Chapter 128

Ruan Hongzhuang saw Shen Siyuan lean in, so she slightly extended her neck, her face full of curiosity about what he would say.

Then her lips were lightly kissed, followed by Shen Siyuan’s mischievous laugh.

Ruan Hongzhuang punched his chest lightly with her fist.

She pouted, “If you don’t want to say, fine—why tease me?”

“I’ll tell you, but not now.”

Shen Siyuan gently stroked her cheek—her skin was smooth and delicate, his hand

"Got it, hubby!" A Li let out a soft laugh, reactivating her seductive illusion technique—targeting Mo Luo, for her, controlling a seventh-rank mage was no different from controlling an ordinary person.

“Yes, sister! All information from the Celestial Plane is transmitted from here!” replied the Light and Shadow Emperor Alisha.

At the same time, Xiao Yan closed his eyes again, his hands rising involuntarily; his spirit turned inward, following the shadow’s movements as it slowly changed the hand seals, and the source qi within his vortex began to flow in tandem.

That day, he had last made his skis, practiced gliding farther, and tripped. He saw wool sticking out, dug through the snow, and found the sheep frozen solid to the ground; he went home, fetched a shovel, dragged it back, and solved his food problem for many days.

Du Yuan smiled faintly and said, “I want to too—but I promise you, I’ll return!” As he spoke, the four demons and Guo Xu, along with Vanguard Commander Guo Ruosheng, activated their magic and vanished into the void. Du Yuan, having spoken, stepped into the air and sped away.

Immediately, a force stronger than before surged forth, flooding directly into Jiang Shaoqing’s arm.

“Can’t I take pictures for others?” Nezha realized he’d slipped up and hurriedly explained.

“I want you to extract my family. When it’s done, I leave for a foreign country. These conditions must be met—or even if you kill me, I won’t agree!” Vice Officer Xue decided to gamble.

Chen Hao heard the voice and instantly understood; he flipped over, pinning the smooth body beneath him.

He retracted the Strange Flame, rubbed his brow, hesitated, then stowed the pill formula in his other hand. The strange words he muttered made the two before him frown inwardly—Xiao Yan’s tactic was clearly the stick-and-carrot approach; such a mindset was hard to believe belonged to a young man.

“Looks like something’s wrong in that direction,” Sima Youyue wiped away the markings she’d drawn on the ground.

This time, Dave didn’t argue with Steve; he let out a piercing howl toward the setting moon—his jacket instantly tore as muscles swelled from his body, and his flesh rapidly turned silver-gray, gleaming like metal under the cold moonlight.

Beyond the city gate, the county magistrate ordered the great gate shut again; Magistrate Lu Qingyi followed Zhu Houzhao and the others out. On the open ground beside the drawbridge, about thirty large pots had been set up, steaming. People ladled out rice porridge and handed it to the waiting crowd.

Song Wan’er ignored the curious glances around her and turned to leave, but Yun Mo grabbed her hand.

Unexpectedly, this annoying fellow came over to tease her, leaving her unsure how to respond; fine, she’d give him face—save him the embarrassment in front of Su Ke and Yu Yunyun.

A flash of light enveloped everyone—their attacks vanished before they could launch; when they regained awareness, they were somewhere else.

Su Ke’s face was expressionless—she knew the school leadership had endured her for nearly a full class, and now they’d finally unleash their criticism; what followed would surely be Song Guoqiang’s moment to shine.

To be fair, since that northern campaign against the Tartars, the two brothers hadn’t left the Jingji region at all—barely even ventured beyond Beijing’s outskirts.

But very few hellish spirits could truly harness the power of “Ming.” Though the God-Slaying Spear had been severely damaged, it was still the God-Slaying Spear; though this hell was already somewhat broken, its power remained, and these hellish spirits, drawing upon “Ming,” could still reach certain levels.

It’s impossible to subdue Ye Kai—even if you could, it would surely cost you dearly.

Possibly due to her work environment, Fang Qin bowed to Song Xingchen, then walked into the Phantom Pet Master Association. Song Xingchen wanted to say something, but held back, muttering instead.

Tan Xiao, bearing the command of the Ancestors of the Six Realms, finally appeared before everyone—hovering midair, arms crossed, his eyes fixed sternly below on Long Di.

That night, Lin Zhuo led the senior officers of the Southern and Northern Ocean Navies to Bandar Aceh Naval Port to attend the victory banquet.

All four tires were nearly blown out; the rims screeched violently against the road, sparks flying as the grinding noise echoed like a hellish summons. Su Chi gripped the steering wheel tightly, barely keeping the car on the road, but could no longer control it properly.

The Demon Sovereign, in passive healing, naturally heard their words—and as the saying goes, a bystander sees clearly—he understood perfectly what they meant by “consideration.”

As the treasure was about to be seized, her excitement was beyond words; she completely ignored the sly amusement in Su Chi’s smile.

Lin Zhuo and Zhao Jin lingered there a long while; Liu Shouyou had packed his belongings and came to bid farewell to the Shu contingent.

Su Chi smirked at He Wei, about to speak, but she turned her head, picked up her phone, and quietly tapped its screen with slender fingers.

“Send someone—deliver this letter at once to Fengcheng Hutong. At the fourth black-painted ‘gate,’ knock three long, two short. When someone comes out, give it to them—say nothing else.” Gao Yi repeatedly warned his trusted personal attendant.

Qiao Zilin and the other two rolled their eyes at Qin Tian, left him standing there, and chatted merrily as they walked upstairs.

One punch thrown—two muffled thunderclaps sounded, one after the other, rhythmic and spaced roughly one second apart.

The first few young champions of the Ten Thousand Clans instantly turned to ash; Niu Yun was blasted backward, his chest pierced, his horns shattered, barely escaping death.

Wen Ruyu’s cheeks flushed crimson, her words caught in shyness; she stole a glance at Ji Lengquan—only to find him looking right at her, smiling silently.

“Pfft!” Liang Xin nearly spat blood—he wanted to dig a hole, either bury himself or bury Xiang Weimin. Or swear to heaven he didn’t know this guy—absolutely didn’t.

At the time, Qiubaitang had already grown powerful, but far from reaching the Twelve Kings’ level. Under the pursuit of that king, Qiubaitang retreated again and again until there was no path left.