Chapter 607

After speaking, Ao Mu opened her red lips and was about to suck Wang Sanlang directly from the wet mud into her belly, to chew him slowly and savor him.

Mo Jiao Aotian reached out again to shield Wang Sanlang and said, "Mother, wait!"

Ao Mu grew angry and snapped, "This is the son of your father's killer—why are you still sparing him?"

Aotian said, "Mother, do not be hasty—I have my reasons."

He opened his mouth and drew in gently, "Whooshhh~~~"

Fang La's identity and nature were known better than anyone else's by the host, and his status was exceptionally unique—though Zhao Ji and Zhao Si had never understood it, even the common folk at the foot of Yunxin Temple rarely knew of his connection to Fang La.

Xie Han quickly bent over, grabbing his pants by the waistband—the elastic was loose, and one tug would make them fall; he gripped them tightly, afraid to let go.

Wu Ma and the others gradually woke up, saw Li Hao and Lin Ya in their intimate posture, smiled knowingly, then went back to their own affairs.

"Ling Yun, this Eternal Leaf…" Ai Weier gazed at the Eternal Leaf in Ling Yun's hand and spoke with difficulty.

"I'm not going—I still need to go learn spells from my master." I tried to pull my hand back, but Yu Cheng held it tightly.

Luo Yexi raised the Nine Yang Heavenly Sword high; surging solar fire erupted from the blade, forming five blazing orbs around her body. With a flick of her hand, the five golden-red orbs landed simultaneously beside the Blood Beast.

"Is this considered a commission?" Ling Yun withdrew his hand; the light in his palm had vanished, the wound on Xiu Xiao Meijiu's chest had completely healed, even her clothing restored.

Yue Fei and Yang Yizhong walked forward calmly; everyone turned to look. Since ancient times, messengers had always traveled alone—never two together. Song Jiang and the others could not hide their confusion, sneered, and felt certain the imperial court viewed them with suspicion and no sincerity.

Ku Mu Rong possessed a Golden Core's spiritual sense; even without projecting his spiritual power to interfere, his perception and agility far surpassed wood. Before Mu Tou even moved his fist, merely the slight contraction of his arm muscles, Ku Mu Rong could already predict its direction and force. In three punches and two kicks, he knocked Mu Tou sprawling.

After getting in the car, Li Hao lit a cigarette, then pulled out from his jacket pocket the item the man who had just touched him had secretly slipped in, smiling.

Tang Wu finally realized that last night's drama had spread through nearly half of Jiangcheng—everyone now speculated even more fiercely about the rivalry between the Tang sisters, and its implications for the marriage alliance.

The Demon Clan Shield Captain dropped 6 pieces of equipment; the Demon Clan Shadow Assassin Captain dropped 7 pieces—totaling 13 pieces of equipment.

In an instant, Qin Feng sensed that Tang Hai behind Yi Tianhao emitted a distinctly hostile aura—as if marking him as an enemy. As Yi Tianhao's personal bodyguard, she placed his safety above all else, no matter what happened.

Moreover, he understood the potential of players—they were weak now only because the game had just launched; give them a few years, and they would become the backbone of this world.

I saw Mu Xuan's tears lingering in his eyes, but he held them back. They say a man does not shed tears easily, that a man's knees hold gold—but today, this man cared for neither.

As a trusted aide to the Underworld King of Jiangbei, he knew the situation in Jiangbei City inside out—he was well aware of the Mu family's disgraced son-in-law title.

The handshake lasted less than three seconds; Yin Shi swiftly withdrew her hand, then seamlessly accepted the tissue offered by the servant, wiped her hand, took the dessert, and smiled her thanks.

At this point, Yu Xuan's intent was clear—she had spun a long, roundabout tale merely to use Su Xuan for some purpose; Su Xuan decided to hear her out.

As he spoke, his gaze flicked sideways toward Jiang Chen, his eyes brimming with undisguised contempt.

Transfer agreement? He Shuai hadn't expected his uncle to still be thinking of selling the orchard—he had brought him here hoping he'd show some mercy for his younger brother's sake. He never imagined his earnest efforts were wasted—his uncle was beyond saving.

Recalling the labyrinthine alleys of the Yaoguo capital, Lu Feidu, the most notorious wanderer in the city, immediately paled and shook his head repeatedly—then suddenly remembered something, his face lighting up with a look of sudden, deeply meaningful realization.

Now that the matter had escalated to this point, the whole family was in turmoil; Mrs. Yan felt a twinge of regret.

So, right before Xiao Yang, he summoned the head of the Intelligence Division and relayed Xiao Yang's orders.

A ghostly figure suddenly drifted up from the ground, swift as a gale, then landed steadily before them.

"Dad, I plan to go up the mountain this afternoon and plant medicinal herbs in the cleared land—is that alright?" Li Youqian asked Li Fugui; the medicinal herb seeds had been delivered by Qian Fuhai the previous afternoon.

"Grandma, Grandma," the Lu sisters entered and surrounded Xia Nainai, sweetly calling her Grandma.

The Imperial Consort's son is the Emperor's eldest, fifteen years old; Ouyang Heng is third in line, eight years old—there is still enough time to restore Ouyang Heng's rightful position.

Wang Ziling left her house to Wang Zhanpeng and gave him all her savings; Wang Zhanpeng spent every day in drunken oblivion, only realizing he had become utterly alone once his money was gone. Wang Ziling devoted herself entirely to caring for Fe Yunfan, leaving no energy to attend to him—he had nothing left but the house.

After thinking for a moment, his head grew dizzy; the wound's pain could not overcome his drowsiness. Exhausted from battle, Bai Qige had no choice but to set aside her chaotic thoughts, steal a moment of peace, and sink into deep sleep in Yi Chenjing's tight embrace.

Liu Zhixi's mood improved slightly; his phone rang just then. Everyone fell silent, listening only to Liu Zhixi speaking with the caller on the other end—initially, it seemed like condolences, as Liu Zhixi repeatedly insisted he was fine; then the rest of the conversation made everyone lean in, ears straining.