Chapter 125

Cao Sheng smiled, "I'm here! If you really want to publish my book, we can definitely talk."

Lin Baohui was delighted, "That's great! But I don't have authority to discuss the contract details with you—how about this? Tomorrow morning, we'll come back to you, and then Director Zhao can discuss the contract specifics?"

Cao Sheng nodded, "Fine! But it doesn't feel right always having you come to me—why not tell me where you're staying, and I'll—"

Han Xue was startled by Li Tian's sudden move, her eyes widening instantly as she stared, bewildered, at Li Tian's mischievous grin.

"Oh? So you can't fight anymore? Are your demon clan really out of people?" Li Feng wouldn't miss this chance to suppress the demon clan.

Zombies suck blood—they don't eat human flesh. For them, blood is sweet and savory; human flesh is merely a vessel for blood. Just as we don't eat the bowl when we eat rice, zombies find human flesh as indigestible as a porcelain bowl.

Ye Tian's heart stirred—he had endured countless battles and long ago developed a sharp instinct for danger. He instinctively felt Huo Qifei was off.

I froze in place, feeling every muscle in my body stiffen. That vast, endless darkness seemed to press down on me at that moment, forcing me to summon all my strength just to straighten my bent spine.

The man spoke softly, yet his voice rolled through the Dragon Cave like thunder, striking at the heart—lower-level cultivators immediately felt their blood surge; some couldn't bear it and spat out blood.

Jialan Ya carries a calming aura and a toxin-repelling aura. Originally a sixth-rank herb, but because it also possesses miraculous Immortal Realm energy, it acts like a transformer, amplifying its sixth-rank aura to approach seventh-rank quality, and makes it easier for cultivators' bodies to absorb and utilize its medicinal power.

I was surprised—I'm different from the people she's met? I'm no longer a sinner who traded with devils and could only walk in darkness; I'm now a mortal who can run and sweat under sunlight. What major difference could I possibly have?

"About right, maybe, perhaps—I should call them sister-in-laws?" Xu Ruoxue blinked her big eyes slowly.

Li Feng longed to freeze time at this moment—to keep holding Xie Yuan Yi's hand and walk on forever.

Though her aura was sharp and fierce, Qi Luo was too young, making some think she was easy to bully.

But because of her martial training, she carried an aura of pressure—even ordinary people, let alone fellow martial artists like Mo Jie, could feel it.

If Ning Rongrong knew Ning Fengzhi's view of support-type soul masters was just this, she'd definitely retort him.

Worried they might not see well, Zhou Yuxuan walked to the front of the screen and pointed with his finger at the dance floor on the far left of the image.

Then he launched a fierce attack, fighting two other quasi-saint great demons in succession, shaking heaven and earth—but he never killed them, only sparring and taunting.

Finally, even the Enforcement Hall was called. He fled in panic, only to run into Qi Luo.

Agent Lin Dong didn't take his phone, but helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose.

Though I wasn't in mortal danger, two ribs were broken—I'd need at least six months of hospital recovery.

Those over fifty, except for a few who 'left the mountains late' or 'developed late,' mostly had just average talent.

Because this road was secluded and few lived nearby, there were no lights at night—everything was swallowed by terrifying darkness.

"The blood of the Mist Giant?" Solon's heart leapt—he knew that no matter the type, all Giants were unquestionably divine descendants; this blood was immensely valuable.