Why won't he agree?

The spiraling warhead whistled as it collided with the gray mist, piercing straight through its defense and burrowing inside.

Yet deep within his eyes lurked an inexpressible sorrow. Looking down with the majesty of descending from the heavens, Xiao Ao gazed over a shadow at the very center of a pitch-black void. That mighty figure transformed into the abyss had once been a brother who shared life and death with him.

Opening the door would not be easy either, and given how thoroughly cleaned out the interior was, Song Zheng remained baffled as to what had happened. Out of caution, he chose to give up on entering right away.

"Master, you've talked for so long, but you still haven't told me: which portion of the menstrual blood should I use?" I asked.

Today happened quite coincidentally to be the night of the full moon. The power of the shattered moon reaching across the firmament could achieve the greatest might he was capable of wielding. Coupled with the drive of lunar energy, its potency would be further enhanced without causing any backlash after use. Wasn't this precisely the optimal time for him to unleash it today?

Ye Bai smiled, glancing first out the window before shifting his gaze to Yao Yuxin's figure.

"Fine," I thought to myself. Since Ding Fei was pleading with me like this, I might as well do a good deed. Besides, tonight's "ghost" was a farce directed entirely by myself, so I ought to give Ding Fei some compensation.

"Beibei, what's wrong? I heard you scream just now. Did he bully you?" After entering the room, Yang Qing grabbed Peng Beibei by both arms and asked with extreme anxiety.

Looking at the exorbitant prices on the menu, the cousin demanded that they go somewhere else. Chen Xinghao knew that his aunt's family had endured years of hardship and poverty, and that Li Na's thriftiness was typical of a poor household.

This pass also clearly demonstrated that Pella knew how to play football, prompting even Chris to give her a thumbs-up.

Maizi was startled! He was somewhat baffled as to what Ye Zifan was up to! Before he could recover from the sudden news that his own son had somehow become the spokesperson for a children's amusement park, Ye Zifan's next words caused Maizi's cheeks to flush a brilliant red.

Mages inspected the liquid and confirmed that the red water was not venom; it was merely slightly contaminated by demonic energy, making it much cleaner than the soil in the forest. The source of the redness was a mineral from deep within the earth.

"..." At that moment, her consciousness vanished, and An Ruo collapsed onto the bed. The loosened ropes could practically be unwrapped now, and several streaks of blood had oozed from the chafed skin.

Earlier, Li Chun had only performed basic physical monitoring for the two of them, which meant testing fundamental data such as height, weight, and grip strength, leaving everything else completely undone.

"If I am to marry into the Prince Jing Estate, what will you do?" Seeing that she did not answer, Princess Yunzhi spoke once more, her gaze burning intensely.

I am so glad to have you along the way. Sunlight slanted across the desk, filtering through the gaps in her hair and leaving mottled shadows, yet it failed to dispel the chill in the slightest.

The windowsill of the restroom provided a way out, and his subordinates were already waiting below. However, Su Qingge fell into a slight silence.

An Ruo could distinctly perceive the resentful gaze—laden with a deep, unresigned reluctance—shooting from Chen Han's eyes, even across such a distance.

Coupled with wide-open eyes and a pout, how could anyone not go crazy, how could anyone not find it adorable...

"Master, this fellow is an absolute fool, completely wasting such fine poison," Xue'er muttered discontentedly.

The previously tense atmosphere was instantly swept away without a trace by Lan Li's interruption.

It was just that the Emperor was far too eager to cultivate the Ninth Prince's sphere of influence, and without knowing how many leverage points Chen Shiying held, he had been somewhat hasty for success. Had he merely assigned Chen Shiying to the Ministry of Works as initially planned, Chen Shiying might not have met with disaster, and the Ninth Prince would have gained an extra asset.

The brass dragon remained unfazed by the threat of the dracolich, though the gap in strength could not be bridged by courage alone.

First of all, they also possessed consciousness-space servers; additionally, they had those golden sands. All that remained was to find a few university professors or similar figures, hypnotize them, and pull them into the consciousness space, combined with mind-synchronization and the like... Anyway, this entire setup was already readily available.

Having said that, she glanced triumphantly at Chu Lingxuan and Chen Ahfu. Her meaning was clear: I've guessed it—if Father wants to drive her away, he has to use strategy.

A faint sigh escaped, sounding almost like a release of heavy burden. Feng Xi's heart stirred, and turning around, she embraced Jin Jiaye, whispering softly.

"No, knowing that this trick works is enough; there's no need to startle the snake." Jiang Ning naturally objected, holding a yet more important reason—Granny Li still had to hold down the fort in City X! Without this towering deity, who could tell what kind of tricks the Number One camp might pull?

Within this brief span of time, starting from the corner, five or six corpses that had not yet dried up were already lying on the ground. The fatal wound on every black-robed figure was located precisely at the heart in the chest.

Having reached the ninth tier, the spirit foxes had always been the most formidable entities in this forest, and under normal circumstances, no one would dare provoke them.

The air in the courtyard was exceptionally refreshing. In this era devoid of industrial pollution, the surroundings of the Dayuan Island base were filled with lush green mountains and clear waters. Whether compared to the villa in the suburbs of Malaysia or the residence in the South African affluent community, the environment far surpassed them, allowing Yang Guang to thoroughly enjoy life here.

Though people of this sort knew how to "play basketball," they had never professionally learned the rules when they first started picking up the game; initially, they simply knew that throwing the ball into the hoop counted as scoring.