Chapter 662

"Fangfeng Brother, I came to Gui Bei Mountain not to covet your immortal peaches," Xiao Yu said, floating beside Fangfeng Ji's face.

Fangfeng Ji glanced at her with eyes as large as lakes. "You want my spiritual spring water?"

Xiao Yu instinctively wanted to dodge, evade, and pretend to be wronged.

But she immediately remembered that the Fangfeng clan possessed the innate talent of "reading expressions and tones."

She had just been mesmerized by the Shenjiao, and Fangfeng Ji immediately acted, dragging the Shenjiao away... This was sleep.

Like a faint streak of clarity mixed into blazing fire, a pale silver moon flickered in and out, truly like a pipa half-hidden behind a veil—entrancing, intoxicating, as if one stood within a moonlit fairy realm.

Qin Guang was momentarily stunned by Li Qingyao's sudden question, shook his head, and stared at her foolishly.

On the wedding day of An Wufeng and Zhou Yici, all eight major sects of the Central Plains, except for Qingcheng Sect, indeed sent no representatives—but in the days that followed, representatives from various sects gradually arrived at Luohua Garden to deliver wedding gifts.

The two nodded and walked past the girl and An Wufeng; along the way, they glanced at An Wufeng once, each revealing a hint of contempt.

After the ladies chattered for a long while, Imperial Consort Jin still understood the hidden meaning in their words—but the Second Prince Long Wei's power was clearly far greater than her son's; how could she scheme?

Liu Yu merely nodded to him and said nothing. The entire incident was recounted by others; Liu Jingshuan stood awkwardly to the side. Liu Yu patted his shoulder—an unspoken comfort.

Unfortunately, at this moment, this dense forest held no poets. What existed here now were endless shadows, and a slow-spreading aura of deadly menace.

Worse still, when sunset came, those Guchong emitted a pungent stench, as bloody and nauseating as blood itself. The worst fear was when the wind blew—if the wind blew downwind, the stench would drift into the city.

Le Qi had merely mentioned offhandedly yesterday that she wanted to eat Chaos, but she never expected Xie Jianglou to buy some for her today.

Long ago, Pan Shuilv had already come into contact with the horse trader. At that time, Pan Shuilv was still a disciple of Huashan Sect, while the horse trader was a notorious bandit in that region.

Feng Qian's heart, which had just settled, was stirred again by Xiao Yi's few words—he could no longer be certain whether Zhao Lei was truly unharmed.

The morning chill bit through the skin, yet Jiang Li and Bai Qi still stood motionless on the city wall.

The gray mist emanating from her carried an eerie energy; to Ye Yun, it felt like the vapor exuded by a corpse.

It's been a long time since I last saw Wu De. I wonder how that old smoker is faring in the Demon Realm?

Fu Xiuqing pressed the remote control again, and the Ark reappeared inside a three-layer transparent gravity dome, eyes closed, utterly still, like a lifeless fossil.

Factional struggles require no investigation into many matters... Just identify who benefits, and you'll know who the opponent is.

He hadn't expected that after impersonating the Supreme Divine Lord, he would gain so many extremely useful pieces of information.

Yet deep within that sweetness and warmth, something different seemed hidden in her eyes—a bright, beautiful smile, yet one that sent chills down the spine, utterly unlike the fresh, pure smile she had worn when first stepping onto the stage.

Just now, when Yi Chen faced that boss, the horde of zombies before him numbered no less than five hundred; yet these few hundred zombies before him were effortlessly dispatched by Kasha and Hong Shuang in under three minutes.

Xiang Yu's method of raising children was learned from his uncle Xiang Liang. When he was young, whenever he did something right, Xiang Liang never withheld praise; but whenever he did something wrong or fell short, Xiang Liang immediately pointed it out and corrected him.