38 Fever (2)

Su Jinyue naturally noticed her abnormality. Following her peripheral vision, she saw Jun Yi striding into the lobby.

"Do you really think that after so much time has passed, they still have a chance to make it here?" Ge Chao glanced at the soldier as he asked this. The soldier’s eyes dimmed instantly upon hearing the question, as he clearly understood the implication behind Ge Chao’s words.

Since it was Sunday, many people were out shopping, making the bus particularly crowded.

"If you want to see his brains splattered everywhere, then by all means, go ahead and strike!" Zoe glared coldly at the three mercenaries surrounding her. There was no trace of fear on her face, though her eyes flickered toward a nearby ventilation duct, her heart filled with anxiety.

Over five centuries, I have weathered the great floods of the southern fertile lands and the tsunamis of the Eastern Sea. I have held the mobilization orders of the independent tribes of the Celestial Realm, captured the three fierce beasts—Bi’an, Taotie, and Qiongqi—and healed countless people, while also "piercing the hearts" of many others.

Zhan Po, consumed by shame and rage, cast another spell at me. Although one layer of my seal had been undone by the divine power within the purple bamboo fan, my immortal arts had not yet recovered, leaving me unable to dodge his attack.

Looking at her equipment, she was draped in shimmering gold from head to toe, most of it of the gold-tier variety; it was enough to blind anyone who looked at her.

"Take it slow, Steward Bai." Xing Qi supported me, offering a soul-stirring smile! Every feather on my body stood on end.

"I will descend the mountain myself. There is no need to trouble you, noble Immortals," I whispered, bowing low in a deep kowtow to the high and mighty God of the Clouds.

Shang Yuchen had not personally reported to the university since the semester began. He could afford to do so because his family was the largest shareholder of K University. Now that the one-year training period he had promised his father had come to an end, it was time for him to return to school.

"You beast! Dong, you will meet a miserable end! You will meet a miserable end!" Fu Wan shouted as he was dragged away. Cai Yong, like a walking corpse, was led out by the personal guards of the warlord Dong, looking utterly vacant.

"Crack, crack." The sound of stones fracturing echoed, and then a figure was sent flying.

When she saw Liang Jin calmly brewing tea for the Emperor in the palace, her heart sank to the very bottom.

The sudden laughter caused the heated atmosphere of the training grounds to stall, and then pairs of angry eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

Jiang Xinyi truly had no strategy left. She had come to dissolve a marriage engagement with the Princess, and since they hadn't taken offense and had even offered some time to consider it, she had no choice but to nod in agreement and sit down.

"Why doesn't the King simply detain the envoy, turn over the letter and the messenger to Yuan Shao to expose the tyrant Dong's conspiracy, and then re-establish the anti-Dong coalition?" Mao Jie asked, only to realize his blunder. Yuan Shao had wiped out Cao Cao’s entire family, and Cao Cao had killed many of Yuan Shao's officers; no matter how one looked at it, there was no possibility of reconciliation between the Yuan and Cao factions.

Just as the three of them were at a loss for words, several maids entered the parlor in a line, carrying various kinds of fruit.

He did not deny that he had always wanted to possess her completely, but the longer they spent together and the closer he got to the end, the more cautious he became, afraid to cross the line. He feared acting too frivolously and feared dishonoring her.

Li Zhucheng quickly passed through the blue light barrier, reached mid-air, and without a word, deployed a flying sword artifact, shooting it toward the eerie youth.

"No, I must find you, I must. No matter how long it takes or how far I must walk, this time, I will definitely find you. I cannot let this chance slip away again." With tears streaming down her face, Fang Nan seemed to snap out of it, channeling her internal energy into her eyes to scan her surroundings.

Fortunately, Tang Xueluo was with her. If she could testify for her, surely those malicious rumors would collapse on their own.

"Don't worry, no one knows. I suspect he is already dead by now," the eldest young master said with a slight smile.

After receiving some silver, the servants in the Du residence were dismissed. As for Du Heming's family, they were, of course, taken away. As for how they would be dealt with, Yang Yang did not care.

The legendary Sanctuary was located in this canyon, with elite disciples of the Witch Sect guarding the entrance day and night, strictly forbidding unauthorized personnel from entering.

In the command tent of the Chu army on the island, Yang Yang, Murong Ling, Chen Xiao, Huang Zhong, and Sun Ce were all present.

Nangong Huahua’s thoughts were laid bare by Nangong Xueshan, causing her to blush deeply. Too embarrassed to stay, she walked away shyly.

James set aside all his agitation and negative information, mounted the warhorse that had accompanied him across the ocean, and charged toward Yang Yang.

To his surprise, he remained stone-faced. Upon seeing the look in the newly learned disciple's eyes, he simply shook his head calmly and wrote something on a piece of paper.

Ye Feiwen complained that Yan Fei was biased and only doted on Yin Mengyao, saying that when Yan Fei returned this time, she wanted him to get a mount for her as well.

"Everyone, prepare for battle immediately. This time, I want this boss to taste the power of my magic treasure!" Yan Fei said excitedly.

When the last person, Liu Yi, was reduced to a blood mist under the shroud of the sky-filling characters, the expressions of the many prodigies within the Immortal Nest changed drastically.

Seeing this, Ye Jiangchuan turned pale. He finally understood why the returning ghosts of the Nine Heavens had not received the support of the ancient gods.

Since he had said so, Lin Qingqing felt relieved. "Alright, let's set off in ten minutes," she said, glancing at the time on her phone.

In the starry sea, an old man with a goatee and white robes spoke. Many recognized him as Xue Pan, a True Lord of the Void Return stage from the nearby Gu Yang Star, who had once dominated this patch of the galaxy! At this moment, he stared at the altar with uncertainty.

The six fire-elemental warriors opposite them did not rush to attack, but silently observed the group’s adjustments, their eyes occasionally flashing with red light.

This was the best opportunity for Traditional Chinese Medicine, an opportunity that had almost been destroyed by the underhanded tactics of the SS Group.

Xiao Zhan looked toward where Xiao Ran was sitting. When he saw Xiao Ran, a smile appeared on his face, though it looked somewhat forced.

To her, Lin Qingqing's actions were undoubtedly malicious. But for Lin Qingqing herself, if she really had such cunning, she wouldn't be struggling so miserably in this circle.

The current situation was that, apart from one police officer, all the staff members who had been scratched were already dead, and their bodies were tied up with ropes.

Moreover, the atmosphere of this city was different from other places; there was little aura of slaughter, and it was instead filled with a sense of entertainment, making it an anomaly in the perilous sea of stars.