Chapter 842

Transfer one person’s warmth to another’s chest, let past mistakes reflect into dreams~

On the day I leave you far behind, blue rain falls before my eyes, proud tears dare not abandon my eyes~

I know something is wrong, I know the general’s words aren’t always right~

I play Chopin’s nocturne for you, commemorating my dead love~

Your hair like snow, beautifies our parting; I wait until I’ve aged who?

“Such a massive body!” Gazing at the entire expanse of red light above, Hun Miesheng narrowed his eyes, deeply serious. Just who is this Donghuang the Pig said he was?

“Get out of my way~” Bai Hua clenched his fists, forcing out those words through gritted teeth.

Ye Chen smirked; he never imagined this would draw so much attention.

Throughout, she sat quietly in a corner, as if nothing had happened, gazing outward, lost in silent thought.

Though he didn’t think it could be this simple, Ma Yuan’s spirits lifted—he sensed no malice from this one.

After more than twenty moves, Edo Kawa Yu smiled as he watched Ye Zheng in the center; his strength was even greater than he’d anticipated.

A terrifying aura, like a primordial beast awakening, erupted from the red clouds—lightning struck relentlessly below, forcing nearby Hun Clan and Ancient Clan members to immediately shut their portals, seal the space, and hide indoors, too terrified to emerge.

As he spoke, the ghostly general, clad in black-and-red horned beast fur armor and wielding a black steel staff, stepped one slow pace after another onto the arena; each footfall left a faint bluish-black imprint, and a wisp of dark energy flickered across the armor’s surface.

The other men stared grimly at the face reflected on the Blood Kin Stone, silent for a long while, none daring to speak.

The sudden appearance of the green-robed man left Bai Hua stunned—he walked straight toward him without deviation.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards rejoiced; under Li Li’s strong insistence, they canceled Xu Pengju’s plan to decorate the entire city with lanterns—people shouldn’t be too arrogant; too much arrogance always brings no good end.

Yang Yong didn’t care—he was still basking in self-satisfaction, his dazed expression making him look every bit the lovesick fool.

Qin Ge’s retreat, the missing moon projectile launched—he spoke slowly, but it took only seconds. After the Yueyue projectile flew, Qin Ge had already turned, taken three steps forward, and gripped the spear’s shaft.

At these words, everyone froze again, all turning instinctively to look at Li Zhen, thinking: this guy really thrives on chaos—his mouth is just begging to be punched.

“Farheart Recluse, here is your letter.” After Yixiu Yuan Yu Lingluo went to Lingtai Temple, she took the dharma name “Farheart”; everyone at Lingtai Temple called her Farheart Recluse.

Since he had just spoken with Luo Lie, Lu Yu was certain Luo Lie hadn’t gone to sleep.

“Chairman, the International Security Agency’s fighters are approaching—if we don’t intercept them now, we won’t get another chance!” the commander on the video shouted.

Heaven’s mercy had been utterly shattered, spreading throughout the myriad realms. All beings bathed in Heaven’s mercy. That’s why the Five Insect Clan within the Death Gate dared not emerge.

Tang Bohu had no real friends in his life—only the remaining three literary talents of Jiangnan counted as such, Li Li was one, and no one else. As for the courtesans in brothels, Tang Bohu knew they were all just playing roles; some things could never be taken seriously.

Just as Satō Miwako was about to forcibly send the children home, her radio suddenly crackled to life—and so did those of Takagi and Shiratori.

Thus, when Yin Luo proposed taking her to the Upper Palace, it truly caught her off guard. Setting aside the changes in her mindset over this period, the Cloud Summit Upper Palace had always been an enigmatic, legendary place to her.