66. This is Shanyuan Village 66 (Typo Fixing)

For instance, under such circumstances, Kirishima Touka could only choose to keep it a secret at this moment.

The Azure Frost Sword thirsted for blood. Su Luoyun's hand trembled as she slowly descended, calming her fluctuating aura.

Since Xu Yunhua had essentially issued an eviction order, it would be improper for me to stay longer, so I slowly retreated. Given her reaction when I mentioned Xu Huizu, it was clear that her relationship with him was not close, which suddenly left me feeling quite troubled.

The old man's voice remained eerie, yet I couldn't help letting out a gasp. Before I knew it, a rat, completely fearless of humans, had crawled right up to my foot. I grabbed a handful of thatch and tried to shoo it away. Only after the rat scurried off did the fear finally set in.

He released Wei Weiyi, raised his hand to pinch her cheek firmly, and said, "I'll go get some medicinal wine for you to apply." With that, he walked toward one of the rooms.

"His Majesty has arrived!" A shrill, sharp cry interrupted Rong Hao's words. Rong Xi narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.

The battle between these two was a pure contest of strength. One wielded a gold-inlaid painted halberd, while the other brandished a bright silver coiled-dragon staff. When they clashed, it sounded just like a blacksmith's workshop, producing a flurry of sparks amidst a clanging din.

Only then did Donggo Miaoyi maintain her patience at home, though she didn't bother sending anyone out to search the streets for the Ninth Prince, especially since she had nothing pressing to attend to.

I didn't dare raise my head to look at him. It wasn't that I was afraid of Xiao Yu, but rather that I dreaded catching a glimpse of Ye Linghan if I looked up.

Total blindness still brought an immense psychological burden upon her. Triggered by this argument, her accumulated negative emotions finally burst forth. She covered her eyes with her palms, and crystal-clear tears continuously seeped through her fingers, accompanied only by a barely audible sob.

Wherever the heart's intent directed, the eyes followed; and wherever Taishi Ci's gaze fell, the feathered arrows would strike. Regardless of whether his targets were tall or short, stout or slender, he always managed to find their throats. The flickering firelight did nothing to halt the relentless arrival of the arrows.

Spells that could only be practiced after attaining the Dao required a month for old Zhu to master the "Sumida Mustard Seed Technique," yet the resulting mustard seed space could only hold a single duck egg. However, upon studying the "Retrospective Technique," it took old Zhu less than a day to master it completely.

Seated on both sides in the center of the grand hall were important members of the Deity Apotheosis Alliance. The majority of them were elders like Su Chunfeng, while others consisted of elites from within the alliance.

With a soft rip, Xu Feng's right hand was severed from the wrist by the blood-colored heavenly blade, and a stream of divine blood sprayed into the air.

The hall below was already bustling with activity. Anyone who paid the spirit source could enter. In truth, many cultivators were quite poor, yet they paid the spirit source hoping to try their luck and see if they could stumble upon some valuable treasures.

If the dean were to find out about this, forget about keeping her job—she would likely spend the rest of her life behind bars.

"Understood!" Such a major event, which would allow Zhou Yu to return, was even more aligned with Sun Shao's wishes, and he agreed immediately.

Aileen looked at Ye晨, her gaze somewhat dazed. No wonder he dared to walk sideways through the Imperial Capital, and even across the entire world. It turned out that the forces everyone else feared like the plague were nothing more than a joke before him—an utterly laughable joke.

The manager inspected the hair without thinking much about it, fearing that the manager from the opposing shop might come in to look for him. He said to Dr. Guan and the others, "You guys don't be afraid of him. Stay right here; with me around, he won't dare to do anything to you." As he spoke, the manager glanced toward the back door of the medical clinic, wondering if the opposing manager might charge in through the back.

Ding Hao's expression changed abruptly as he instinctively sensed a terrifying danger descending upon him. When he tried to dodge, he suddenly felt the air around him grow viscous, acting like a swamp that tugged at his body and slowed down his every movement.

After this incident, Gu Xiaoxian began to feel a lingering fear. She wasn't worried about herself, but rather terrified of what might happen to Ranran if something befell her.

Feeling his gaze, Xia Tong looked up at him, just as she was about to offer a smile, the next second, the man abruptly hoisted her up and slung her over his shoulder.

About ten minutes' drive from the hospital, there was a private-kitchen restaurant. It stood three stories tall, and the food served inside was exceptionally delicious, making it a popular spot for many.

Prince Xiayin lowered his head, pressing his hand against his forehead. He silently wiped away his tears and, in the end, resolved to leave the village.

"This is the consequence of you suddenly dispersing your cultivation! If you hadn't discarded your original power, there is simply no way I could have defeated you!" Ding Tong laughed wildly.

Both of them seemed to have momentarily forgotten that at this moment, they were Jun Chen and Jun Yan—that they were males, and that they were brothers.

"You're back..." She felt a bit awkward. Remembering her actions from just moments ago, she felt utterly mortified, and a wave of heat flushed across her face.

He left only two brief words before hanging up the phone. Shi Fei was exceptionally happy; carried away by her excitement, she completely forgot to ask Mingxuan for his exact address.

Feng Guang sat atop a tree, gazing down at the young man standing beneath the branches. Suddenly, she was reminded of the first time she watched fireworks with him. Back then, he was still just a twelve-year-old child, but now he had grown into a dashing and elegant young gentleman.

A mocking curve tugged at the corners of the person's mouth, though they did not raise their head. Continuing to tackle the barbecue before them as if Xiao Yunqi did not even exist.

"Secondly, I want to thank the parents who gave birth to me and raised me. It is because of their hard work that I am who I am today." Jin Yi bowed deeply to his parents off the stage, while the camera lens simultaneously shifted to capture Jin's mother and father, both of whom appeared rather emotional.