32 The Hard-Hearted Supporting Character Who Abandoned His Wife and Children (7)

Nangong Yan remained unconscious, yet he retained a sliver of awareness. His brows were furrowed deeply, as if he were enduring excruciating pain, and his face was deathly pale, drained of all color. Yan'er, gripped by an inexplicable tremor in her heart, found herself walking over instinctively, drawing a handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow.

The Blood Demon Divine Art is considered a top-tier secret technique, even within the Thousand Feather Sect and the Blood Shadow Sect.

His eyes filled with disbelief; he had suspected countless people of being the mole within Cold Moon Villa, but he had never imagined it could be the Seventh Elder.

He lay quietly in a pit, not yet dead—at least he was still breathing—but he was too weak to speak, his gaze vacant, revealing an indescribable sorrow.

No sooner had everyone dropped their luggage into the hotel than they were immediately summoned out, instructed to bring only simple toiletries and the like.

"I... I just heard from my grandfather that Mr. Zhan is a high achiever, so I came to ask a question." Ni Sicang’s eyes darted around, betraying her guilty conscience.

Just as Qian Shanyue was about to slap Zheng Shuang to death, a faint ripple suddenly emanated from the void.

Behind her, the swishing sound of a great serpent slithering, the damp breath from its maw, and the sensation of a forked tongue flicking against Bin Lan’s back and neck...

Gazing at the gaunt old man’s ferocious face, a sudden madness surged into his dark eyes. He resolutely swallowed the Spirit-Restoring Purple Pill, the Nine-Soul Pill, and the Soul-Returning Pill, taking precautions against any eventuality.

Where on earth had that pervert Murong Yun run off to? What happened to the promise to protect her? Dammit, a man’s word is truly not to be trusted.

Su Wanwan pondered for a moment, then gathered some food with Qi Chengfeng and headed together toward the residence of Young Master Moshang.

"My body is too light; a breeze from outside the island could blow me away." The red dress woven from her resentment danced in the wind, surprisingly sturdy.

It was only because she saw that Yan Jinyun disliked Yan Jinyu and wanted to help teach Yan Jinyu a lesson that she had offended her at the underground racetrack.

The Azure Flame Qilin roared and charged forward, only to be pressed down by that person’s hand, forced to crawl on the ground, unable to move an inch.

Why did Zhang Muliu have a natural affinity for the Taoist sects? It was because he had chosen the path to become a human, a path of cultivation to become a True Man.

Guo Cheng'an laughed with open-hearted ease, feeling no psychological burden at all, as if he truly were the one in charge of this territory.

Baole endured her nausea and claimed this luxurious decomposition chamber custom-made for her. If her family were held hostage, she would surely surrender, but with her current Demon King physique, this cell could neither hold her nor decompose her.

Qiao Yushan’s reputation now rivaled that of Zhang Muliu; whenever the subject of flood control was raised, this young man was invariably mentioned.

Baole’s mouth was blocked, making it impossible to breathe normally. Struggling in discomfort, she mistook the touch of his tongue for some disgusting insect, cast a spell to freeze him into an ice sculpture, then, feeling his cold hardness, shoved him away fiercely and turned over to fall asleep.

The group sat down; they occupied one side of the long table, with Wan Zheng in the center, Wei Shao to his left, and Qiu Mao to his right.

The two chatted entirely about stale, ancient gossip; they barely even had any mutual friends.

With the theme song for Heavenly King Liu settled, it was Zhou Buhui’s turn to pick a song—specifically, one of the three left over after Zhao Fei and Jiang Yingying had made their choices. Zheng Rui had not brought out any others.

Before she could finish her sentence, Mumu Xuanhuang was already carrying her on his back, striding toward the leader's tent.

Seeing Zheng Rui’s dance moves, people were reminded of ten years ago when Zheng Rui debuted as part of a group; back then, his dancing was just as impressive and just as dashing.

This time, he utilized the hunter skill "Concussive Shot," the bullet erupting from the muzzle and accurately striking the side window of the pickup truck’s driver’s seat.

Gradually, other sounds faded from her ears, and the people on the platform dissolved from her vision. Even Gong Xuehua, standing beside her, seemed to vanish.

Nestled in the valley between the mountains, the buildings were surrounded by training grounds visible everywhere, with the resounding clamor of drills echoing in her ears. Looking around, there were no fewer than one hundred thousand people hidden here.

Shi Lingyi lived in Gong Jin’s mansion; though he was a prince of little favor, his living quarters were not poor, and he had servants to attend to him. Yet, living in that mansion, he felt as if he were being watched at every turn.

He was indeed injured, but from what everyone said, he seemed fine now, exactly like a healthy person.

For one thing, Zheng Rui had truly brought popularity and traffic to the platform, and the results were tangible, with a significant number of new users making deposits during that time.

"Biaozi, can you talk like a human being? If you can't, then shut your mouth!" Beside them, several other lackeys chimed in with curses.

This Dragon-Tiger Evil Lord was no ordinary man; he was skilled in divination. Having calculated that the local Earth Deity was the one leaking information, he adopted a strategy of playing along, deliberately letting the Earth Deity transmit false intelligence outside the city, before setting an ambush within the city walls.

"Hey? Did you see the bag of white powder I left here?" a child asked.

Watching me? So Su Zhiwu is just like Xian Yun. I cannot stay here. Since Fan Yu and Xian Yun have both mentioned the Night Underworld Palace, I might as well go and investigate for myself.

Kebineng sighed and said, "Kebineng will send thirty thousand troops!" Kebineng only had forty thousand troops in total, yet he was sending thirty thousand cavalry.

"Mmph..." Blake slowly opened his eyes. After a moment of confusion, he laughed at himself: Was he already dead? Was this heaven or hell?

Then, the graceful figure stood still, a long zither appeared in her palms, and as her jade fingers plucked the strings, a sound wave suddenly cut through the air, striking the back of the expert's head.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out. Wuluo took the brunt of it as the violent spiritual energy, pouring down like a falling meteorite, instantly exceeded his capacity to withstand it; his aura withered in an instant.

Seeing Zhuang Jian approach, a flash of anger crossed Ziling’s beautiful eyes, clearly still harboring resentment over You You’s reaction earlier. However, seeing Zhuang Jian display his might and directly subdue him, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction.