Chapter 712: Rain-Calling

Pei Ye only saw all of this; his brain had not yet begun to process this illogical scene.

But no matter how his thoughts spun, the sensation still faithfully arrived; the cold touch of the sword blade had already pressed into the skin of his neck.

He saw the face beneath the red clothes and disheveled hair, the eyes, lips, and nose, clear yet coarse. The fresh, bloody scent of the water creature occupied his sense of taste.

When time is cut short enough, one obtains an almost static world, with raindrops stopping in the air—

Mu Shui followed beside Luo Yun, and the two were passing through a long corridor. Mu Shui still liked to talk endlessly as before, a sweet smile on her beautiful face.

Even a master of the Gang Qi Realm, without being certain of the opponent's type and quality of Gang Qi, would not dare to recklessly clash head-on with an enemy. After all, if one were to lose, it would be equivalent to death.

He had been laying bait bit by bit, waiting for Ghost Face to take the initiative to contact him, but he never expected the opponent to use such a direct method.

Murong Feng secretly laughed in his heart: With one thought, I can travel ten thousand miles; your palm is only half a foot in diameter, how could I not get out? He then said: "Divine Lord, please watch my 'Carefree Body Technique'!" After finishing, Murong Feng pinched a dharma seal, gathered his spirit around his body, and several rays of cloud light rose beneath his feet. With a leap, he vanished without a trace.

Never having expected the man before her to make such a move, Ye Zhiyu was unable to react for a moment, so she obediently let him take her hand and pull it to his lips, lightly pressing a shallow kiss. He lowered his eyes, his expression devout, as if this were some solemn ritual.

Mi Hou swallowed a mouthful of saliva in surprise and pounced up to gnaw on Mu Shui's neck. Mu Shui giggled.

Luo Xi did not answer the uncle's question but asked for his name. The uncle driving the carriage was stunned; clearly, he had not expected Luo Xi to suddenly ask him this.

After a long period of silence, Tian Ao had remained silent ever since asking the first question, almost causing Luo Xi to explode.

At this moment, Chu Yi looked at the tall figure in the distance. He discovered that although the person's voice just now was very similar to Wang Minghai's, his appearance was not.

The shovel truck driver was full of malice and was about to find another way to continue torturing me. At this moment, a stone flew over and smashed into the shovel truck's windshield.

After all, he was enduring the attack of a Heavenly Tribulation, and Ye Feng's divine sense could not reach very far at this time; within the range he could probe, he had already lost track of Tong Zhen's aura.

Then how could their "escape," carried out so brazenly, possibly evade the police cars that had arrived because someone had called the police?

Xi Bugu clearly expressed his attitude: "The Senior and Senior Xiao are a devoted couple, worthy of being called a beautiful story. How could this junior dare to destroy that beautiful affection? It's just..." He revealed a helpless expression to express his inability to do what he wished.

"Your Majesty, the criminals have two Imperial Princes as hostages. At this time, it is not advisable for us to attack head-on; we can only use wisdom," a minister said, acting clever.

Xiao Tianyao's personal guards absolutely obeyed Xiao Tianyao's orders, immediately going out to organize the guards as they woke up one by one, having them settle their heavily wounded companions and tie up all the assassins.

"Enough nonsense, our Young Master said he wanted that Yingying to come out; didn't you hear?" Fuyin impatiently flipped her wrist, and the sword in her hand left its sheath with a *shua* sound.

Yuan Chu kissed his depressed brows and eyes: "You're thinking too much. I'm only at the mid-stage of Integration; let's consider this problem when I reach the peak of Integration!" This was Yuan Chu's nature; to put it nicely, it was the blind optimism of believing that "the cart will find its way when it reaches the mountain."

Zhou Yi looked at her back, not withdrawing his gaze for a long time, and finally looked at the Poison Saint from afar, bitterly closing his eyes.

The photos were arranged in a nine-grid format, with a photo of the two of them in the middle, and photos of gourmet food all around.

Liu Li, who had already finished her base makeup and was waiting for Xue Yao to continue, heard the reluctance in Deborah's words.