Chapter 69 She is acting like an elder now

"Yes, My Lord, I am truly exhausted today," Song Tang added, "If you are running late with your official duties tonight, you might as well just make do in the study. There is a small cot in there..."

Song Tang's intent to refuse was painfully obvious. This man's stamina was simply too formidable; they had been at it for several days straight. He could handle it, but she certainly could not!

Mu Changxiao: "......"

Song Tang felt that tonight was destined to be a night of howling winds and endless, relentless waves.

Morning.

Before handing it over to Li Weixiao, Zhang Zi did not forget to unscrew the bottle cap for her, exactly as Lin Yuan'ai had instructed.

Number Thirty gripped the longsword at his waist tightly, his eyes filled with tension. He was not afraid of death, but the task Yun Duoduo had assigned him was a hundred times more difficult than dying. How could he not be nervous?

"How beautiful!" Finally, after countless words of praise cycled endlessly through his mind, he could only utter these two words. Only now did he realize how impoverished his vocabulary truly was. He longed to use the most magnificent words to describe her, only to discover in the end that even the most sublime vocabulary fell short of capturing her beauty.

The great demons gathered here were few in number, but every single one of them was a supreme overlord dominating their respective realm in the demonic world. Unlike the batch on the cliff terrace, their cultivation levels were all at the Immortal Venerable realm. At this moment, they were watching the youth carrying the black halberd walk toward the stone door with looks of utter contempt.

Yao Qingmu was deeply stirred by him. She had never imagined that Rong Xing, who was always so carefree and worldly, wandering amidst the blossoms, could utter such profound and insightful truths. Furthermore, every single word and sentence struck straight at her vital points. Truly, a single remark could awaken someone from their delusions.

"Who on earth is it? Who on earth could be so cruel to you?" Yi Nanxun roared in fury. How could there be such vicious people in this world, willing to take out such heaven-defying parasitic gu to harm others?

Her hand instinctively moved to the place where it used to reside. It was gone now. Once, it had been so close to her, sharing her flesh and blood as her kin—her only kin. And now, nothing remained. How could her heart not ache? How could she not grieve?

"What the hell, you aren't planning to rob me, are you?" Chen Xia looked at his bare backpack with a sense of indignation. These items were brought over with such immense difficulty.

She felt a guilty conscience upon accepting it, yet when pushing it away, an inexplicable sense of expectation stirred within her heart. It was truly a paradox; even she herself had no idea what she was thinking.

"Sister Su, aren't you a bit too early? Didn't we agree on eight o'clock?" Li Chen was overjoyed. He knew very well that Su Ya's aloof and detached demeanor was purely put on for others to see, and he immediately stepped forward to welcome her.

Before the words had faded, a flash of purple crossed Sarah's eyes. The Flame Beast beneath her feet opened its maw and spat out a tongue of fire. The temperature of the flames reached over one hundred thousand degrees, equivalent to a standard atomic breath.

Accepting the brocade pouch from Wan Shier, Ma Xiaoqian expressed his gratitude before leaving Zhang Guangtai's residence.

Recalling the bizarre and eccentric events that had occurred around her yesterday, a strange premonition suddenly arose in Luo Qing's heart: she felt as though she had already found the most perfect solution.

What the Dark Dao Sovereign said made a great deal of sense. At present, Bingjue was an unadulterated burden to Su Yan, or perhaps a dormant virus.

However, the signal sent over by Xiao Ran and his team remained as abysmal as before. Even if Old Zhang wished he could shove the earphones directly into his brain, it was of no use. Zhang Fengkui, who had always maintained his composure, gradually grew stern. His changing expression caused a sense of unease to ripple through the onlookers nearby.

Beiming Shuang slowly stood up with a faint smile. Before any of them could react, a strand of her long hair shot forward like a sharp sword, aiming straight at Ma Xiaoqian's chest.

Seemingly noticing the eerie, dead silence in the classroom, Long Juan on the podium slowly raised her head. After sweeping her gaze across the classroom, two flushes of pink gradually bloomed across her jade-like face.