Chapter 26

Waiting is the most agonizing experience, especially when one has no idea how long it will last, and even more so when the safety of those being waited for is uncertain.

It turned out that he had been blaming the wrong person all along; the true culprit was the mother he had always revered.

For some reason, the islands in this lake were devoid of spiritual energy. No medicinal herbs grew there, nor did any demonic beasts dwell upon them. Instead, the waters of Thousand-Island Lake were inhabited by mindless yet immensely powerful savage beasts, making the area almost entirely inaccessible to humans.

Yang Yesheng felt another wave of emotion. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching Hu Na’s front door.

"Bang!" At this moment, the Heavenly Fox’s strength had regressed to a primal, feral state. The boy used his Nepalese kukri to deflect the dark gold needle from the Heavenly Fox’s hand, then drove the blade straight toward its heart.

Yin Mengli stared at Ye Feng. This fifteen-year-old disciple was truly inscrutable; despite possessing a natural chaotic constitution, he had successfully gathered his energy in a short time and even acquired several magical artifacts.

Upon hearing this news, Wang Yao felt that he was indeed somewhat ill-informed. If they truly possessed the qualifications to advance to the LPL, then it was no wonder Shenggong Qiuye was so arrogant.

The closer one gets to the final moment, the less one can afford to relax. Having endured for over three days, how could he justify wasting Ye Feng’s painstaking efforts by making a mistake in the final day and a half?

Yet, the typically aloof Lucifer was remarkably happy to chat with Qin Niange. They could discuss something as simple as a gown as if it were a work of art, leaving Li Mingyi seething with jealousy and annoyance at everything.

After the man finished speaking, he waved both hands, and the sea of fire behind him shifted form, manifesting even more flames.

Before long, unable to bear the loneliness, Hou Liangping went to Chen Yi’s room, wanting to have a conversation.

In the time that followed, those who loved World of Warcraft played World of Warcraft, those who preferred League of Legends played League of Legends, and those who liked Heroes of the Storm queued for that.

Once the small amount of death energy contained within the ordinary animal zombie flesh was consumed, it perfectly neutralized the ordinary blood that had been ingested.

Having just completed the baptism of Zejie, Li Ran, while still excited, realized that the clouds above his head had not dissipated; instead, the pressure was constantly increasing, already threatening to surpass the intensity of the ninth-level spiritual tribulation.

It seems I’ve been too indulgent with Bean Milk Powder! Song Guyan decided it was time to give the dog a serious lesson in discipline.

Inside the Beihai City Hotel, there was dead silence, broken only by the occasional pained groans of Sun Qiang and Zhou Bing.

Ling Tian could understand all of this. Talented people having pride was normal; it was only true stupidity if one had no ability yet still looked down on others.

Mo Tong put down the jade slip in her hand. Hearing Gong Yue whispering to herself nearby, she listened for a while longer.

Jiayue looked at Ling Tian. Recalling the scene in the elevator, her face turned bright red. Her gaze subconsciously drifted downward, and sure enough, his fly was still open, just as she had suspected. He hadn't had any time to change his pants. Jiayue couldn't help but burst into a stifled giggle.

The Skylark King folded its wings to defend itself, its strength no less than his own. In that instant, Xue Yun felt nothing out of the ordinary.

After much deliberation, he still placed a call to the head of the Guang family to relay the suggestion made by the head of the Wen family.

A person, roughly the same age as Wu Xie, appeared out of thin air. Cang Yuan hadn't sensed a thing... This could only mean that the person’s cultivation had reached an unimaginable peak, an existence for Cang Yuan to look up to.

Thus, he could not yet be the strongest person of this era, or at least he could not claim such a title yet. He had to strive toward that goal; if he could not, it would only mean he was incapable of surviving in this era.

"It doesn't matter, I will find a way. As long as Long Zhan dares to make a move, I will never let him go!" Xiaoyu said with a determined expression.

"I..." Qian Ruoruo closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and shoved Jing Moxuan away with all her might. Jing Moxuan tumbled to the side. Qian Ruoruo got out of bed, drew the curtains, locked the door, stripped off her clothes with practiced efficiency, and gently pressed herself against Jing Moxuan.

Receiving the Lord’s Token, this place officially became the first encampment for Iron Blood. At the same time, Nianhua still enjoyed the rights to the castle. Of course, this was only a verbal agreement, but Tie Zheng, a man who valued loyalty above all else, would never break his word once given.

"There should be quite a few, but I’m most concerned about your transfer," Jiang Xiu said as if it were a casual remark.

Wei Shi signaled for Wu Jin to come closer. Wu Jin trembled as he moved over, only to be grabbed by the big boss and given a deep sniff of his milky, rabbit-cotton scent.

Lord Night’s Offense: Who made the rule that you have to wear a gown to a banquet? My Lord likes wearing suits. Is that against the law?

Qin Jinyu stared at the shadow outside the door. Just as she was about to speak, a low sigh drifted in from the outside.

"The matter regarding Luwell has been arranged, but the result... I feel there are too many variables," Feng Lu said, knitting her brows.

"What!" Fang Yuan and Xiao Kai were shocked. Xiao Kai fell right off the sofa, looking at Gu Xi with utter disbelief.

"Haha, the invincible myth is failing, is he finally going to be defeated?" A disciple, seeing Yin Feng losing his ground, immediately mocked him.

They had ordered a set of twelve exquisite cake boxes from the Oriental Bakery. The three of them also grabbed a casual meal at the Sanyuan Tea Restaurant, opting for the fifty-cent-per-plate set meal designed specifically to pacify the white-collar workers of the Financial District—usually consisting of fried rice, barbecued pork with snow peas, egg foo young, and fried shrimp.

With a loud laugh, "Zhao Er" flashed, grabbed Yin Feng, and darted into the stone gate.

In the final corner of the screen, Wu Jin was drenched in sweat and simply swept his bangs upward. Beneath the hair, his features remained the same, but the baby fat seemed to be fading, making him look even more handsome than he had nine months ago.

Don't think that just because Yi Guzhe and Yi Luoyan weren't his biological grandsons, they weren't family. Since they all shared the surname Yi, Yi Zhisong would always be their clan uncle, taking advantage of his seniority.

He had been regretting that he had received someone's help but didn't even know their name, making it impossible to repay them. Who could have imagined that the person would now show up on his own?

The task was simple enough: the president of the Joy Club gave Ji Hao'en a treasure map and told him to spread word of it as far as possible.

At that time, Zhao Ji had come to him, complaining about wanting to ignore worldly affairs and cultivate the immortal arts. He suspected that such an idea would likely not come to fruition.