Chapter 63

Yet if given another chance, I would likely do the same, so do not cross paths with me in the next life. Perhaps you should never have saved me in the first place; I deserve to rot away by myself.

Su Mubai was pulled aboard the Black Hawk, marking the end of the rescue operation. However, due to the accident that resulted in a survivor falling into the water and perishing, everyone's spirits were quite low.

"It's just that every time I see you speak of Ling Xuan, you look so happy! And seeing how harmoniously you get along, plus Sister Jingyi also said... even Zhichiu said you..." I had no choice but to explain earnestly.

Wushuang's eyes instantly cleared up, and she hurriedly shook her head, forgetting even to refer to herself by the customary humble title of a maid.

"It's nothing... The wound still hurts a bit," Geshalanbai said outwardly, but inwardly her heart grew heavier and heavier.

King Frieza was the most terrifying being in this universe. Knowing just how immensely powerful he was, Vegeta, as a member of Frieza's army, deeply understood the consequences of angering Frieza. Let alone Frieza himself, even a single member of Frieza's elite Ginyu Force was someone beyond his ability to defeat.

Consequently, Elder Man and the others found themselves fighting Wu Zhongyong on one side, while simultaneously battling Ma Hanshan's group on the other.

As the song ended, Zhang Xianru's clear, watery eyes stared fixedly at Baoyuan. To her astonishment, Baoyuan wore an expression of complete bewilderment; he stood up, walked into the hall, took the flute from her hands, and examined it closely for a long time.

"This matter is truly of paramount importance to us. Tell me about it; I simply want to hear how you pulled it off," Bi Jiyu insisted on hearing the story.

It wasn't because Princess Shuying was about to enter the palace, but rather that recalling the actions of Chen Hongkuan and his sister made her worry that Princess Shuying might also be led astray by them.

Still, one could not be sure whether the Sect Master's patience would endure such a prolonged wait. If he were to personally arrive at the Treasure Tower, this trip of mine would have been entirely in vain—though the Sixth Elder had never cared for the previous power struggles within the sect.

Consequently, the expressions of those seated nearby grew even more unsightly. They cast hostile glances at Aaron and Chen Xu; everything about this was far too bizarre.

"Zixia Qinghe? It really is that bitch!" With those words, Ling Shuang threw all caution to the wind, strode directly outside, and stealthily approached the courtyard where Zixia Qinghe resided. *Zixia Qinghe, how dare you harm someone of mine? I will make you pay the price.*

Shi Yin recalled the scene of her recent battle with Li Jin, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. That spiritual power was as boundless and unfathomable as the deep sea, appearing inexhaustible and limitless, which could not help but fill Shi Yin with shock.

Mingxue was extremely curious about the fellow hiding within the clouds, yet she was unwilling to see Li Jin perish beneath the thunderbolts. In a flash of inspiration, she gritted her teeth, drew the jade flute from her waist, paused for a moment, and then, as if having finally made up her mind, pressed it to her lips.

Chen Erpao nodded with a rather surprised expression. It seemed that after suffering a setback once, the savage beast had learned its lesson, and its operational efficiency was growing increasingly high.

I slightly closed my legs together to avoid being struck by her lethal kick aimed between my legs, while simultaneously being forced to cast a few extra glances at her alternately kicking feet.

"Not good, someone is crashing the place!" a guard yelled with his mouth wide open. "Crashing the place" was one of the common catchphrases used by those navigating the underworld. However, just as his voice trailed off, a sharp dagger had already pierced unobstructed through his chest. His eyes widened in resentment as he collapsed to the ground.

Luoya naturally knew that the Third Young Master Qian had firmly decided to cooperate with them; otherwise, he would not have hosted the venue at a club under his own name.

Of course, Lin Feng would not mention any of this to Dong Jie. Some things truly could not be explained clearly—a sentiment Lin Feng had harbored ever since his rebirth, yet one he could never share with others.

The blind man was not simply blowing hot air. As a trusted bodyguard to the Poison Emperor, he would not speak recklessly.

"Uncle Fu, please have the car prepared for me. I need to take a trip to City B," Liu Jie said, showing a considerable degree of respect toward the owner of that aged voice.

Upon hearing Li Dao's words, a sudden roar erupted from the opposing Mongol cavalry, immediately followed by a shout in the Mongolian language.

"Somalia? Isn't that in Africa? What are you going there for?" Xiao Ruonan asked, instantly struck with astonishment.

Furthermore, even if the other party were sincere about cooperating with him, Lin Feng would not have agreed. This was not a matter of money, but simply because Lin Feng understood that gambling was never the righteous path. Armed with the advantage of rebirth and the heaven-defying Magic Ring, Lin Feng believed he could undoubtedly walk the righteous path and earn real, massive wealth.

Someone was coming! Bai Fuling snapped awake with a start. Who on earth could possibly gain entry to this secret chamber?

How did this old fogey manage to find me? Ouyang Wang could not fathom how news of his secret journey south had leaked.

This Spring Festival was spent by Chang Ning in Hong Kong. It was not because he could rest easy regarding the work in Ningzhou, but rather because this year marked Hong Kong's return to the motherland. As a mainland official with a certain degree of influence in Hong Kong, he had been invited by the Central Government's Liaison Office in Hong Kong to serve a month-long stint as a temporary worker.

Ancestor Xuanbing's Candle Dragon form began to contract violently. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into an old ancestor draped in billowing black robes, with a sinister visage and a frosty demeanor. He extended both hands, each bearing nine fingers of identical length and thickness, looking eerie and terrifying.

Qin Junxi had originally thought that crossing his tribulation on a planet with sparse water vapor would result in fewer tribulation clouds. Yet now it appeared his assumptions had been entirely mistaken.

Upon hearing this, Yin Zhufeng waved his hand, and Zhang茂 (Zhang Mao) hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Together with the mob of bandits, they turned as if to depart immediately.

"The Cursed Clan," Yun Xiao stated simply, uttering just four words. Yet the moment those words left his lips, the atmosphere within the entire hall seemed to tighten considerably, and the five individuals present felt a stir within their hearts.

Observing Hu Bayi's appearance at that moment, Qin Junxi shook his head slightly and handed the phone over to him.

During this head-on clash, the wraith had fallen into a disadvantageous position, proving entirely no match for the Fire Phoenix. Moreover, that Fire Phoenix had its power suppressed by the Curse Totem; had it not been for that suppression, Yun Xiao and the wraith would likely have already been reduced to ashes by the creature.

Following Qing Gu's remarks, the thousands of cultivators beneath the auction stage raised their heads slightly, every gaze converging upon the private rooms of the Alien Masters Guild and the Alien Spirits Alliance.

Opening his eyes, he saw that his legs were being firmly grasped by Qiyu. At the sight of this, Ma Jiajun heaved a massive sigh of relief before being hurled by Qiyu onto the boat. He collapsed face down, retching violently, though fortunately, this fright had cleared his mind.