Chapter 104: The Deep God! You

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Wu Wang had barely finished speaking.

Flames erupted skyward throughout the entire white space.

They shattered the space itself, turning it into a dark void.

Yet his smile remained.

Even carried a hint of excitement.

“Mortal! Are you truly certain?!”

Cherub’s voice echoed directly through the void.

The wheels within wheels stared at Wu Wang with countless eyes.

At this moment, Yu Wen sat on top of me, placing my head against her chest. I took a deep breath—it was fragrant, sweet. I couldn’t hold back; I yanked open her clothes and began to feast.

I nodded, lay down beside her, turned slightly, and kissed her. I responded, and her hands grew restless; I gently patted them.

Lotus root fibers symbolize enduring affection between lovers; ancient ballads often used “lotus root” as a homophone for “pair” and “fiber” for “thought.” The interconnected nodes represent eternal union.

Outside, a rapid, intense drumbeat surged, stirring nerves and flooding blood to the head.

As he spoke, Li Naixin made no visible movement—perhaps an illusion—but he had truly returned to his chair a meter away.

In that moment, Shou San’s golden hair, bright as a traffic light, drew all the students’ attention.

Qin Hao’s soul and martial soul were plainly before us, already separated from his body. His physical form should have been an empty shell—how could anyone still be speaking?

Yet today, an ancient monster who had ventured five days into the Hurricane Rift returned from its depths.

Hundreds of magnificent cities like Huīhuáng City were subordinate to the Flame Cloud Sect, which held absolute authority.

Former Master: “Ah, don’t judge the Mobile Game Club by its current state—it was one of the school’s most popular clubs just a few months ago. Students had to line up just to join.”

Within the next two minutes, the situation in the canyon was laid bare—the battle turned decisively one-sided; even a fool could see the vast disparity in strength.

Song Tianyao tossed a fifty-pence coin into the driver’s storage box beside him; it clinked.

“So that’s it!” Jiang Chen sneered. They were merely out to steal others’ treasures—how cruel.

The Buddha in charge of this matter reported to the Buddha of Ultimate Truth: no issues arose. The beings of that realm had nearly forgotten the Buddhist teachings entirely; even if they reappeared, most would assume them a new faction.

Gu Ye didn’t know how to explain it to her: Honor of Kings was fundamentally a tower-pushing game, but compared to a single tower and a teammate’s development, if it were her, she’d choose the latter.

Jia was a royal-certified cigar from James-Fox Cigar Club’s limited release of Romeo y Julieta No. 2 cigars when they relocated to London in 1947.

Most cultivators, at this stage, cannot advance further, no matter how many millennia—or even longer—they have accumulated.

There are also concerns: the Sea Clan has come ashore. Whether they can be held back—or driven back into the sea—must be proven by the army’s actions.

He shouted toward the rear; a soldier named Shou Hou ran over. Again, he’d misnamed him—but the nickname was spot-on. The moment Caro saw him, she knew “Shou Hou” was perfectly apt.

Jie drew nearer step by step. Wang Yao set another minefield ahead; Jie had to detour—and inevitably stepped on a bomb.

Ye Feng sneered, showing no intention to pursue. Instead, he tapped his spirit beast pouch; two large white eagles flew out—precisely two Lightning Pigeons. At Ye Feng’s call, they spread their wings and chased after the bald monk and the young Golden Core cultivator.