Chapter 365: He Wields the Demon to Its Utmost; Who Is He Seeking?

Mingde Shouzuo was in a great hurry; the next day, each sect received its own mission and set out for Donghai Commandery in Liangzhou.

As a senior disciple of the Tianhe Sect and the wielder of the Qingping Sword, Xie Qingxue bore one of the heaviest burdens—she was to go straight to Haipu County alongside Mingde Shouzuo, the most likely hiding place of the Nether Immortal.

"You go to the Jiushan Realm."

Yan Wushuang blinked, somewhat doubting what he had heard.

"The Jiushan Realm?"

"Yes."

After Andy hung up on the Singularity, he made his way from the airport to his home, plagued by doubts and anxieties all the way; yet just before getting out of the car, he couldn't help but regret hanging up that call so ambiguously. He also felt he had been unclear and ambiguous, acting unlike a man.

Tie Rou was carried back into the room; Tie Lao San didn't even lend a hand, for there were plenty of people who owed Tie Rou a life-saving debt, bustling about. Even Tie Xingfeng came to tuck the blanket around Tie Rou.

If she had been firmer back then and not followed Ye Qingting, or if she had later sent a caring text message and sincerely apologized, perhaps the relationship between them would not be as strange as it is now.

The operating room door finally opened; as if sensing it, Xiao Zitian, who had been letting her eyes hang low, instantly raised them and stared unblinkingly at the doctor.

After securing a double kill in the bottom lane, Sun Yifan's Vi entered a slaughter mode for the rest of the match.

Thinking of this, Feng Chenghui walked slowly toward the backstage and began to calculate how to wrap things up.

"Are you curious why this palace wishes to see you?" Qin Yun asked softly, but as soon as the words left her lips, she couldn't help but cough a few times, her face growing even paler from those coughs.

Walking home, the two brothers tacitly kept silent; Lu Jinyang had many things he wanted to say, but seeing Sun Yifan's back, he didn't know how to say them.

I hid under the truck and took a peek; it seemed Guo Yizhan's figure was not discovered inside, though I didn't know if he was in the rest room.

Both suddenly stopped; in the instant their eyes met, an emotion seemed to flow, yet it vanished and settled into calmness as Yongsheng Xian nodded in greeting.

"The Four Spirit Gods of the Enduring Ones—I never expected anyone could summon you. It seems this time I truly face certain death!" Yu Yaoran's smile was grim, his heart already cold as dead ash.

So the hundred million he spoke of was not baseless; it was actually true. This terrified her greatly.

The historical figures summoned by Barl knew nothing of the Empire's current situation. Once the territory grew and prospered, dealings with these nobles would be inevitable; knowing nothing about them would leave one in a very passive position.

For she indeed liked Qi Wanwan's temper; it was precisely this protective, hot-tempered nature that had shielded Xu Yin so many times within the courtyard.

Zhou Jiu remained curled up on the sofa; the Husky lay sprawled on its back beside the sofa, while the squirrel, content, curled into a ball inside the trash can, which had been fitted with a clean garbage bag.

"Sister, I support you," Yan'er clenched her fist toward me, then blinked, looking as if she would hold up the sky should it collapse.

He did this repeatedly, taking three consecutive steps, and had already left the pursuing soldiers far behind.

Such outwardly posted positions were all lucrative posts; he did not wish to return to headquarters, where days were bitter and one had to rack one's brain to curry favor with those great figures, when wielding sole power was so much more comfortable.

Barl scratched his head, did not pursue, but instead crossed his arms and waited quietly.

The leader of the Dragon Tomb Guards, without uttering a word, led Wang Long to the entrance of the Ten Thousand Dragons Hall, reported to the gate guard, who passed the message up through levels to the hall, then received a direct verbal order from the Dragon Head instructing the two to enter the Ten Thousand Dragons Hall to speak.

"There won't be anything else tonight, will there?" After leaving the supermarket, Zhang Lu still hadn't let go of Han Wei's hand, caring nothing if others mistook them for a couple.

But now… under Ling Feng's gaze, Chen Ying felt as if countless ants were crawling over her body, making her feel uncomfortable all over, yet also as if a pair of large hands were gently stroking her body.