Fuyun Nuan’s jade sword flew from her hand! It cut through the night sky like a shooting star, slicing through the yin energy to tangle with the fierce ghosts outside the righteous hall.

It was early spring, and the weather was slightly cool. She wore long sleeves, the width of which was just right, not hindering her movements. She wore her hair in a fishtail braid coiled at the back of her head, secured with a white jade hairpin—elegant, refined, and dignified.

Zheng Tiandi was a coward who feared death; he was likely dreaming of seeing his boss, as that was his only hope for rescue.

The moment the water droplets dissolved within Su Chuan’s body, the massive death aura that had existed inside him immediately began to transform, turning into vibrant vitality that surged through his entire frame.

At this moment, there was no sign of the Third Prince of Chu. His only son hung before the gate like a corpse, and it was unclear whether he still breathed.

Lin Mo said, "A hundred taels were promised, so it must be a hundred taels." He Ren grew anxious and said, "Consider it a reward from me." Lin Mo had no choice but to accept, and only then did He Ren smile happily.

He had always depended on his father for survival and had never even stepped out of Yu City. Why? If the Witch Clan was as great as Uncle Zhu claimed, with so many responsibilities to shoulder, why had he never received any missions or orders?

This was a home-cooked dish that everyone knew how to make, but when it came to actually preparing it, it was far from ordinary.

Gu Qingchen took one look at the sinister, blood-red, and malevolent blood talisman on the black silk, and his expression changed instantly.

Yin Susu pointed at the bespectacled man and said, "Why don't you properly ask your 'good' nephew what kind of wicked things he's actually been doing?"

Murong Lan never understood what fate and destiny truly were. She had deep, devoted love for Tuoba Jie, who had once reached out to save her, and continued that entanglement with him through a life of half-dreams and half-waking. Yet, everything did not turn out as beautifully as she had hoped.

Fine, no matter how composed they were, they could not afford to provoke Jiuyou. The three hurried out of the hall and vanished into the night. An Zi made his official entrance; he landed and slipped into the hall, which was filled with top-tier, antique furniture and exquisite decor.

With no other choice, he could only embrace death to carve out a path to the Yin-Yang realm. He wiped the look of despair from his face as he climbed out of bed. The two animals sat before him as if seeing him off, and An Zi glared at them in annoyance.