Chapter 180: Kiss the Situation! The Empress Baby

Dawn's faint light filtered through gauzy curtains and spilled onto the bed.

Lin Jingzhu stared blankly at the man before her, her thoughts in chaos, unable to tell whether this was dream or reality.

"Lord Chen, are you still alive?"

Chen Mo did not answer; he extended a finger and pressed it against her chest, transmitting a thread of blood qi.

Feeling that familiar warmth, Lin Jingzhu's expression shifted from confusion to shock, then to disbelief and overwhelming joy.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I only know this much—I couldn't help you at all," Luo Bin said, tense and apologetic.

Now they knew the Ghost King Seal was in the Corpse Cultivation Grove, and that what they might encounter inside were merely low-grade zombies.

With the hairdryer on its highest setting and a wet comb, he barely made it out of the bathroom before time ran out.

The beast's eyes held no trace of wisdom—only terrifying, overwhelming destructive intent.

Yang Lian had once been Left Grand Censor of the Censorate, Imperial Tutor, and elder of the Donglin faction in court; his pardon stirred countless hearts, and many speculated whether his amnesty signaled a shift in court politics—whether the Donglin Party would once again produce upright officials to fill the halls!

From subtle reactions in Yi Xiao, he sensed that Yi Xiao was not unfamiliar with his name.

"Alright." Ke Huan pulled out the temporal dagger and sliced open the space before him.

Musk continued: "The entire lunar journey lasts twenty days—seven days to reach the Moon, eight days to return. Tourists can view Earth in full panorama during transit and marvel at the dazzling splendor of the cosmos."

Having reached a conclusion, Bai Zhengze hesitated only briefly before racing toward the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves.

I leapt straight over the headless corpse and kicked out, striking a tall, thin underworld warrior who had also jumped up, splitting him clean in half at the waist.

A Cultivation Foundation Establishment-stage cultivator in gray robes entered, bowing low with head down, his rigid back bent respectfully as he whispered something to Yun Daozi, then withdrew.

The plaza of Heixing City stood at the end of Ring Twenty, large enough to hold a thousand people. Li Mo had not yet left, rummaging through his clothes, wondering which one would best convey the aura of a master.

Originally, no matter how hard the captain of the Heixing City Guard pleaded, Li Mo had intended to contribute nothing—but when Nangong Hao casually said one sentence to him, Li Mo became generous.

Blood splattered across her face; a piercing, heart-wrenching scream rang out. Xu Zhi clutched her father's headless corpse, wailing uncontrollably. Xu Qinglin froze as if struck by lightning, then drew his blade and charged the yellow-faced killer—but the murderer flung him aside like a kite on a string.

Xia Shiguang's phone rang in his pocket. He apologized to Yu Xin, stood up, and answered the call.

"What ending? Nonsense. Are you even going to keep living?" Gu Chen had no desire for an ending with Xia Shiguang; instead, he felt that from the moment he woke, he had truly begun to know Xia Shiguang.

Bluebeard knew that Tang Fan and Wang Mudan seemed to have an ambiguous relationship—otherwise why would she grant Tang Fan three wishes and give him an invitation to the Vanquish-Monkey Assembly?

For instance, after Liu Wuchen vanished, he searched the entire Northwest Alliance—two years passed with no trace! His master, Qingguangzi, repeatedly urged him to return to the Taiyi Dao Gate, but he refused every time.

They still darted wildly around the courtyard playing Feifeile, thankfully without colliding into the Immortal Peach Tree again. Nangong Hao's tense mood eased slightly, and he refocused his mind on his study of arrays.

Yan Liang, seated in the main seat, also frowned. Though employing deceit in warfare was common, Shen Pei's proposal made him feel deeply uneasy.