Chapter 582

Just as Liu Feng slapped him on the shoulder, Wang An broke into a cold sweat; the shoulder he’d been slapped on went limp, his arm sinking helplessly, and after hearing Liu Feng’s words, he stammered, “W-what reminder?”

As she spoke, Zhao Jiajia’s eyes dimmed, and Mu Yishan immediately realized she’d said the wrong thing and swiftly changed the subject.

She was already late for work yesterday, and today she didn’t even take leave—she just skipped work; she’s definitely dead.

“Hmph, mid-grade treasure weapons aren’t just yours!” Xue Wudao and Song Tian sneered, also preparing to summon their own mid-grade treasure weapons.

“Who told you to use spiritual power! Use physical strength to control it—do you even know what physical strength is? Idiot!” Wu Ting’s furious eyes stared at him, but Kai Ping remained unmoved, shouting loudly.

Zhong Heng paced calmly, already planning the safest escape route; sweat beaded on his forehead, his face filled with anxious dread, his palms slick with glistening beads.

A golden-threaded jade pendant rested quietly against her neck, lending her a touch of quiet elegance; silver butterfly earrings dangled at her ears, her jet-black hair pinned up in an intricate willow-leaf bun with a silver hairpin, and a single jade orchid clipped atop—exquisitely fresh, beautiful, and refined.

The security guard was startled by Lu Jun’s murderous gaze and immediately returned to his post, likely to have nightmares tonight.

Lu Jun had long anticipated that the impostor Lu Jun would act this way; since he possessed his own consciousness and thoughts, he certainly wouldn’t allow anyone to replace him—anyone would feel the same: who would permit another version of themselves to exist in this world?

Ao Xingyu, about to strike, was stopped by Ao Xingchen, who whispered a few words in his ear as a reminder.

Do you really think I’m Saint Mary standing here with a 360-degree halo, radiating universal salvation?

What Chao Yiqianming sought was power—the strongest power—so his dream was to surpass the Six Paths Sage, surpass Da Tongmu Huiye, even transcend this world, or challenge a new one.

Zhang Liang was stunned by Li Xuan’s shamelessness; Li Xuan was one move away from losing, yet he had the nerve to call it a draw?

Originally, the First Cavalry Corps designation shouldn’t have gone to the former Second Cavalry Corps, but the First Cavalry Corps had suffered heavy losses during early operations in Belarus and was now undergoing large-scale reorganization in the rear, soon to become an entirely new mechanized corps, while the remaining cavalry units would be split into several independent battalions.

Chao Yiqianming tried to struggle, but the ropes binding him were incredibly resilient; no matter how hard he strained, he couldn’t break free.

He didn’t disturb the pilot or co-pilot, returning directly to his seat; Feikoinof and Zhang Zhiqiang were chatting about Moscow’s scenery. Feikoinof was fully absorbed in conversation, while Zhang Zhiqiang, though also enjoying the talk, still stole glances at the landmarks below.

Li Xuan now dared not face Ya Ya; after just proposing, he’d delayed the wedding by a year—it felt immoral, even though they’d agreed beforehand, he still felt guilty.

Most importantly, this underhand pitch was extremely unnatural for batters accustomed to overhand throws.

After struggling weakly for a moment, Ping’er was half-forced into Jia Lian’s embrace; soon, she gradually warmed to it and began responding eagerly.

But… Han Sheng’s point was valid… the past is past; there’s nothing worth longing for.

Only today, as Li Tian’er looked back suddenly, did she recall: every time Yang Kaixin smiled and flicked her forehead gently, a hidden bitterness lingered within that smile.

Mo Xingle’s apron was still tied around his waist, his face, waist, and apron dusted with flour; strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, damp with sweat; worse still, his nose was smudged with gray-black soot—he looked utterly disheveled.

She’d thought submerging herself in water would ease this sense of insecurity, but the moment her buttocks touched the bottom of the tub, a far stronger sense of danger surged from deep within her.

Three days later, they encountered no powerful beasts along the way and arrived smoothly at the Rift Heaven Demon Abyss.

Zheng Xianzhen never imagined she’d one day hold such a status; had she known, when she first met Song Mocheng, she should have pursued him actively.

“I want Yueyue to host my Jieyuan banquet,” she said—but before even meeting her, she was turned away by her maid.

Just from this exchange, they’d resolved their current predicament—it seemed too simple.

He had remained chaste for Nono, resisting all temptations, yet only before Nono did his body prove so easily stirred.

The more she denied it, the louder a voice inside urged her: he loved you; because he loved you, because of a momentary lapse, he met his untimely death and came here.

The Four Shadows exchanged glances, then turned their eyes together toward Ling Wushuang’s door; they saw the two drunken fools had already entered and shut the door—immediately, they nodded in unison toward Shang.

Outside, a sudden icy wind howled, lifting a corner of the heavy curtain; bone-chilling cold seeped in, making the skin prickle.

Fatal wounds—but compared to earlier demons, their horns and claws now matched the attack power of mid-grade magic treasures!” Ming Shen said in surprise.