Chapter 933: Omen of a Dream

The divine punishment is intensifying—it's cumulative retribution for multiple crimes.

Master Tu's bones shattered inch by inch, his flesh twisted into knots, blood seeping into the floor, yet he dared not resist, dared not beg—he could only endure it all.

His hatred toward the Grand Void Gate deepened into his marrow along with this agony.

If not for the Grand Void Gate… the Ten Thousand Demons Valley would not have been destroyed, the Crimson Boat would not have been purged, and his plans would not have been thwarted at every turn.

Now the Mo Sect is surrounded and hunted, its main forces…

That evening, Yu Wan discussed this with Yu Feng; their views aligned—they believed the Qin family intended to confront the Crown Prince on the arena.

Da Ya teaches the beginner class, primarily Chinese pinyin, instructs children with educational stories, and teaches musical notation and singing.

Qiao Anguo heard this and found it truly reasonable, yet he still felt deep guilt and shame for having stolen credit that rightfully belonged to her.

This time Zhu Jintang did not rush; he patiently cradled her face and lightly kissed her rosy lips.

Zhu Jintang clearly had no memory of her; seeing her smile at him, he merely nodded slightly.

The only one who might think they were a gang was Shen Yanyu's fiancée, Chen Li.

The moment they left, a white shadow flashed in, sword flashing "shuā shuā shuā" in dazzling light, sheathed, and gone—all in less than a breath.

"Forget it—I'll just buy a drink from the mall, ice-cold!" Fatty put the teapot and teacup aside, opened the interface, entered the mall, and started tapping.

Dou Rumei and the others stood beneath a tree about a li from Wang Fu, gazing far off at the mansion, listening to the laughter and joy drifting on the wind, their hearts filled with profound loneliness.

Yang Rongrong sighed: "If I could go back, I'd definitely take you sightseeing." If she could bring back a handsome guy, her parents would surely be delighted—and all those things on him would be worth something; if she ran out of money, she could just trick him into selling a jade piece, and she'd never worry about food again.

On the sofa, Nini lay flat, her face deathly pale, visibly weak, with a distinct patch of crimson beneath her.

"This is my mission. The Alliance ordered me to capture Engineer Lu to extract from him the location of the uranium mine, and to keep him as a technician," You Ying said.

At Spirit-Ghost Street, Xiong Yu dropped them off, then planned to hail another taxi to go to Bao Sanjin's bar to arrange the next steps.

"Sister Xin, are you thinking of something sad again?" Gently picking the grain of rice from her brother's lip, she elegantly placed it into her own bowl, then turned to look at Kang Xiner, who was sighing.

Li Hongcheng had originally intended to tell Li Meihu about this, but he never expected to die so soon—otherwise, he would have told her long ago.

"Alright." Chi Tian responded decisively; before his words had even faded, his body vanished from the spot, reappearing behind the demon youth in the next instant, his fist—big as a sandbag—swinging powerfully at the opponent's back.

That's right—it was like a wake-up call! When you care too much, you lose your sense. How did I not think of this before??

Yu Wan was choking from Li Ruoyi's grip; Nan Jingyao immediately scooped her up in a bridal carry and turned to leave.

Only when the servant entered to clear the dishes did Ye Jiujio snap back to reality, suddenly recalling how Feng Mo drank—his long fingers, clearly defined knuckles, slightly pale skin, gently swirling the red liquid in a stemmed glass, eerily alluring and mesmerizing.

Ye Feng surveyed the surrounding men with indifference—all wore black T-shirts, black trousers, black leather shoes, radiating cold, cruel killing intent; at least thirty of them.

"Brother Ning, haven't you always wanted to go to the front lines? This is your chance." Bai Mo Yi immediately convened a meeting and first called upon Ning Dao.