Chapter 631

This was the least snowy day since arriving in the Ice Ruins, with visibility stretched far beyond before, as if the heavens and earth had suddenly opened, lifting everyone’s spirits.

Layer upon layer of snow-capped peaks stretched and piled endlessly before me; from this vantage point, one couldn’t help but feel disheartened, as if no matter how far one walked, one could never escape this icy realm. But upon deeper reflection, this void fissure was itself the Ice Ruins’ crack—what difference did it make whether one walked out or not?

There were empty rooms upstairs, yet because she was too lazy to go up, they moved her room—is that reasonable?

Insects are picky eaters; some love lettuce and swarm around the leaves to gnaw, while others that dislike it simply watch from the side.

Had he not been the Fu family’s only male heir, the sole scion, Fu Qichuan would have been less worthy than Shang Shaozeng.

His sharply defined face grew even colder; he pulled out his phone and added Hua Zhao to his blacklist.

“Get away!” Pei Shu shoved Ji Xiuming aside, wiped her tears, and ran out of the school clinic.

The treasures inside were mostly items seized through murder and robbery, along with various crucibles and spirit eggs of demonic familiars.

After all, he had gone alone to exterminate demons while Han Zheng was preparing to deal with the martial sects, so the consequences naturally fell on him alone.

Even though she made many mistakes at first and Xiandi herself grew anxious, Lucifer remained calm and patient, teaching her slowly.

Even if a little was wasted, it didn’t matter—after all, his second aunt would send more after they finished, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law weren’t particularly upset.

Based on the Five Poison Bees’ condition, he estimated that for every day the Stone Spirit absorbed from outside, it could sustain life inside the Inner Realm for over a dozen days—even if both he and the Golden-Scaled Beast entered together, the consumption wouldn’t increase much.

The townspeople watching at the scene, upon hearing Liu Qing’s words, clapped and cheered repeatedly, murmuring among themselves.

Jian Yiyi shook her head, dispelling those unrealistic thoughts—there were so many people resting in this service area; how could anything happen?

Princess Nan Gong Xiang had been holding Nan Gong Yue’s hand, and seeing his frail body and pale face, she wept uncontrollably.

Having received permission, Yu Zhenzhen rose, took off Lan Peining’s coat, and began massaging his acupoints through his shirt.

Many outsiders entered the city, but most were young adolescents, who lined up in sequence and entered the inn one after another.

The latter let out a muffled groan, his face contorted in pain—he felt his entire body swollen and aching, his spiritual energy chaotic, as if he were enduring unbearable agony, his body on the verge of exploding. He immediately released his grip, clutched his chest, and fled several meters away to heal himself.

A punch infused with the awakened bloodline of his left arm struck the Bone Horse General’s war golem with full force.

As Ma Xiaoyang spoke these words, everyone in the room sat stunned; some knew Ma Xiaoyang was bold—even daring to travel to Da Mao’s capital to negotiate face-to-face with Boss Ye—but none expected him to voice such accusations against the state right before the chief designer.

Yet she couldn’t articulate anything, so she decided not to alarm him yet, and simply followed closely behind, watching what he was up to.

It was just about eliminating demons—she refused to believe that besides Bai Yao, there was no other way. Besides, she had already smashed the demon’s territory; she thought, given time, once she improved her cultivation within the bracelet’s space, she would be more than capable of standing against it.

Xu Ke and Lin Yuxi exchanged a few more polite words with Tong Chaohua, thanked him for his trouble, and ended the video call.

In an instant, everyone chimed in with agreement, their hearts heavy with worry. Oh no—just by the sudden ashen pallor on Gong Lao’s face, they knew he was about to fly into a rage.

Shi Jiaojiao sat in the front passenger seat, seeming to have regained some energy, looking around with the same restrained curiosity as when she first entered. Beneath the windshield still sat the pale blue crystal perfume bottle; the interior remained spotless, and that scent… Shi Jiaojiao closed her dry eyes and, on instinct, took a deep breath.