Chapter 62: The Fiend

"Who are you looking for?"

The person behind the door peered out cautiously. Seeing only four young people standing outside the ward, after a moment, they grew somewhat bolder and pulled the door open another three inches or so.

Thus, a face so pale it was almost devoid of blood, resembling that of someone who had been dead for a long time, appeared without warning before Su Changleng and her companion.

—A greenish tint between the eyebrows, scattered pupils, chalk-white lips, and dark purple under the eyes... This was unequivocally it!

"Lady Yushang, please do not lose your temper. This is the Purple Heaven Divine Palace, not your Aquatic Royal City. If you wish to throw a tantrum, you must pick your place," Feng Ge leaned close to Luo Yushang's ear and said indifferently.

Hearing this, Peter instantly wore a hesitant expression. He turned to look at Gwen, having no idea what he should say.

Zhang Kun, on the other hand, found himself somewhat at a loss for words, but then he thought of his own situation. If he did not explain things clearly, the fate awaiting him would likely be even more miserable. It would be better to speak out and let his grandfather handle the aftermath for him.

She was no longer lonely, because someone by her side was supporting her and was willing to become her partner.

In her past life, her strength and status were the most effective credentials for shaking off suitors; who would ever dare to speak to her like this?

Contemplating the pricing for their next negotiation, Feng Hao's heart was filled with ease.

After a long while, Feng Ge gradually calmed her emotions. Recalling what Si Qin had previously told her in the Realm of Death, a sense of unease welled up in her heart once again.

That was the accessory most familiar to him—the official merchandise released for him by SIS, a transparent crystal pendant.

The organization's people were buried everywhere, having long since adapted to the lives of the places they resided in. When the institution fell, they simply blended seamlessly into the environment.

Nowadays, food was scarce in every state and county, and the common people economized every day. Yet they could not withstand the low yields of their lands and the large numbers of mouths in their households. Even so, most people could only manage half a stomach's worth, mostly eating only one or two meals a day, with almost none able to afford three.

In reality, given her status, she was an peerless prodigy of the Military Police Department, concurrently serving as a department head, and also a formidable Battle King powerhouse. There was simply no need for her to stand on ceremony with Zhu Yu.

The giant axe monster had already sensed the violent and destructive energy of the hurricane, and an indescribable terror surfaced on its ugly face.

Facing the dazzling array of items, Ming Yao no longer knew how to choose. In her anxiety, guidance suddenly flashed through her mind.

Zhan Xiaoyao's mental power had been driven to its absolute limit. Combined with the mental energy gathered by his teammates, it was like two invisible forces of spiritual might wrestling with each other in mid-air.

The scar-faced man clapped his hands, and a robust man nearby walked over, grabbed the right hands of several people one by one, and snapped them all.

The monkey-faced man looked at the wailing crowd behind him, and then at the row of guards aiming their long spears straight at him. He forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart, refusing to let it show on his face.

As one of the thirteen towns of the Annan Regional Office, its territory was exceptionally vast, with thick defensive walls stretching for hundreds of kilometers, firmly protecting the entire town.

When the carriage reached the palace gates, Xiao Mingzhu got down along with the other three. The captain of the guards stepped forward to block Xiao Mingzhu. Without waiting for Jia Haoren to speak, Xiao Mingzhu handed over the gold-inlaid jade medallion. The captain hurriedly received it with both hands, inspected it closely, and immediately handed it back to Xiao Mingzhu, stepping aside to let them pass.

The two pitch-black, hollow eyes of the demon general held no expression whatsoever, but a crisp cracking sound came from the thick layer of ice coating its outer body.

When Yang thought about how his helicopter could now unleash its true power, he felt a mild feverish excitement.

Almost everyone looked in the direction from which the voice came, yet they failed to spot the speaker. Only a dozen or so people within the Quanzhen Sect knew that the caller was none other than Zhao Zhijing.

Even though it had walked right up to the food bowl, it didn't eagerly pounce on the food like an ordinary dog. Instead, it glanced around, and after making sure it was safe time and again, it lowered its head and began to eat voraciously.