Chapter 100: [Kill the Fox] (9800 characters)
Behind a small tree ahead, a figure slowly circled around, crouched on the ground—clearly a gray-furred fox!
The fox lifted its head and spoke in human speech—undeniably the voice of Old Grandma He.
"Fellow cultivator, I've come to seek you out—I have urgent business to ask of you!"
Chen Yan's heart stirred; suddenly he understood, frowning: "Has something happened in the mountains…?"
The old fox sighed: "Fellow
Su Moe's blood was sweet and fresh, flowing endlessly into my body, nourishing my damaged form, restoring my lost strength. I felt unprecedented satisfaction, tilting my head back with a long, contented laugh. Su Moe lay limp on the ground; I lifted her, preparing to drink again.
The car rolled onto the main road, clunked once, then gradually steadied; I heard her sigh again. I thought she might say something to move me, but she said nothing.
To be honest, when Gao Jin spoke those words, I paused slightly—but seeing the smile on his face, I instantly understood much.
There were many restaurants nearby, but no liquor stores; Jianjian thought I'd still be practicing driving in the afternoon and needed to conserve energy, so she went herself.
White Dragon Restaurant? Chen Xiaoran raised his eyebrows; according to him, there was no White Dragon Restaurant nearby. The nearest one was only by the villa where Su Yating had once lived.
Mo Tianhen smiled faintly—he looked as young as an uncrowned boy, yet his eyes held ancient cunning and a calm that remained unshaken even before a world's collapse.
Wang Chen changed his hand seals; the star vortex above his head erupted with ten thousand zhang of stellar radiance, instantly expanding the space a thousandfold, miraculously manifesting a square dozen-zhang patch of dark-yellow earth. A powerful Hongming aura surged skyward, engulfing the entire array space.
At night we held each other; he, newly tasting the sweet fruit, did shameful things to me. This time I felt much better, and I kissed him willingly. Watching Shen Lin Feng strain, then his grip slackened on my chin, he kissed me again on the lips.
Souls scattered and spirits dissolved—not just one or two; eight out of ten cultivators attempting this breakthrough died halfway.
This venue had deep connections—it belonged to Mei Yi. Anyone who knew would give Mei Yi face; if someone ignorant dared cause trouble, security and Chen Xi would have already thrown them out.
Of course, Ekström would never dare voice his own thoughts, for the Emperor's decision was unquestionable.
His name must certainly appear on the current God-Enthronement roster. And since the God-Enthronement War ended in victory for his faction, Nangong Ming, Hong Yi, Yang Jian—these others likely won't be left out either.
After repelling Luo Tong, Zhang Yan showed no intention to press the advantage; when Tang Feng appeared, she grew calm, strolling forward two steps with casual indifference.
Sword-riding technique relied entirely on mental control; the deeper one's cultivation, the stronger Huo Qing's spiritual force became. To an observer, nothing seemed amiss—but Huo Qing sensed a chilling, murderous aura around him. He glanced at Lu Fengxian; Lu Fengxian's brows had also furrowed.
After all, this past month money had been pouring out in large amounts, while income had seen no significant change.
"Chī!" The pale-white sword qi collided with the thunder fist, held for a moment, then vanished together—as if they had never existed.
Both the Zhang and Zheng families had harmonious mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships, so Bannai was very particular about this matter, fearing his sister would be wronged, and thus held little regard for Niuniu.
Cultivation breakthroughs cannot be achieved by mere closed-door seclusion; one must undergo countless battles to refine one's spirit and verify the correctness of one's practice.
Qi An noticed on her phone in the elevator that Qi Jiaming had called several times—her phone must have been accidentally muted, and she hadn't heard a single ring.
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