36 Heading in the Opposite Direction

After much hesitation, I finally decided to keep the note and the swaddling clothes, abandoning the idea of throwing them away.

Before long, three figures appeared under the distant lights, moving toward me slowly as if being dragged by ropes.

As the Dragon King of the East Sea Palace, I naturally felt quite displeased to be defeated by Li Tian on my own turf. Determined to surpass him, I summoned all my strength.

I hurriedly got out of bed and searched the house from top to bottom. There was nothing unusual; various magical artifacts hung throughout the rooms, making it impossible for anything untoward to exist here. I returned to my bed and meditated, but my body felt perfectly normal.

The man darted back and forth, as if navigating a maze. After circling a few more times, he arrived at a dilapidated wooden shack and hauled the two of them inside.

I had previously believed that there was nothing in this world truly difficult to deal with. Most opponents, lacking sufficient strength, would be killed instantly by Li Tian without putting up much of a fight.

"Lonely Long-Regret" drew his long sword with a sharp metallic ring, parrying Wang Ya’s blade. With a swift twist and a powerful flick, he sent Wang Ya’s weapon flying. Disarmed, Wang Ya rolled on the ground, while "Lonely Long-Regret’s" follow-up strike pierced the earth where he had just been.

Upon arriving at the Prince’s mansion, I heard a burst of laughter from afar; I knew exactly who it was without even looking.

Burdened by his companion, Yang Qing felt restricted. He shoved Xiao Yingying aside and sidestepped two attacks from Xin Kan, suddenly lashing out with his ghost-head blade toward Xin Kan’s head. However, Xin Kan’s martial arts were far superior; though the strike was sudden, his opponent evaded it with ease.

The old man’s voice sounded once more, seemingly imbued with a strange power that caused Sui Mingcheng to calm down.

Louis and Wukong tracked down the original owner of the item, an eighty-year-old blacksmith named Jintai Duoji.

Louis was covered in wounds, the one on his neck being the most severe; though he could not speak for the moment, it did not hinder his appetite.

Louis and Ye Zi silently set up their tent and used their backup fuel—solid alcohol—to prepare a meal.

"President Zhan certainly won't do anything to you for now, but it's different for me. I am very afraid," An Xinran whispered.

A moment ago, one Ancient Scaled Demon Fish had managed to consume a head, and the others, having noticed, naturally began to follow suit.

After they finished dividing the candy, one child was left without any, tears welling up in his eyes.

Even during those days when Zhu Ziteng was by his side, making him feel as though he had forgotten all his troubles and was living in immense happiness, the mere thought of the mining city—of those lost and those living freely in exile—always filled Ji Longjun’s heart with a heavy burden.

The master of the Sealing Tower had lowered the spatial grade, provided that the spatial rules Chen Ziling inscribed could shatter the void.

On his head sat the golden horn headband that had once belonged to the old monk; his body was draped in golden monastic robes, and his left hand tightly gripped a string of pitch-black prayer beads.

"Is that it? And he went out to keep talking? I had my pants... just like that?" Zhao Qinhu felt profoundly depressed.

Watching their silhouettes stretch long in the sunset, they remained inseparable, their shadows merging tightly as they turned a corner.

As someone deeply concerned with the LCK league, Viper expressed his views based on the BF team’s first ban of the match.

Not only did he want to kiss her, but a deep, primal longing surged within him; he felt an aching desire to comfort her with his own body.

"Shadow Demon, what has come over you all of a sudden?" Blood Demon asked, frowning in annoyance as he cradled a beautiful vampire.

Looking at the faces before him that resembled Nie Sangyu, Zhao Zhe felt strange. Why were there people who looked so much like her? One of them, Zhu'er, was practically a carbon copy, which was why she received his special favor.

All other floors were completed, leaving only Mo Ran’s specialty—the Poker Hell—unfinished.

Mo Yu Hou reached out to catch the tottering figure and sat in the last carriage, faintly instructing the driver: "To the Mo Yu Hou mansion."

The air turned awkward after these words. Mo Yu Hou did not move, so naturally, no one else dared to. Even Xiao Tianyi showed no sign of leaving.

Come to think of it, Yi Yang hadn't checked his phone since waking up today. Because he had left in such a hurry, he essentially had no time for it.

If Carpenter Zhang could truly grind a hard block of wood into a whip as soft as a winding finger, everyone’s jaws would surely drop in admiration.

Just as he reached the steps before the door, a sigh echoed. "Alas, sixteen years. You come here every day, yet you never step inside. Your raven hair has turned to white. Do you not wish to enter and see her?" The voice came from within the room, full of vitality yet heavy with regret and complexity.

Lei Tian was shocked to see the young man knock the lean man to the ground. He roared and rushed toward Zhuo Nan with his mechanical arm raised.

"What method?" Wu Yutong’s heart brightened. Having been back for these days, she understood her situation clearly. She was certain Wu Yulin wouldn't fight her for the child, but she wasn't so sure about President Wu. If Wu Yiyang ever set his sights on the child, she would have no power to contend with them.

Shi Song could not miss the mockery in the words. His face turned a deep, angry red; in his youth, he had a fiery temper, and the fact that he could restrain himself now was proof of his growth.

He could only watch helplessly as he hoisted Mu Yurong onto his shoulder, left only to harbor silent, intense jealousy in his heart.

The yellow jade embedded in the Flowing Light Heavenly Sword was known as Heaven-Light Radiant Jade, a rare spiritual treasure in its own right. It possessed the ability to absorb light elements and spiritual energy from the heavens and earth, making it an excellent item for recovery—a divine object for those who cultivated light-based energy or for spiritual beasts.