Chapter 125: I Eat Little Cookies on the Gods' Bones!

Seeing Su Ming so decisive.

Meng Die, however, hesitated.

"Mr. Su, my sisters are still at the base; if you go like this, your identity might be…"

Su Ming gave her a glance and smiled.

"You think it's easy to hide, don't you?"

"Exposed, so what?"

His tone was flat.

"Now you should be able to tell who the true master is."

"Isn't that so?"

Hearing this, Meng Die's delicate body trembled, and she said no more.

Indeed.

Now the so-called December Rose sisterly bond.

In the face of this master's absolute will, it is as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

As soon as the master gives a single order.

She would, without hesitation, hand a knife to the throats of those eleven sisters!

This is the domineering nature of Bloodline Unity Gu.

It is also her willing choice to survive and become stronger!

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The black Ying Dragon slipped in like a ghostly shadow onto an Ancient Street near the Wuhou Shrine.

Unlike the clamor outside, here was quiet to a strange degree.

The bluestone road wound, with eaves and painted beams on both sides.

If not for the terrifying Great Black Heaven on the distant horizon, this place would seem like a utopia forgotten by time.

"We've arrived, Mr. Su."

Meng Die's voice was gentle, breaking the silence inside the vehicle.

Su Ming did not get out of the car immediately.

He leaned against the seat back, his gaze piercing through the window to a three‑story, antiquely charming tea house on the street corner.

Jin Se Tea Garden!

Here is the December Rose base in Jin City.

"What to do next depends on your performance."

Su Ming's tone was flat.

"Rest assured!"

The two pushed the door and got out.

"Squeak—!"

The carved wooden door of the tea house was pushed open, and wind chimes under the eaves rang out a crisp series of sounds.

Inside the main hall, several young women of varied looks and temperaments instantly fixed their gazes.

Seeing Meng Die, they all broke into delighted smiles.

"Sister Meng Die, you're back!"

A girl with a high ponytail, looking dashing, hurried forward to greet her.

But when she saw the unfamiliar man behind Meng Die, the smile on her face froze instantly.

It wasn't just her.

Inside the tea house, the other women's gazes also converged on him.

Curious.

Alert.

Scrutinizing!

"Sister Meng Die, this is…"

The high‑ponytail girl frowned, her tone unfriendly.

Their December Rose rule never easily lets outsiders, especially men, set foot here!

Meng Die gave no answer.

She simply turned silently aside, making way for Su Ming.

That simple gesture caused every December Rose member present to feel a sudden heaviness in their hearts.

Something's off!

Their Sister Meng Die, what an arrogant and domineering person she is!

In Jin City's murky waters, even the Official bulldozer Chen Beixuan is not given a glance!

But now…

Their attitude toward this unfamiliar man is almost servile!

They aren't keeping some pretty boy and falling in love, are they?!

Heh!

Su Ming, indifferent, looked around, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone present.

Finally, his sight stopped at the corner.

There, a girl in a white dress, with an ethereal and clean aura, sat.

She cradled a cup of hot tea in her hands, and ever since he entered, she kept her head bowed.

It was as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

But the woman's hands that held the teacup were shaking violently!

Ling Xi!

Su Ming's mouth twitched upward slightly, ignoring the hostile gazes, and walked straight to an empty table to sit down.

He knocked on the tabletop.

"Why are you all standing?"

"Serve tea."

Two words, said lightly.

Yet they dropped the whole teahouse's atmosphere to freezing point in an instant.

"What do you think you are?! Dare you command us?"

The high‑ponytail girl, whose temper was the hottest, exploded on the spot, stepped forward and scolded angrily.

She is called Jing Zhe.

She is the martial powerhouse of the December Season!

A domineering aura burst forth without concealment.

A clash seemed inevitable.

"Hold your tongue!"

Suddenly, a rebuke pierced through all the clamor.

In the teahouse, in an instant, dead silence fell.

Jing Zhe's step about to be taken was abruptly frozen in midair.

She turned her head back, her face full of astonishment.

Not just her.

Inside the teahouse, every member of the December Season wore a thick expression of disbelief on their faces.

Because the one who spoke wasn't their big sister, Dream Butterfly!

But rather the one in the corner, usually the quietest and most timid...

Ling Xi!

How could it be her?!

However, when they saw Ling Xi's current appearance...

The astonishment on their faces swiftly turned into bone‑deep cold.

The girl who should have been ethereal as a fairy now had a face as pale as paper, completely devoid of color.

There was no trace of tranquility left in her eyes, only terror drowned by raging waves, her body trembling.

Something's wrong!

They knew best what Ling Xi's incomprehensible sixth sense truly meant!

To make her show such an expression...

This man...

What kind of monster is he, after all?!

"Oh?"

Su Ming finally lifted his eyelids, looking with mild interest at the girl in the corner, and spoke lightly.

"What did you see?"

The question seemed to open the gate of fear.

Ling Xi staggered back two steps, toppling the chair behind her.

"I... I saw..."

Her voice was shattered.

"An endless Corpse Mountain Blood Sea piled over the entire world..."

Inside the teahouse, the women's faces all changed together.

Corpse Mountain Blood Sea?

In the apocalypse, though terrifying, it was not beyond imagination.

"No!"

Ling Xi seemed to see through their thoughts, using all her strength to shake her head wildly.

"That's different! Completely different!"

"There are angels with six pairs of pure white wings, their holy light dimmed, nailed to the earth by a rusted spear!"

"There is a colossal dragon as big as a mountain range, its skin stripped and muscles torn, its dragon bones turned into an inverted flagpole!"

"I... I also saw a huge monster's head severed, its eye sockets still burning with a faint fire!"

Boom!

These words made everyone's breath pause!

Six‑winged angels?!

Dragon?!

Beast?!

Those supreme beings that existed only in myth and legend had actually... all died?!

This has completely exceeded their limits of comprehension!

【Awakening of Insects】The anger and contempt on her face had long since vanished without a trace.

What was she doing just now?

Go provoke the monster that can appear together with those guys?

Then... what is he doing?

A short-haired girl muttered unconsciously, her voice hoarse, her trembling finger pointing at Su Ming.

He didn't do anything...

【Ling Xi】Desperately shaking her head, tears finally spilled out.

He's just sitting on that beast's skull, stepping on those bones...

Eat... eat little biscuits!