Chapter 31

The man in the light brown gown before him maintained a posture of respectful offering, calm and composed, leaving He Cheng momentarily unable to gauge his intentions.

A few minutes later, a gap about two centimeters wide and ten centimeters long had been pried open in the relief carving.

Although it was supposed to be Zhang Xuan scrubbing her back, Shinku was huddled in Zhang Xuan's arms. With no better alternative, Zhang Xuan had no choice but to bathe Minazuki Shinku himself.

"What exactly is your purpose in coming here, Imperial Brother?" Gu Li stood by the window, gazing at the night outside, and countered the question instead of answering.

In an instant, a sizzling sound emanated from Gu Li's back, a noise that made Lu Qingqing’s heart tremble with fear.

In less than five minutes, Gerant appeared at the foot of the mountain path with dozens of fully armed soldiers.

"You don't need to worry about that!" Han Ziyan patted the back of Xu Yu’s hand, giving her a look full of hidden meaning.

Although the Southern Military Region had not ranked highly in the national special forces competitions in recent years, and had even fallen behind, she felt that for a fleeting moment, the many events of the past between her and Huo Mingjue played back in her mind like a movie, scene by scene, rapidly unfolding.

"This is my only condition. Otherwise, don't even think about me doing anything for you," Ai Qi said, her tone firm and leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

Zuo Zhici could not believe that her father, whom she had always viewed as a god, could actually do such a thing.

By the end of the month, only about ten people remained out of the original team of thirty; the others had simply given up along the way, unable to endure the hardship.

He went to ask his mother for the truth once more, only for He Yueru to continue insisting on how much he loved Wang Xiaolu.

The night of late October carried a hint of chill, but what made Xia Feifei feel even colder was her own heart.

I was also completely bewildered; could it really have been an auditory hallucination? Yet, I had clearly heard a "ticking" sound just moments ago. How could this be?

Sitting in the spirit boat and counting the days, I knew it would take less than ten days to return to the sect.

A massive explosion rang out, followed by white snow mixed with gray soil and dark green tree bark scattering through the air, interspersed with splashes of red blood—it was clear someone had been injured.

However, he did not trust his visual estimate of the height, as there were many ways to alter one’s stature, such as wearing height-increasing insoles.

Jiang Ciyun’s figure was tall and slender. He wore a crisp, snow-white shirt beneath a sophisticated black suit, sans tie. Holding an iron canister, he lowered his head to focus on the product instructions; the sight caused my heart to ache suddenly.

Xing Feng and Jin Yan could not help but exchange a smile. Knowing that his elder sister had never been one to get drunk, and fearing she might say something that would ruin her image, Xing Feng quickly shielded her and guided her toward the inner room, coaxing her with kind words as they went. Watching this, Jin Yan and I instinctively reached out and held hands.

It wasn't until the Sect Master emerged from seclusion that people stopped discussing the topic. Now, the family of Qiu Ming was a taboo within the sect; no one dared to mention them.

That was definitely no ordinary monster. Lin Feng’s expression grew much more serious; he sensed a faint aura of danger emanating from the shadow.

A breeze constantly blew through the secret passage, suggesting it must lead somewhere. As they ventured deeper, the faint sound of flowing water could be heard. Could there be an underground river? However, the Sanjing Temple was situated at a high elevation; they were likely still a long way from the surface.

This seemed to disrupt the original plan, but my only thought was that I could not let Jiang Ciyun lose face at this moment.

The two walked like this for an entire day, eventually stopping to rest on the mountainside. Tianci felt nothing unusual. It seemed that, just as the tree demon had said, this Decapitation Mountain surely held secrets unknown to others.

"Alright, it's time to enter the dungeon." Looking at the unsightly expression on Feng Yu Wu Zu's face with some amusement, Lin Feng grinned.

Tang Ya also knew the situation was critical. She drove the car forward, eyes scanning the terrain ahead. They seemed to be entering a rural township, and the road was becoming increasingly rugged; the car jolted constantly over the potholes.

Yet even now, sitting in Coulson’s vintage convertible, the relentless questions of Nick Fury seemed to echo in Patch’s ears. Slightly dazed, Patch shook his head, trying to shake off everything Fury had just said.

Canary showed no reaction toward the person who had killed her in the past. She remained in a deep slumber, her soft body covered by a long, white blanket.

Of course, the main point was that it was unlikely they could sneak into Nanshan University at night, so they chose to rest outside first before heading in.

Shulou Longsu and Fojian Fenshuo were locked in an unending, fiercely contested battle with the other two members of the Mie Du Three Sects, neither side able to gain the upper hand.

Tuoba Quxi cast a cold glance at Jinyi, and that rigid fox-like face finally returned to normal.

Jun Jinglan looked down at Jun Yancang and his companions from above. His eyes, glowing with a faint blue light, were calm and devoid of emotion, as if the kick he had just delivered was merely a casual whim.

The only difference among those in the Dao-Evolution Realm lies in the distinction of their Dao-hearts; the only unique thing every living being possesses has always been their soul.

Wuyou cast a scornful look at Mei Wuge. Was this man truly blind, or just pretending? With the heavy injuries on his own body, was he just acting as a prop? It was a wonder he had the nerve to say such things.

"A will?" Red stains covered Zuo Ranjia’s mouth and hands. She lay prone on the bed, unable to move, glaring furiously at everyone in the room.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Qing was left dumbfounded, Su Min covered her face, Shen Lun choked on a mouthful of wine that he hadn't managed to swallow, coughing incessantly, and Hua Qing collapsed on her chair, laughing.

He stood frozen as if turned to stone, his grief so profound it felt as though he were suffocating. Yet, this time, he did not shed a single tear.

At this moment, a look of ruthlessness flashed across Yu Chen's beautiful face. Although he was constantly teased by Xue'er, he was a protector after all, and when it came to being cold-blooded and ruthless, he was second to none.