Chapter 226: The Empress Snuggles Under the Covers! If You Can Talk, Don

「Mmm…」

The air echoed with an intimate sound.

Chen Mo leaned against the headboard, breathing slightly labored, expression strained.

Though the room was dim, his vision could still take in every exquisite detail.

The queen's plain long dress had been shed, leaving only a deep red undergarment embroidered with phoenixes piercing peonies; the sheer fabric revealed glimpses of Bai Xi's delicate skin, and his gaze traced along her smooth back to where it sharply curved.

Chen Kaige found this hard to understand—he'd tried his best to explain his thoughts simply, yet the audience still wouldn't buy it.

But if no one appeared to stop this war between the Lich and the Wraiths, the two races would likely settle their fate with this battle.

In fact, Wei Yilin's frown was a common gesture in regular tennis matches; it only stood out starkly against Murong Ying's unchanging stoicism and Ping Gu's impassive expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, silence returned outside the cave. Tian Boguang assumed it was just a passerby, but after a while, the person laughed loudly outside again.

"He's not wrong. I've met people like you—so desperate to control their lives they've forgotten how to enjoy them. Answer me… if you had the chance to relax, what would you truly want to do?" Lucifer asked in a voice full of allure.

Hearing the voice, his gaunt head slowly lifted, sporting a long beard and round, uneven glasses perched atop sparse white hair that resembled rice stubble left after autumn harvest.

"Can you come to Stark Tower? Bring Xuan Yin if you can!" Tony's voice came through the phone.

Lorelei felt she had changed—this transformation frightened her, for it wasn't her style, and she didn't know what impact it would bring! She remembered she wanted to leave this arm she didn't want to leave, but her body refused to obey.

The hand holding the Power Stone slowly rose, purple light gradually enveloping his fist.

"By the way, why didn't that bastard show up today? Did he go on a date with Sister Xue?" Ling Tian's name slipped out suddenly from Nangong Wan'er. In the past, whenever they killed all the zombies, Ling Tian would appear—but today, he hadn't shown up at all.

Among them, the waterfall crashed into the abyss, rolling waves surging as if a beast's roar echoed within—but all around, waterfalls hung suspended, streams vied through countless gorges, and Liu Tuo couldn't tell what it was.

Jiao Yuan didn't care how much it hurt—he knew if he hadn't dodged just now, that club would've split his skull open.

When You Jian thought this was truly beyond saving, Mi Zhaier suddenly smirked.

After venting, I resignedly took to the air again, relentlessly chasing the vanished carriage tracks; my lips were torn, blood leaving dark stains on my jaw. In rare moments of clarity, I was terrified by my own madness—but hurting myself was the only way I could release this agony.

"I knew you've been thinking about Princess Qin Yunfei all along. You want to be her Prince Consort of Qin Xue Empire, don't you?" Lin Yin said.

"What! He could think of all this from just that?" Lin Yin was also surprised.

On the competitor bench, Jing Si and his six companions sat side by side, heads bowed, fully absorbed in what they were doing. Suddenly, loud shouts rang out.

Upon hearing Wang Dianfeng's words, those who had come with him exchanged glances.

Wind howled overhead, thunder roared, while my face turned as pale as snow; I laughed softly, silently and sorrowfully, a chilling sensation filling my entire body, my black hair spreading, my tattered clothes fluttering as I fell. Whenever I thought of this immortal body, I no longer saw it as a divine blessing—it felt like a curse.

Hearing him ask, Wen Qu understood Yan Ang's meaning. She pulled her hand back slightly, for it burned painfully—she guessed it was from hauling those heavy things up to the fifth floor.

As the vow was spoken, a powerful karmic force—origin unknown—crossed vast, immeasurable spacetime, finally locking onto Qi Wuce's divine soul.

A name slipped out involuntarily. Though the one within the Hasang concealed himself well, that fleeting emotion and the subtle hand reaching for the axe at his back were sharply sensed by Qi Wuce's divine awareness.

Bai Hongfei glared at Huang Wuji but forced himself to say calmly: "I don't know where you're from. Please state your name!"

After all, they shared the same origin; their methods weren't vastly different. When Qi Wuce once gambled with Artemis, didn't he pluck all the golden apples except for one lone golden tree?

"Old Niu, you know my nature—do you think I'd lie to you?" Long Rui didn't get angry; instead, his tone turned worried.

"I wonder what brought Brother Xu here? People rarely come to this place—it's not a main route, and dangers abound. Of course, with Brother Xu's cultivation level, you've nothing to fear." Li Yi asked, yet couldn't resist a bit of mutual flattery.

Xia Lüzhu wasn't sure if her feelings were true, soul-deep love—it didn't seem so. Logically, she hadn't fallen for Jian Jie at first sight, nor was she infatuated by his intellectual prowess or athletic ability.

"Damn, looks like the second floor's gonna be stripped bare by NPCs," the Thief's Mark sighed bitterly, but even if he had the guts, he wouldn't harvest those herbs—unless he could match that monster's strength.

He had less than 80,000 virtual points left. He spent 30,000 to exchange for a higher-tier Cosmic Brain cultivation method, then upgraded his Earth-Submerging Technique to Intermediate level—leaving him nearly empty.

After the tour, I sat again with Zhang Rang and Zuo Feng, sipping hot tea, my eyes shifting between them. What's going on? Why won't either of them speak?

Four long, powerful legs danced in the air, occasionally releasing powerful qi blasts that riddled the nearby sanatorium with holes.

Qiao Wan Yue felt something was off, but she didn't show it. After using the restroom, she followed Wei Cheng to the theater.

In this case, Wang Hai's death involved a hallucinogen—a compound similar to psilocybin and LSD—but our forensic experts still couldn't identify what exactly it was.