Volume One, Chapter 21: Intimate Confidantes in the Boudoir

But just as his vital energy wings had barely taken shape for less than two seconds, the large wings had only flapped once before being pierced through by a streak of light! Both vital energy wings instantly disintegrated.

The blue divine power electric light shimmered once again across Han Mo’s body, but this time, it did not bring him to an ultimate state; instead, it was pure power.

The cultivator from the Azure Clan glanced at him coldly, but since his companion was from the Black Lake Clan, he grudgingly gave some face to the other.

Li Dongyi noticed the big thug sigh in relief upon hearing that the police were arriving soon and relaxed. It seemed this thug indeed had connections at the police station.

Rong Yu first removed the thick blankets covering the two, then reopened the hidden compartment to retrieve clean water and towels.

“I’m fine,” He Feiyan said. She was not someone who shed tears in the wind, nor had that person touched her, but for the sake of her reputation, she had to feign being grievously wronged to clear her name.

Most importantly, her star beast had to confront Zhang Mo and the others; otherwise, Shentu Gui and Tuoba Yimian would certainly not be a match for Zhang Mo’s group.

Thinking of the corpses she had seen on the road, she felt a surge of anger mixed with puzzlement.

The villagers who had come also wanted to enter upon seeing this, but Commander Wang and the other police officers stayed outside to block them.

Tang Can’s heart leapt with joy as he tentatively pressed the number “36” again. Any child who had studied physics would understand the significance of that number.

Master Du stroked his beard thoughtfully. He had long suspected that all these events were orchestrated by Li Ao himself. Monsters now were so pressed that survival space was almost nonexistent. Even if he was a great demon, a true dragon, these were matters of natural selection. What could he do?

Han Guoliang’s eyes widened, watching clearly as Zhou Liang approached the brink of an outburst.

As a reincarnator, there were many secrets he neither wanted nor could allow ordinary people to discover.

This realization suddenly made her heart ache, soft and tender, and she couldn’t help but become emotional, her eyes reddening.

Even though he could now freely enter those high-level venues, he no longer had the face to show up.

Ou Minfeng applauded Yu Chenguang’s ingenious idea, while Yu Chenguang admired Ou Minfeng’s profound knowledge.

Xie Ming did not believe in these things but held no ill will toward those who did. It was merely a difference in choice; he believed in himself, while others needed something to rely on.

The reincarnation eye automatically controlled the insertion of uneven black rods, one by one, into the corpse of Leng Jun, which was already floating.

Ye Qing’s reappearance naturally drew many glances, but she ignored them and found a corner to close her eyes and meditate.

Leng Ao had endured enough cold violence. As long as Xie Ming could communicate with him even a little, he was willing to take a beating. If provoked enough, Xie Ming might even engage in some physical interaction with him. Thinking of this, Li Ao secretly felt unprepared and yet eagerly anticipated Xie Ming acting rather than speaking.

The two of them had endured so many years in the palace, longing to leave when they came of age to live a normal life. How could they bear to lose their lives here so senselessly?

“Ding,” the elevator doors opened. He stiffly pushed Pei Si outside, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed like a mere illusion again.

The brat snorted coldly without saying more and directly commanded the blade maiden to take position in the front row.

“Let’s go.” After soothing Hu De, the Unicorn, and Ming, Ling Feng and Cleveland entered the room together.

“Sis, He Xiao asked us to go to his company. He said he could solve the problems between the two companies,” Lu Ou said anxiously.

“Unicorn, which day on your day off would you like your brother to take you out to play?” Ling Feng felt his body was no longer under his control as he spoke while handing over a black ticket.

There was a strange phenomenon here: for example, Nan Shu’s plastic surgery and sales boosting were all baseless rumors without concrete evidence.

Su Ruhui frowned, about to decline, when Fu Shui outside the hall entered holding four or five peaches with a rosy hue in a cloth, followed by a nanny.

On the contrary, Meng Tian repeatedly saved himself through his martial skills. Without Meng Tian, he felt worthless—merely a pile of white bones at the cliff’s edge.

“Yes, currently the Vichy Church’s warships have no clear stance on this operation, but resistance is highly likely,” Sheng Wang nodded, stating a fact.

“You believe whatever she says? Wake up, you foolish human,” Xu Shiyun disdainfully glanced at Xu Zuoyan.

Following the direction of the sound, they saw three massive warships in the sky firing towards the sea ahead.

At this moment, Ye Feng realized that the other party intended to implicate him along with Qiao Feng. Most of what Xiang Wanghai said likely came from the Quanguan Qing Sect, aiming to make the martial world see him as Qiao Feng’s accomplice, turning him into an outcast like Qiao Feng, hated and hunted by all.

As time passed, he would gradually become the “Sage” of the Jiuli tribe, and then all problems would be solved smoothly.

Li Zhi was stationed at the suite entrance and glanced at the time; it was already six in the evening. The gathering of celebrities from all circles to welcome Yamamoto Kyoko was about to begin.

Not to mention him, even the incense offerings to the Sage, if not seized early, could be taken by others.

“He still wanted to say more, but Mo Mo interrupted, ‘But you’re not qualified enough to enter, right?’”

The voice sounded casual but made Leng Youyue uneasy. She turned her gaze away, not daring to look at him, her eyes flickering evasively.