Chapter 117: 115、Pregnant Mystery (2/2)

115、Pregnant Mystery (2/2)

“Hah.”

Zhou Chang looked at the strange lacquer surging toward his face along the thought-thread, and he grinned.

In an instant, threads of blood-red flame surged along the thought-thread, igniting the strange lacquer clinging to it—

“Whoosh!”

Enveloped in roaring blood flames, the pool of strange lacquer had nowhere to flee, and immediately shed layer upon layer of charred, dried lacquer skin!

From within the black-and-yellow lacquer, agonized screams continually rang out—it was trapped in the net formed by the thought-threads.

This was probably because those people had already died within the game, and naturally, their names were erased, becoming blank sheets.

Xu Xu could not possibly say it was the Ancient Holy Body; otherwise, he could not explain how he knew about it.

It was indeed right to center on Yue Lianshuang, but Shen Qingyun had been somewhat presumptuous regarding Kang Mengqing’s matter.

“Even a Spirit Transformation cultivator can be frozen to death?” Mo Chuan blinked in surprise. No wonder—even as a Void Refinement cultivator, he felt a chill. Clearly, this westernmost land was no ordinary place.

Zhang E heard his mistress’s gentle call, tears glistening in his eyes as he nodded eagerly. Following her, he felt the warmth from her palm, as if the entire world had become peaceful and beautiful.

The radiance of the Heaven-grade artifact blazed brilliantly, instantly overwhelming those of equal realm; Xu Xu’s outer sect disciples made no effort to conceal their pride, glaring at the others with arrogance.

Previously, because of this concern yet wanting to please Ares, they had decided to have them get engaged first.

Similarly, as Jiang Jiu’s soul burned, the roots of the Divine Tree began to glow with a luminous green light, spreading until the green radiance fully engulfed the Primordial Divine Tree, allowing it to be reborn amid its destruction.

Ian turned off the ice flame himself; the phenomenon slowly faded, yet his smile could not be suppressed.

Jiang Yun was Qin Huai Zhi’s personal designer, leading a team dedicated solely to designing Qin Huai Zhi’s clothing; however, Qin Huai Zhi rarely summoned anyone—he only had Jiang Yun come over a few times each month on a fixed schedule.

Soon after, Luo Leyang rushed in through the door and hurried toward the restroom, followed by Yan Jue and Ke Jixi.

This elevator was for their exclusive use. Empty and silent, no one was around. Upon entering the private room, someone immediately brought tea. Cheng Rongjian checked his wristwatch; seeing there was still time, he sent An Nan down. He himself slowly sipped his tea.

He hadn’t called because he saw Ding Junqing—he called because, while encountering Ding Junqing, he also met her ex-husband.

After speaking these words, he didn’t even glance at Jiang Guangguang again, sat down at the dining table, and began eating.

Only Ning Fan could do this; any other cultivator, especially one of the same realm, facing such pursuit, would only be able to flee for their life—how could they possibly have the ability to block their pursuer?

Fengdu City, Paradise of Bliss, in Han Yan’s room, a flash of light appeared—Ye Qing was there.

Giving Nan Yu no chance to resist, Tang Huaijin pulled her toward his villa, which stood directly opposite Mu Qian’s villa.

Chi Youyou and Chi Xinghe—she knew them, because Qian Zhi’an sometimes took them out to eat.

“Heaven bestows great responsibility upon this one; the heavens bless our clan to endure forever.” An old woman, resembling a shaman, clad in straw and leather, her face painted with streaks of colorful pigments, swayed her body around a massive bronze altar, performing obscure, inhuman motions.

His move was merely a habitual feint—he hadn’t used full strength, nor intended to kill with it—but the ferocious beast had been struck dead center by his spinning blow as if effortlessly.

She lowered her head slightly, thinking she was truly cursed—again encountering this high-level thug.