52 Off-Center Sunset

"Wait." Jin Se was stopped by Xuan Ming's sudden call, and she turned her head slightly. Xuan Ming looked at her. Though her profile was obscured by the hair falling across her forehead, he could still imagine her expression at that moment. It must be a cold face, perhaps with a hint of hidden disappointment in her eyes.

With a wry smile, he fished out a cigarette. Because of the recent matches, the frequency of his smoking had drastically decreased.

"You were the one who attacked this princess first," Feng Qingcheng said triumphantly, looking at Shen Yaxi. Humph, let's see what you have to say for yourself this time.

A mouthful of rice spewed directly onto Zhai Qihan's face opposite him, and the Sea King, sitting next to Zhai Qihan, was also caught in the crossfire.

Everyone cast fascinating glances at Wang Jie, as if he had already been defeated by Jiang Hu at this very moment.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Spare me, I'll never be a ninja again!" the Demon Brothers cried out, clinging to Kakashi's foot as he stepped on their heads, begging for mercy.

"You'd better not ask. Knowing too much does you no good," the middle-aged woman said hurriedly, before completely ignoring Shen Yaxi.

"What the hell! I'm going to kill you!" Wang Xiu's eyes were bloodshot, and his mental state had reached the verge of going berserk.

Heh... truly... a beautiful child... Seeing Shen Xiao wake up, Jin Cai'er's eyes greedily sized him up as he lay on the ground.

Wrapping herself in a set of men's clothing and discarding all other garments, she quietly approached the main gate of the Northern Mansion, lowered her head with narrowed eyes, and walked silently out of the gates.

The night grew deeper and the dew heavier, causing Su Ruoli to shiver involuntarily. At the dead of night, with hardly anyone on the streets, she drifted about like a solitary ghost. Suddenly, a beam of light caught her eye. Approaching it, she discovered an inn.

In an instant, thousands of purple lightning bolts intertwined with those black lightning bolts, giving rise to an overwhelming sense of an impending apocalypse.

That year, also within the Magical Beast Mountains, her parents had acted just like this—protecting her, one by one, they had died at the hands of magical beasts.

"There are none left. During the New Year, I had to beg everyone I knew, using both trickery and persuasion, to secure just a few. The salary isn't low, though; the annual guaranteed minimum is no less than 80,000," Wang Xing waved his hand hurriedly.

Therefore, even though they knew the master of the Natural Sect had returned, they remained completely unfazed, as if the Natural Sect amounted to nothing at all.

Sitting in his seat, he looked at the empty space on his right. He wondered whether she hadn't come, or if she was currently inside her own spatial domain.

Now things were a mess; all clues were severed, and he once again plunged into a state of helplessness, dropping despondently to the ground.

Lie Huo, dressed entirely in fiery red, lay quietly on the ground, looking somewhat conspicuous in the dim forest. At this moment, Lie Huo was completely unaware of the outside world, yet silent changes were quietly taking place within his body.

"Old Army Commander, rest assured, this time I, Li Tianyou, guarantee the completion of the mission!" Li Tianyou gave a solemn military salute to Hong Xuezhi and said. Hong Xuezhi nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, and after bidding farewell to Wan Yi, he left Changtu with his adjutant.

Wu Ai could not help feeling somewhat dazed, gazing at Biers before her with shimmering eyes, praising inwardly: What a wonderful, family-oriented man.

"Then I'll warm you up," Li Yi said with a cheeky grin. With that, he pulled Lin Ke'er's hand out and tucked it into his own pocket, holding it tightly within his grip.

"It's very simple. My destiny is intertwined with evil monsters, and I am also capable of subduing them. Not to mention mere minor demonic souls, even if true fiends were to come, I would slaughter them all together! Of course, that includes you as well!" Feng Yu pointed accusingly at the gigantic fiend before her.

"You despicable and shameless scoundrel," Ye Tian said angrily, turning around in a huff and returning to his own room in the inn.

With anger burning in her chest, the urge to vent took over. She raised her head, ready to hurl abuses, but upon seeing that it was Qiao San—the one who had fled earlier—looking at her with a beaming smile, the words at the tip of her tongue were forcibly swallowed back down.

The figure in black suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, stunned, and mindlessly touched the dark blood at the corner of his mouth.

Feng Yu downed bowl after bowl of 'Parting Sorrow', as if with each bowl of fragrant liquid sliding down her throat, she felt the cold a little less. It felt as though that person were still holding her as tightly as before, and in this world, only the two of them remained, locked in a warm and tight embrace.

I handed the USB drive to Liang En, whose hands trembled as he took it, stuttering as he pressed play.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened. Hearing the elevator chime here genuinely sounded much crisper than on any other floor.

Ye Junyi glanced at the calm, rippleless river, and then at the narrow wooden plank pressed against the stone wall. Standing on it made one feel precarious and on the verge of falling, which was already difficult enough. Now that her nose was blocked as well, forcing her to breathe solely through her mouth, walking across it became even more treacherous. She truly felt the urge to simply plunge into the water and die.

"There is no cause for concern," Brahma said. He was an elderly man dressed in white robes. Although a dense aura of slaughter emanated from his body, he appeared much kinder than the others.

Taking it all to heart, Zhang Luoye memorized every detail, greatly pleasing Uncle Zhang. Next, Zhang Luoye was instructed to don the prepared Taoist robe and cap, and thus his very first Taoist lesson commenced.

At the beginning, Feng Lang and the others didn't pay much attention, assuming it was simply fatigue from walking. However, as they traveled further, the phenomenon became increasingly pronounced—it was truly bizarre.

Zhang Zilong leisurely snacked on ginseng fruit. This banquet lasted for over a month; some of these fellows hadn't seen each other for tens of thousands of years, and naturally, there was an endless amount to talk about upon reuniting.

Whether it was Hector, Sarpedon, Odysseus of Ithaca, or Idomeneus of Crete, they all knew this would be a rare opportunity.

By the time Lu Yong's quiet chamber was prepared, Tie Wuqing had already lapsed into unconsciousness. In truth, had there not been a steadfast conviction sustaining him from within, he would never have lasted until now and would have fainted long ago.

Just as Lu Yu's voice trailed off, Li Dou walked out, carrying a bloated figure from outside, and dumped the body right in front of Shao San. Without uttering a word, Li Dou then returned and stood quietly behind Lu Yu.

"Amitabha!" Shakyamuni Buddha chanted a Buddhist citation and casually made a gesture. A branch materialized in his hand, bearing several leaves and radiating a powerful aura—it was precisely the dharma treasure of the ancient Quasi-Daoist Saint, the Seven-Treasure妙树 (Wonderful Tree).