Chapter 48

When Sun Xi was handcuffed outside, she had already guessed it was this fellow. The only reason she followed him back was to let him reveal himself.

My cousin looked at me in terror and asked, "Where is this? Why am I sleeping in the same bed with you? And why am I wearing your clothes? Where are my clothes?"

Lin Feng was a man of strict principle and fairness. Zhao Shikong had already sent people to protect Chu Xiangxue in secret; it was simply that the assassins sent by Nalan Xuanyuan were far too formidable, leaving them with no other choice.

In the end, Tang Yi's gaze fell upon Ding Ling. The latter tightened her expression, looking at Tang Yi with an inexplicable grievance. This bastard used to bully me back then—could it be that he intends to continue bullying me now that we've arrived here?

"Shanshan, what are you up to?" Yang Qianqian could not help but softly and bashfully reproach Wu Yushan. How could she not understand her cousin's intention, which was clearly to create an opportunity for her and Huang Shaohua to be together? Her eyes were also filled with hopeful anticipation as she glanced at Huang Shaohua.

Haotian and Yaochi dismounted from their imperial chariot, and naturally, Buddhist attendants stepped forward to lead away the divine carriage and phoenix chariot, tending to them with utmost care. The Tathagata Buddha stood side by side with Haotian and Yaochi, followed closely by the immortals as they stepped into the main hall of the Great Leiyin Temple and took their respective seats.

Upon entering this cavern, Zhang Nan found the heat here to be truly intense, as if hot air were constantly rising from deep beneath the earth.

"Sixth Brother, I really don't like hearing you say that. Back then, I did promise to cure you, but given your current condition, there was nothing I could do for the time being. Once there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely help you heal..." Huang Shaohua patted Beiming Haoran on the shoulder.

In the darkness, it was impossible to make out who it was, but only a single thought echoed in Qin Wanrong's mind: she had to struggle. Otherwise, she shuddered to think what kind of fate awaited her.

"Puff!" The man in white finally spat a mouthful of blood into the air, suffering a not-so-minor internal injury.

His thinking was very simple: since you want my life, you had better be prepared for me to take yours at any moment.

Charles wanted to say something more, but after all, he could not sway Ye Qinglian's mind and could only do as she instructed.

If Jiang Mingfeng could win this battle, Meng Tianxing believed that he would undoubtedly experience a significant breakthrough, especially in his mindset and momentum.

Peng Jun paced back and forth in the room, walking over to the television and casually switching it on. He glanced sideways at the wall clock; it was precisely 8:05. The morning news for City A was broadcasting on the screen.

Though spoken with casual ease, Leiting certainly did not view the matter so simply. A dark golden dragon-patterned jade was no ordinary object. Even within the Dragon Clan, those who possessed such a thing were extraordinary figures. Moreover, for it to be given to an outsider—unless there was a profound and deep connection, such an item would never be given away on a whim.

Yes, those bright silver radiances were "sword beams," ranking among the three supreme mastery techniques of the Dao of the Sword. While practicing sword Qi or sword auras was relatively easy, sword beams were the hardest of the three supreme techniques to forge.

Amidst her vexation and turmoil, Shang Jiao completely failed to notice that An Siyu had been watching her all along with a hesitant expression, as if she had words on the tip of her tongue that she dared not speak.

Seeing Wei Zhexuan pick up an object, Mu Si was momentarily stunned, then leaned in to take a closer look. At that single glance, Nina froze, for she saw that what Wei Zhexuan held in his hand was a dark blue undershirt, completely covered in dirt.

After this lively and cheerful chat, which successfully shifted their address from formal titles to the brotherly banter of elders and juniors, Leiting brought up the purpose he had mentioned upon first arriving here—inviting someone to share a meal. Though their relationship had grown closer, sharing cups of wine would only deepen their bonds, and a heavy bout of drinking was naturally indispensable.

While speaking, his hands did not stop. He gently laid down Hanshan and pulled over a brocade quilt to cover her properly.

Before long, voices came from outside the workshop gates, and a moment later, the heavy iron door was pushed open.

Ling Xuefei furrowed her brows slightly, clearly harboring a fair bit of dissatisfaction in her heart. In her view, all three people ought to have been saved, yet unexpectedly, only two were rescued.

"You... Lin Tianhai, do you know what you are doing? Abducting the president—just wait to go to prison!" Zhang Tao roared, glaring at him with a vicious expression.

The next second, a pair of flawless, fair hands and another pair of sturdy, powerful hands gently cupped Prince's sweat-dampened hair.

All of this information suddenly appeared in Zhuang Yi's mind after the spatial dimension absorbed the abilities of the Vampire Clan.

A few minutes later, the three copper guides still showed no reaction whatsoever, lying dim and dull in his palm like a few pieces of worthless scrap metal.

At that exact moment, Mu Zhan raised his blade and seized the opportunity to slash a gash across her back. Chu Feng was jolted awake by the pain, her mind snapping completely back to reality, while at the same time, the howling of wolves and shrieking of ghosts ringing in her ears vanished entirely.

"Heh heh!" I gave a self-deprecating chuckle. He must have been afraid that I would harbor dark thoughts and commit suicide inside, messing up his house, keeping him awake at night, and leaving him with a heavy burden on his conscience.

Fourth: Diego was actually neither modest nor gentle. Friendly and well-mannered decorum completely did not exist in his early years; in recent years, it was only meant for outsiders—and that included those with whom he was not very familiar and whom he rarely met, such as his roommate.

Third Brother looked at her much like someone admiring a painting of ever-changing scenery, repeatedly unable to resist turning his head to steal glances at her.