Chapter 135: The Strange Tower of the Desolate Village (8200 words)

In the darkness, the shadow in the room seemed to suddenly arch its body, then shot forward like a whirlwind, hurling itself toward Chu Keqing on the bed, several sharp claws unfurled, their gleam visible!

Suddenly, a burst of silver light erupted from Chu Keqing on the bed!

Before those sharp claws could even touch Chu Keqing, they were violently repelled by that silver light, and the figure was flung to the bedside.

"Go, go..." The driver, stunned, looked at the shattered window; while his heart ached, he could only nod repeatedly, all the while plotting how to call the police.

Due to the commotion here, some people simply retreated in silence and rushed to the second floor. The second floor was the appliance level, with no food at all; some who were more sensible secretly grabbed some water and biscuits before stealthily heading upstairs.

Being someone she could rely on, someone she could lean on with her whole heart, had always been what he most wanted to achieve; now hearing her say it with her own lips, he felt joy mixed with a sudden sense of daze.

This feeling plunged him deep into it, making him want to do nothing, say nothing, and only close his eyes to savor the figure in his mind that grew clearer yet gradually blurred. So much time had passed; was she still the same as before? Would she still harbor resentment over past events? Did she... still remember him?

The gunshots were as dense as firecrackers; had this been in the city center, it would surely have caused panic. Xu Zhi finally understood the reasons why Sister Ying and Wang Yingying dared not act within the private club.

Yafeisi slowly knelt on one knee, propping her great sword against the ground; she could no longer unleash magic-infused sword techniques.

Qiao Mei, who had decided to buy underwear, saw that it was already eleven o'clock. Since the several young men followed closely behind them without complaint, she could only have Sister Huihui step in and ask her brother to take these eyesore young men away.

Though he was a martial man, he was not as dull as he himself claimed; truly dull people could never climb to the position of Commander of the Blue Knights.

Although the Emperor had conferred the title of Holy Prince upon Lan Zhengfeng, the Holy Prince, to preserve the royal family's dignity, could not marry Lin as his wife, nor could he publicly declare Mu Yan as his bloodline.

Hearing these words, Feili'er suddenly felt deeply moved, with an impulse to weep. She did not know what was wrong with her; upon seeing this junior brother, she became unlike her former self.

"Truly a Shadow-level ninja; even such a simple ninjutsu is this powerful," Naruto thought silently.

The other golden hamster, now the size of a cat and plump, first cautiously ran to the side, then, unable to resist the temptation of food, ran to the feed as well, scooping up the feed with its two front paws and starting to eat.

Moreover, I just wanted to test my own strength and was lacking a sparring partner; you appeared, so would it not be disrespectful to your hard journey if I didn't fight you?

Leaving the palace, Fu Yao sent Qingchi to purchase supplies, while she, following the Green Hat's hint, rode a horse toward the suburbs.

The Bride in Red slowly recounted her tale; from the hollow, dark eye sockets, deep red tears of blood slowly trickled down, drop by drop, soaking her blood-red wedding dress.

Had the painter sought for the lantern not been the original master of the Painted Skin Ghost, I would not have thought of him at all at this moment.

Since you have joined the Western system, endorsed the so-called Western values, and believed their system alone is advanced, then when the time comes, should you not go to the most "Western" country, America, to learn a thing or two?

Drinking and boasting wasted time; originally, the two had gone out late, and now the time had reached around nine. Whether it was alcohol emboldening the cowardly or New York's daytime security giving Carter confidence, Carter now, accompanied by Meliss, strolled leisurely, slowly heading home.

The entire house was filled with the sound of spatulas clattering, a lively din of clanging and banging; the temperature in the Imperial Kitchen was at least ten degrees higher than outside. Exaggerating slightly, sweat falling down could directly crystallize into salt.