Chapter 39: A Man and a Woman Alone

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Mu Yan’s words stunned everyone present. Not only Pei’er, but even the two maids were left dumbfounded.

One of them quickly regained her senses and said firmly, "Eldest Young Master, please put the Young Mistress down. What you are doing is highly improper."

"Is protocol more important than a life?" Mu Yan held Song Qiao tightly...

The players were in a frenzy—truly, a complete frenzy. They had dealt over two million points of damage in a single second; such immense power. They were worthy of being called the "Three Bandits."

The soldiers of the Great Xing Army, formerly the Great Shun Army, were mostly of humble, impoverished origins. They easily identified with Li Yuangong’s ideals and began to put them into action, which was undoubtedly a positive development.

The restrictive barriers of the palace wove brilliant patterns in the void; though they flickered under the force of Yun Yi’s frantic assault, they remained as solid as a fortress.

With a terrifying, earth-shaking roar, the sun in the sky transformed into a moon, shrouding the entire arena. Every gaze was drawn toward it.

Looking at the fervent eyes before him, the Heaven-Extinguishing Demon knew he could not refuse them, so he simply let them have their fun.

Despair suddenly washed over them. With their Young Master unable to fight, it was impossible to defeat this fire giant that could regenerate its health.

A wave of scorching heat surged forth from the scroll. The flames upon the fiery stars seemed to dance, radiating ripples of intense heat.

Its state of absolute defense was thus shattered, no longer immune to the damage from the Nether Poison Fire skill, and its health points plummeted rapidly to zero.

"Come over here now," Gu Mohai’s distinctively low, magnetic voice came through, flat and devoid of any emotion.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lin Shiyu noticed he was reacting again, so she grabbed an object and threw it hard at his face.

Qin Mu was somewhat stubborn; though her voice was not loud, she expressed her thoughts with unyielding resolve.

Qin Xing stopped urging him on, her heart tightening as she watched Ming Xuan rushing through the river, then glanced at the Canglan forces drawing ever closer.

In the end, she had tried every plea for mercy, yet none had any effect. As if he were deaf to her, Gu Yi kept turning her over. Her body was delicate and soft, and he molded her into every imaginable shape, tossing her back and forth.

Taking a deep breath, An Ge thought of Director Ding’s advice: as long as she took good care of herself, there would definitely be hope.

His burning gaze seemed as if it would swallow her whole. Could it be because of her period a few days ago?

Now that someone had escorted them to the door of the commander’s quarters, these guards were putting on airs of borrowed authority. Guo Jing detested these snobs who preyed on the weak while relying on the power of others.

With a loud thud, a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen, causing Han Feng’s mind to reel with dizziness. Like a kite with a broken string, he flew backward, stopping only just before he hit the wall.

Crocodile did not possess the keen insight of Dragon. In Crocodile’s eyes, Itachi was merely a rookie pirate.

Her eyes remained fixed on the search for a folk miracle doctor, never daring to relax for a moment. She could use a mix of grace and threats to force the imperial physicians to keep their mouths shut, and she could do the same to any so-called folk doctor—it was just that the imperial notice had been posted for ten days, and no one had dared to claim it.

Behind him, three tails formed from red chakra coalesced, and ears quietly sprouted atop his head.

Duan Ke did not intend to help; instead, he chose to follow the stairs from the third floor directly down to the sixth. Once he retrieved the instrument, he could leave the laboratory, and it would no longer matter to him who won or lost.

"Mr. Duan Ke, I know where Alec lives. Please take me away. Look at Alec—he clearly isn't going to make it." Seeing Alec speak up, Oba Lu felt the man had lost his utility and hurriedly spoke.