Chapter 217: Ye Henshui: It Wasn

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Chen Mo stared blankly at Ye Henshui.

He never imagined this girl had the nerve to act this way in front of Ji Lianxing!

"Mmm…"

"Holy Maiden, it's not quite as you described…"

Ye Henshui bit her lip lightly, her body trembling slightly, her brows and eyes filled with pain.

"Breathe deeply, pain is normal… hmm?"

Seeing her face turn deathly pale,

That must be it—this explains all her strange behaviors. Ghost cultivators control souls; souls differ from physical bodies, which are more bound by time and space. Souls, being lighter, can more easily break through temporal and spatial limits. Otherwise, dream-transmission wouldn't exist.

Though he didn't know why he'd inexplicably crossed over here, whether in physique, appearance, or family background, this template was flawless.

After eating her fill, Chen Fei went to a nearby handmade craft shop; Chen Mo had no choice but to follow behind—it was a place she and Li Xiang often visited.

But Zhao Juechen was also clear on one point: regarding this matter, the Third Elder certainly still knew things he didn't.

She felt she couldn't handle her; this girl was simply too clever. No wonder Yu Fengmian had entrusted her with her care, repeatedly stressing she must look after her well.

Seeing no one believed her, Ren still lowered her head in grievance, her expression dimmed—perhaps Ye Chen had merely invented this lie to cheer her up.

"I'm always like this—unthoughtful, incapable of tolerance, and my personality isn't likable; I constantly provoke anger. Aren't you tired of it?" Su Jiuge asked seriously.

Overflowing wastewater flowed into the drainage ditch, carrying a faint reddish tint and strands of hair, finally swept into the sewer pipe.

Though Tang Ling had resolved his father-in-law's heart issue, the old man's bodily functions had already begun to deteriorate—and that he could not change.

Because he recognized that golden-yellow back of the head; though blocked by the windowsill and unseen in action, everyone present was sharp enough to guess what was happening.

"We both come from the Ancient Ancestor clans—can't we just get along peacefully?" Jun Dujiu realized he couldn't match the four of them; even with all his strength, he might barely escape—but continuing this fight would bring no good outcome for either side. Besides, Jiang Chen was already captured; there was no need for a bloody clash.

"Die!" Brother Zhang roared in fury, his right hand forming a palm, spiritual energy surging—it was the Cloud Dragon Palm that had originally killed Li Mu Shen.

In the following consecutive rounds, Chen Feng showed no mercy, drawing and revealing cards nonstop, forcing Er Gangzi to return every single card he'd just won from him.

Extending his spiritual sense, the village's scene clearly entered Jiang Chen's mind—crowded with skeletons of all kinds of professions; the more he looked, the more it resembled a dungeon.

Artifans, relying solely on the residual energy of the Divine Decree Mark, erased the Eye of the Dead, thus resolving the demonic threat.

"The Ding family has made progress in porcelain—what advances has the Bai family made this year?" Gao Yuan gazed at Bai Su Su, giving the Bai family a chance to compete; if they failed to impress the Jinling envoy delegation, they'd be eliminated—once Ding grows strong, Bai's decline will be inevitable.

Tao Xueqi smiled faintly, her soft voice sounding ethereal and uncertain, like a beautiful, man-eating spirit of the mountains—luring you with enchanting tones while watching you sink into pleasure, slowly devouring your bloodied flesh bite by bite.

Only Nan Shu made him truly feel that the one he loved most was always the most beautiful in his heart.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Pool is a sacred pool and also a forbidden zone—existing since the formation of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, no one knows when it came to be. Its location is ever-shifting, a self-contained space accessible only to specific individuals.