Volume 1, Chapter 68: What if the person my heart has always favored is you?

From this point, it was evident that Jiaozi had been crafted into the most rudimentary and easily controllable homunculus. After all, when it came to dealing with ordinary people, Jiaozi's strength was already more than sufficient.

Haitani watched the snake shot hit back by Inui, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, before he fiercely returned another snake shot. However, this time, the snake shot carried distinct differences compared to the ones Haitani had executed previously.

Yet, seeing this, Alan showed not the slightest hint of fear. The magic surrounding his body instantly surged, and a formidable and oppressive might emanate from him once more, carrying a destructive momentum that reached an absolute extreme.

A violent magical aura diffused outward in the wake of this pressure. Within a mere split second, it produced an irresistible sensation, and the terrifyingly mighty oppression peaked at that very moment.

Xiao Le held himself without any airs, returning every gesture of respect in kind. Through a few exchanges back and forth, he smoothly blended in and became familiar with everyone present. Di Jun truly lived up to his future reputation as the Demon Emperor, possessing top-tier methods and plotting intellect.

Xingchen and Bai Shi waited at the entrance of the operating room. Before long, loud crying and chaotic footsteps suddenly echoed from the corridor.

"Guild Master, what on earth is going on here? Is the guild about to be demolished?!" Lucy asked anxiously, knowing without even having to think that nothing good could possibly be happening.

For the Qilin clan to become one of the three great tribes of the primordial era, they had endured countless bloody battles, wiping out countless other races in the process. It was only a pity that today, the one falling to ruin was none of them other than himself.

Yin Mengxue knew that although her adoptive father occasionally acted a bit preposterous for his age, he rarely revealed such a serious attitude. Whenever he wore this expression, he was absolute in his truthfulness.

Unfortunately, just as Wang Han and the other two let down their guard, a terrifying offensive descended from the sky, plummeting down with peerless might.

"No one likes to be coerced. If I want it, it must be entirely of one's own free will." Having said that, Lian Shuo turned around without looking back and returned to his room.

The pain caused her to instantly pass out, yet he did not cease the rhythm of his assault—a boundless pillage, an endless encroachment.

Carried by internal energy, the voice traveled exceptionally far, laced with an indescribable joy. Centered around the Mo Lian Pavilion, it echoed across nearly the entirety of the prince's estate, causing the hidden guards lurking in the shadows to flush red with embarrassment at her uninhibited words.

Jun Jinchi's body stiffened slightly, his gaze flickering with hesitation. He ought to have been grateful that her face was buried in his chest at that moment, sparing him the need to worry about her reading any clues from his expression.

Before he had time to observe his surroundings, Han Wei immediately fumbled for the knife nearby, gripping it defensively. Not far away, a low growl resonated through the air, though it was impossible to tell what manner of creature it belonged to. When he set out, his backpack had been left in the room by the pillar; now, he had only a single blade, lacking even a flashlight, while his cell phone remained tucked inside his pack.

While muttering those words internally, she inexplicably thought of that old man Hu. When Old Man Hu had previously shown the goods to Ximen Jinlian, he had done the exact same thing—ignoring the electric lights and deliberately lighting candles instead. Perhaps all those old men who engaged in stone-gambling suffered from some eccentric quirk?

His sorrow, his heartache, his helplessness, and his unwillingness—watching his own child call another man father.

"Old Long, is what you're saying true?!" Under the old pagoda tree in the South China Sea, Old Shen said with a chuckle. He had originally planned to attend to some paperwork, but when Old Long invited him over for a meal and some tea on the side, Old Long dropped this piece of news, bringing a wide smile to Old Shen's face.

"Ugh!" Guan Yanyan let out a retching sound, resolving to study this scoundrel's thick-skinned demeanor when she had the chance, figuring she might just snare a wealthy bachelor of her own that way.

As Xia Qi stepped out of the detention center, she happened to run into Xia Qihong and Du Fang. The moment the two of them laid eyes on Xia Qi, their expressions shifted, and they rushed forward. However, Huang Huahua, who had been personally assigned to protect Xia Qi, strode forward and blocked their path.

I hastily looked toward the source of the cry, but at that single glance, I was startled as well. Crouched upon the windowsill of the dilapidated temple was a massive, entirely yellowish rat, atop whose head a tuft of white fur was faintly visible—judging by its appearance, it had to be an aged, ancient rodent.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ling Li retrieved another bottle of cola and a pack of compressed biscuits from his storage bracelet and handed them to Chen Dafeng. Ling Li still had plenty of these items left inside his storage space, all prepared for himself beforehand, as such goods were unavailable for purchase in the cultivation world, prompting him to stock up on cola and compressed biscuits.

"My back is pretty much done, and I'm lying here numb. Let's do the front," Liu Mengsi said, feeling that her back massage was complete as she turned over.

In my impression, Zhao Ji belonged to the upper-middle tier of figures in the field. For ordinary matters, whether involving people or spiritual entities, he could handle everything with effortless ease. My father, however, was an elite of the topmost tier. Could there truly be someone even more formidable than my father hiding within the capital?

He had always desired to surpass Kong Mu, and therefore, before that happened, Kong Mu absolutely could not perish at the hands of anyone else.

"No, this is the aura of the Demon race!" Ling Li thought to himself in secret at that moment. Before entering, Ling Li had considered numerous possibilities, yet he had never imagined that the very first entity he would encounter after stepping inside would be a member of the Demon race.

Yet, upon second thought, if everything were entirely normal, coming here probably wouldn't serve any purpose anyway. Still, it left me somewhat astonished, and I quietly asked Zhao Ji about it. Zhao Ji simply offered me two words in response: disguise.

Su Youyou watched the employees leaving work one after another, her eyes instantly catching Black Hu and Zhou Qianqian as they walked into the parking lot.

Witnessing this scene, the Demon Lord's expression altered drastically. He immediately lashed out with a palm strike, instantly obliterating the oncoming bloody vines.

However, at that moment, Ling Li calmly retrieved the Soul Nourishing Bottle from his robes and slowly removed its stopper.

A moment later, the cabin door opened once again, and a bald man wearing a uniform and dark sunglasses walked in, followed closely by the One-Eyed Dragon and the bearded man, both bowing with hunched backs.