Chapter 714: Summoning Rain

Pei Ye merely saw all this; his mind had not yet begun to process this illogical scene.

But no matter how his thoughts spun, sensation still arrived faithfully—the cold touch of the blade had already pressed against his neck’s skin.

He saw the face beneath the crimson robe: eyes, lips, nose, clear yet rough. The sharp, vivid scent of blood dominated his taste.

When time is sliced short enough, a nearly motionless world emerges—the raindrops hang suspended in air.

Mu Shui walked beside Luo Yun; the two were crossing a long corridor. Mu Shui, as always, chattered endlessly, his lovely face lit with a sweet smile.

Even a Qi Condensation expert would not dare clash directly with an enemy without knowing the type or quality of their Qi, for if he lost, he would be dead.

He had been slowly laying bait, waiting for the Ghost Mask to approach him Zhudong , yet he never imagined the enemy would act so directly.

Murong Feng silently chuckled: My will can traverse ten thousand li; your palm is no more than half a foot wide—how could you possibly escape? Then he said: “Divine Lord, watch my Free and Easy Stance!” As he spoke, Murong Feng pinched a divine seal, gathering his spirit, and beneath his feet rose several streaks of cloud-light. He leapt upward—and vanished without a trace.

Ye Zhiyu never expected the man before her to make such a move; for an instant she was stunned, then obediently let him take her hand, draw it to his lips, and press a light kiss upon it. He lowered his gaze, expression reverent—as if this were some solemn ritual.

Mi Hou swallowed hard in delight and lunged to bite Mu Shui’s neck. Mu Shui giggled.

Luo Xi did not answer the uncle’s question but asked for his name; the driver froze, clearly unprepared for Luo Xi’s sudden inquiry.

A long stretch of silence followed; Tian Ao had remained silent since asking his first question, nearly driving Luo Xi to rage.

At this moment, Chu Yi stared at the tall figure in the distance; he realized that though the man’s voice had sounded exactly like Wang Minghai, his face did not match.

The excavator driver, full of malice, was about to devise another way to torment me—when a stone flew through the air and smashed into the excavator’s windshield.

Since he was enduring the Heavenly Tribulation’s assault, Ye Feng’s spiritual sense could not reach far; within his limited range of perception, Tong Zhen’s aura had vanished.

So how could their brazen “escape” possibly evade police cars summoned by a 911 call?

Xi Buge clearly expressed his stance: “Senior, your bond with Senior Xiao is a touching tale of deep affection—how could I dare to disrupt such a beautiful sentiment? Yet…” He wore a helpless expression, conveying his inability despite his willingness.

“Your Majesty, the assailants hold two imperial princes as hostages; we must not launch a direct assault now—we must outwit them,” said a minister, thinking himself clever.

Xiao Tianyao’s Personal Guards obeyed his orders without question; they immediately went out to organize the awakening guards, arranging care for the seriously wounded and binding all the assassins.

“Enough talk. Our Young Master demands Yingying come out—didn’t you hear?” Fu Yin flicked his wrist impatiently; his sword hissed as it slid from its scabbard.

Yuan Chu kissed his furrowed brows: “You’re overthinking. I’m only at the middle stage of Body Union—let’s worry about this when I reach the peak of Body Union!” That was Yuan Chu’s nature: generously described as blind optimism, believing “when the mountain comes, the road will appear.”

Zhou Yi stared at her back for a long time, unable to look away; finally, he gazed across at the Poison Saint’s Disciple, and closed his eyes with bitterness.

The photos were arranged in a 3x3 grid, with the two of them together in the center, surrounded by pictures of food.

Liu Li, already finished with her base makeup and waiting for Xue Yao to continue, caught the reluctance in Deborah’s voice.