Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Four: Touching His Lips...

The knocking was made by her. She looked in terrible condition, filthy all over and weak to the point of exhaustion.

The soul of Wang Song had been slapped out of him, hanging in the senior brother’s hand like a coat.

Everyone was hoping that with dawn would come recovery, order, and the end of this inexplicable absurdity.

For an experienced fighter, the instant an opponent raises a hand, they can foresee the next move and even the range of all possible follow-up attacks. With training, that instinct becomes the skill of counterattack.

A good half hour later, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly heard hurried footsteps and ragged breathing. Looking toward the sound, he saw a group of people coming up from the mountainside.

Jin Jiang and Lin Yang hurriedly fired at the shadow, but they had not even seen its features clearly.

He had once spent some time on the Dark Star, so he knew of the hellhound of Cthulhu Endalos. It was a demon beast of a superior Cthulhu bloodline. Its power was not enough to shake the heavens and earth, but this kind of undead creature was extremely hard to deal with.

Now, at long last, an intruder had appeared, and he decided he must toy with the fellow thoroughly, to ease the loneliness of ten thousand years.

He turned to look at Ye Xuan, intending to thank her, only to find that she paid no heed at all and had already gone forward on her own to inspect the corpse of the zombie rat.

The shadow behind him gave a long howl that seemed to shake the soul. In the next instant, the dagger of death was pressed against Su Ling's chest.

"You, you, you—who are you? What do you want?" A middle-aged man in a purple-gray robe, his hand trembling slightly, still seemed unable to recover from the shock of what had just happened. Fear welled in his heart.

"You can talk if you want; if not, keep watching TV. If you don't want to watch, turn left at the door. Thank you." Zhong Buchuan had me pegged, and he leaned back comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed, looking utterly smug.

He was destined to walk this road, because this was a world where the strong ruled. To let him live forever beneath another's protection was not something either of us wished to see.

"Heh heh! Finally out. I've been waiting for this a long time." Lin Fan's pitch-black hand grabbed out and directly hauled the fellow, already smashed dead, behind him. After everything had been cleared away, he would come back and search the corpse thoroughly.

The fourth level of the Illusory Realm Labyrinth was vast, but the Flame Demon Bull could keep sensing its presence. Thus the trapped skeleton could only flee without end, while the Flame Demon Bull would pursue and hunt it without end as well.

Whether it was the people of the Slayer God Sect or those of the Dark Gate, they could hardly believe what they saw. In the sky, the Dark Cult Master who had been about to unleash the Jade Core Bomb, along with Zhao Lifeng behind him, had their heads and bodies suddenly severed. Blood surged from their broken necks like a fountain.

The head magistrate folded his hands respectfully. The smiles on the two faces were remarkably alike. Even if Black Soil did not understand the inside story, he could still guess a little of what they meant to do, and could not help sighing inwardly.

The harsh environment here proved that point. To be able to survive in such a place was truly terrifying.

When Dong Mingcheng tried to snatch it back again, Ah Hua suddenly appeared and clamped both hands around Dong Mingcheng's throat.

The golden-armored divine troops were enraged. With beastlike growls, they struck at once, trying to seize the pillar of space, but their grasp caught only empty air.

Daoist Xu Hai had lived to the present day as an ancient monster, already over five hundred years old. The longer one lived, the stronger one became, and the more one feared death. From ancient times to the present, it had always been so.

Ye Xi personally went to fetch her own long jade flute and played in duet with the other side. The music drew people from the surrounding pleasure boats, all of them drifting closer.

At last, the torture was over. Feng Huaying did not even want to move a finger, staring up at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

In Jianglin Town, Old Master He held the greatest power. Even the county magistrate had to show him some deference from time to time, so if one wished to gain a foothold in Jianglin Town, one had first to pay a visit to Old Master He.

At last everyone understood what they had been arguing about. It turned out one wanted to marry, while the other refused to wed.

Hou Kui drained the cup in his hand in one gulp and slammed it hard onto the table. The innkeeper thrust one hand into He Mei's bosom to knead and fondle her, while with the other he accompanied Hou Kui in finishing the wine in his cup.

He had come straight to the Manor of King Li today and asked to see the Princess Consort of Li, for two reasons. First, this was the Manor of King Li; no matter whom he came to see, everything would remain within Feng Jue's sight, and he truly did want to see how the princess had been lately. Second, he wanted to probe how much Feng Jue valued this princess consort of his.

Moreover, from the way King Li spoke on the surface, he likely truly did not know what performances would be featured at the banquet. It would not hurt to mention it and test the waters. No matter how fearsome it might be, King Li had only just arrived in Ye Lan. He must surely still have some misgivings, or else he would not have arranged this banquet today.

Hearing this, Yao Chuxi's gaze seemed to freeze within her eyes for a moment. Her eyes grew moist, shrouded in a thin mist. She knew clearly that those were not her tears; it was simply that her thoughts matched the emperor's, and knowing that he worried for her, she too felt deeply sorrowful.

Upon hearing Tan Huan's words, Hong Hua rose on her own to serve tea, and Jin Hua also cooperated, lifting the freshly brewed black tea. The two sisters walked over to Shura Sha.

Wan Ming was in charge of the streaming section. Understanding audience preferences was very important. Styles and tastes were always changing, and only by continuously going deeper into that understanding could one firmly hold the manager's position in the division.