Chapter 611: Disappearance

Qingcheng Mountain, Yuntan Mountain Residence.

After Long Huai reported the details of these past days, Elder Lu smiled and said, “Young man, play all you want—but if you want something, we’ll give it if we can. But when it comes to women, Dongfang is the young master; don’t you dare act recklessly, or his old man will get angry, and things will get messy.”

“Yes, I understand. I won’t act recklessly.”

“Is Jingzhao alright?”

“Jingzhao is a true genius. I had Lianxiang help him recover from his injuries.”

The crisp, beautiful sound of the M24 echoed through the next round of combat, but to Lin Feng, the pleasing sound was a death knell for any living enemy—anyone without a level-three helmet who appeared in his line of sight was eliminated with a single shot.

Wang Yuyan lightly tapped her finger against the man’s chest; Duan Zhengchun’s cry cut off instantly. He trembled and collapsed to the ground, crimson blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The last True Immortal Tribulation had already drawn the attention of Heaven’s laws. This time, Lu Fei prepared thoroughly: after fully attuning his demon body to the Emperor God Realm, he journeyed alone into the Western Teachings’ territory.

“Good wine!” Liu Yiming blurted out. After waking, his thoughts remained trapped in the dream.

Qing Yi and the others need no mention—their primary mission is to protect Su Ming’s safety.

After hearing Lin Feng’s words, the livestream viewers began chattering incessantly, all doubting he could successfully land a one-shot kill on that enemy—but when they saw his serious, non-joking movements, they fell silent, ready to witness whether Lin Feng could actually pull it off.

“Hey! You’re Ah Wei, right? I’m here—why are you still hiding?” He looked up at the sky, where a massive cross hung suspended.

Su Ming turned around and, with Su Batian and Yu Mengsheng, walked straight toward the Yu Family Ancient City.

Just as now, though he had transformed into a spirit-eating iron beast, his thick corpse qi had not been converted into demonic qi.

As soon as they stepped out of Lanruo Temple’s gate, a tongue nearly half a meter wide shot up from the soil, slashing across in front of them and sweeping them both off their feet.

Even the First Lady came in person, leaving Sheng Fenghua deeply flattered. Others who heard the news—those far away—called; those nearby came in person to visit.

Unfortunately, the moment Ling Yun and the others moved, the Purple Crystal Lion erupted in a brilliant violet radiance—the violet light surged violently, blasting all of Ling Yun’s group backward.

Although I hadn’t taken those words too seriously back then due to my low spirits, a few days later, as my relationship with Xue Qi gradually returned to normal, I was once again consumed by the fire in my heart.

Zhang Wuji looked at Zhang Sanfeng, tears welling instantly. He rushed forward and knelt before Zhang Sanfeng.

Earlier, on the way back, Sheng Fenghua had told Ye Qingge about Ning Minglie’s condition. At the hotel, she had Ye Qingge go remove her makeup first, while she went straight to Ning Minglie’s room.

Clause Three: Lin Xin will vacation at the estate annually and requires premium service, to be provided by Lin Fei as a servant.

Of course, there were countless daily details—but most importantly, as Xue Qi spent more and more time at school, the time we spent apart grew longer, and the distance between our stories widened further; we were no longer from the same world.

When the police saw me, they were stunned. Seeing my disheveled, wounded appearance, they immediately assumed I was either the one who called in the report or the perpetrator, and rushed forward to stop and question me.

My anxious heart suddenly calmed, even warming slightly—I thought, is Dongfang Ding trying to confirm our relationship to others?

“Mm.” Mo Yi held Yang Yin tightly and murmured in reply, but when he tried to speak, he found he couldn’t say a word.