Chapter 479

"What are you trying to do?"

Ruan Hongzhuang, seeing Shen Siyuan twisting her body into an odd posture, blushed and asked.

At this moment, her heart was filled with both worry and thrill.

The worry, of course, was that Shen Siyuan might be playing another new trick, one her body couldn't withstand; the thrill came from the desire deep within her—shameful yet tinged with exhilarating pleasure.

"Don't move."

Shen Siyuan slapped her buttocks, then pulled her legs toward

"Not long ago, Old Man Qingke failed to advance in cultivation and was attacked on his way back—he vanished. So there's more to this story. Who's telling the truth?" Among the audience, several demonic cultivators raised questions.

Gu Jiu's smile slowly froze. In that instant, he thought he saw a faint shadow flicker in her star-like eyes.

Tan Yue believed that with her brother Tan Jian backing her, even if she killed Mo Qiu now, she would suffer no consequences.

And the one orchestrating all of this was precisely the No. 11 "Ren" stall they had just rented.

Chen Ping and his three companions had now chased to within a thousand meters of Mo Qiu and the others. The Chen family had spent generations in the beast trade; hunting beasts in the forest was as easy as drinking water and eating meals. Mo Qiu's escape trail was as clear to them as a guiding beacon.

At the same time, smoothly coerce and threaten him—if caught, he must take all the blame upon himself.

Understanding the auction's situation, the Wind Demon Dog—with intelligence rivaling that of humans—quickly bowed its head to Lu Lin. "Sorry. Thank you, human child." A deep, gravelly voice emerged from the dog's throat.

Dawn will come eventually, so the darkness before dawn is nothing to fear—it is not merely darkness, it is hope.

Several Primordial Realm experts also wore expressions of shock. Just moments ago, they had clearly seen Han Feng's fist aura engulf Mo Qiu—how could it suddenly vanish?

Yu Songzi struggled to rise from the ground, then slowly followed Yang Lin. Soon, the two entered a tent.

"This plan carries too great a risk…" The Empress looked down at her clasped hands.

Su Yi withdrew her hand, her heart stilled. She understood Xing'er's meaning perfectly—she simply did not wish to meet him. But seeing Xing'er's tear-filled eyes, she could not bear it, and slowly nodded.

"Do you know my mother?" There was no need to hide it—and hiding it was impossible, for the evidence was written on her face.

In the center of the training ground, one hundred and twenty students stood in neat formation.

Su Zhi and Zhao Zixian turned toward the source of the voice—a vigorous old man, accompanied by all the judges, standing there unnoticed.

"These are the six hundred and sixty-six beasts that make up my body. They scattered Lei Yu's corpse across every corner of the Earth, ensuring he could never reassemble his human form."

Since the wedding, she had never been separated from him for so long—not even when he went to Quanzhou, where he took her with him.

Inside the great array, Long Jia's matriarch Wang Ying stared at the dark, pressing enemy forces beyond the array, her face grim.

"Young Master, if this Liu family's ancestor truly was a disciple of Fu Lin Sect, killing him may lead to dire consequences," Yang Yuxin ventured.

The white fat man's left hand had not yet healed; he could only watch others arm-wrestle. Now he was overly sensitive—every time a new guest entered the hotel, his fat quivered.

Gongsun Shuqin gave a signal; a disciple of the Divine Physician Sect flashed forward and followed.

If this were true, Liu Yunyang's life was over. The Liu family's reputation was over. Zhou Shi looked toward Yunxiang.

Gritting her teeth against the searing pain, Gu Changsheng propped herself up slightly and stared at Liu Ma's trembling hands, speaking in a low voice.