Chapter Sixty (Two-in-One)

Dong Long grasped his saber and stepped closer, offering a sinister, gloomy laugh. "There is no need to rush, Brother Yao. I guarantee that your entire master-disciple family will journey to the Yellow Springs together; it's just that your unwed bride will be arriving a little later." This only served to make Yao Jinghu's eyes split with rage, his teeth nearly biting through.

Sheng Lingyun immediately pressed against her abdomen, feeling nothing at all. "Move one inch to the left and press down, and you'll feel it!" Luo Hebin chuckled maliciously.

Yet, would a member of the Kuafu tribe really resort to such a low-tier lie? Could it be that the Sky Demon Star truly has some connection with the Kuafu clan?

The Intelligence Angel truly lived up to his reputation as the strategist of God's Armament. Upon discovering the surge in strength of Wang Long and Luo Xiao, he immediately foresaw his own end. He could only hope that fleeing now would still be time.

Strange to say, upon regaining consciousness this time, Tong Yan could no longer feel any pain. The previous unbearable agony had vanished, replaced entirely by a tingling numbness.

"This guy wouldn't just be knocked out cold indefinitely, would he?" Luo Hebin worried aloud. Just as he was preparing to rouse Liu Guisheng, the large wolfhound extended its tongue and began licking Liu Guisheng's face.

It was simply a pity that a Prince had not appeared for several millennia; otherwise, the kindred would never have fallen to such a wretched state.

Dammit! To think this fellow was truly this formidable! With this kind of martial prowess, he could probably rival the Second Brother. If this fight continued, wouldn't he be walking a dead end?

"Keep talking!" Although Sanjian knew that Qiwu's words were the truth, his expression remained thoroughly unnatural.

Following that, after Wei Wuqi, other generals stepped forward to pledge their loyalty, demanding to lay down their lives for their lord and fiercely strike down the invading enemy.

The man was under fifty years of age, dressed in a silver-white battle robe and bound at the waist with a purple python-leather belt. His gaze was like lightning, utterly devoid of any middle-aged weariness.

The vehicles intercepted behind successively bypassed Hugo's car and then continued onward. As they passed, they flicked their middle fingers one after another to vent their dissatisfaction toward Hugo. Yet Hugo remained completely indifferent; within his mind, aside from Sandra's voice, nothing else existed.

Xu Qing did not come down again after going upstairs. Xiao Ran could tell that she was genuinely furious. After waiting for quite a long time, Xiao Ran left an apologetic note and returned home in dejection.

Liu Ming poured all his heart into purchasing expensive clothes, but what depressed him was that while many of them were quite costly, the way they looked simply displeased him. Those that looked pleasing to the eye, on the other hand, did not fit properly.

Beneath the sunlight, the blazing sun hung high in mid-air. At this moment, the sunlight appeared exceptionally dazzling and uncannily crimson. Especially under the glare, Duan Feng's demonic smile caused the surrounding temperature to plummet rapidly.

Tie Runan must have already suspected him, and seeing how fierce his subordinates were, she had chosen to swallow her anger and endure it in silence.

Yet having endured too much suffering, she simply dared not believe that this pleasant surprise and happiness belonged to her, fearing it would once again become a fragile soap bubble that would shatter at the slightest touch.

However, the secondary tribulation envoy had already arrived in the Northern Realm, evidently to awaken the Northern Realm's own tribulation envoy. How much longer could such leisurely days possibly last?

Later on, the youth had risen and left, and Shen Cangcang had once dispatched people to search for him. Yet no matter how long she looked, the youth seemed to have materialized out of thin air; try as she might, she could find no trace of his former presence.

Descending from the Fire God Altar down to the Nine Fires Palace, and then retracing his steps along the original path, Wu Yi returned shortly to the bamboo grove hermitage where he resided.

After waiting for quite a while, the crowd finally saw Wang Chao step out from the tent and invite them inside.

Her heartbeat remained on the verge of imbalance—thump, thump, beating violently, resembling a drowning person just rescued from the water, desperately gasping for breath.

The white-haired man waved his hand, signaling him to speak no more. He turned his wheelchair around himself, his complexion and lips both deathly pale, nearly matching the stark white mask covering the majority of his cheeks.

Presumably, since he had not broken in, even if there were matters at hand, they could not possibly be urgent enough to demand this exact fraction of a time.

"Grand National Shaman—" Yuan Zhanxun had never anticipated this outcome, nor had he expected the other to lose control entirely.

"What resort?" Lu Xin's tone suddenly turned serious, her intuition telling her that this was the very matter Lu Guoming had been hiding and covering up.

Halting his movements, I watched Spike roar at me, ruthlessly stomping down on Lilith beneath his feet.

Subsequently, the two of them stepped to the left and right of the dragon's head, exchanged a glance, and suddenly let out a simultaneous low shout, pressing their left and right hands against the sides of the dragon head.

Pulling the towel from Ji Anzhi's hands, he consciously helped her dry her wet hair. Accustomed to being waited on, Ji Anzhi did not feel the least bit awkward.

"Madam Wu, protect the Princess." Seeing that the others had all entered, Liyan glared fiercely at Madam Wu, then held her sword in one hand while pushing the two of them into the cavern together with the other.

"I'm merely an ordinary spectator, and I don't meddle in the affairs of your circle. Don't overthink it," Su Qin said with a smile.

"He only comes over when he's live-streaming, basically from six to ten in the evening, and then he goes home to rest," Zhao Qingcheng explained.

Xiangsi closed the door and recounted everything she had observed in the kitchen. Upon hearing this, Zhong Lingjin's expression shifted drastically, and she instructed Xiangsi to repack the dishes from the food box separately, telling her to return the items shortly after.

Today, neither of them wore masks, venturing out onto the streets with their genuine countenances. All of them possessed consummate beauty, forming the most breathtaking scenery along the avenues of Fuyao City.

The tightly wrapped black attire had long since transformed into shimmering white silks and satins. With such an exquisite figure, who could gaze upon it without a yearning heart?

Witnessing Nangong Yumo's actions, Jun Linfeng and the others instantly felt utterly speechless. Her miserly temperament truly had not changed in the slightest.

I raised my hand, adding a thin layer of ordinary protective shield outside the light-element cage, followed by another layer of a darkness cage.

A stream of spiritual energy flew from behind Nangong Yumo, and just as it was about to strike her, she cried out, "Oh my! Why is my shoe so dirty?"

"Your Royal Highness, if I wished to kill you, you would have died yet another time," Ronan said indifferently, before setting her down upon the ground.

Peng Cheng was indeed furious. Ever since they were at the hospital, he had been deeply preoccupied by Gu Jingchen's appearance. Because he had meticulously noticed that whenever Gu Jingchen appeared, Mo Ran would grow immensely tense. This tension persisted from the inside out, never easing for a single moment; her nerves were constantly strung as if facing a formidable enemy.