Volume One, Chapter 33: The Brothel

Yuni understood what was happening. It wasn’t really that there was a forbidden zone ahead that devoured all intruders; the reaction of the tree dwellers was more likely born of reverence for the predators inhabiting that area.

A faint scent of roses lingered beneath his nose. Lance gently stroked the petals, which appeared dark red in the night, recalling Ye An’an’s every smile and frown, and the astonishing beauty when she tried on that Valentino gown. A shadow flickered across his gaze.

“I’m not quite sure what you mean. Could you please clarify your words?” Ata seemed to realize what the other truly wished to say, but was still a step away from fully understanding.

Yuan’s laughter, bright and refreshing, replaced his usual coldness. Bathed in sunlight, he seemed to possess a warmth rarely seen.

Perhaps the dose of venom was insufficient. The Tree Demon King, enduring the agony, finally completed his spell.

Any spell that harnesses light for harm is swift beyond measure, though its power is relatively diminished. After all, light lacks substance, and while magic can imbue certain rays with destructive force, affixing enchantments to light itself is more arduous than attaching them to air.

This time Ning Jin heard it clearly. She instinctively glanced at her own chest, and when she realized what she’d just done, her delicate face blossomed with a blush.

Even though the opportunity was faint, and everyone else urged him to let it go, Cheese truly hoped this time he would crash into the southern wall before stopping.

As an actress, He Na had vanished from public view under the guise of vacation for quite some time. With offers for advertisements and photo shoots pouring in, she couldn’t stay in Saint Derpitzburg long; she left together with Jiang Yicheng.

Tentacles lifted the corpses toward the two, their limbs moved in eerie poses under the control of roots burrowing within the muscles, resembling props manipulated by a puppeteer.

These firefly scorpions behaved like rigorously trained soldiers: utterly still when at rest, yet when ordered to attack, they moved in perfect unison. Countless faint, nearly imperceptible flashes shot from every direction, targeting the crowd at the center.

Noah’s words were long, but exceptionally clear. Everyone present, including the apprentices, grasped their meaning, making Firth’s response all the more crucial, for Noah’s doubts were entirely reasonable.

Yet the crisis remained untouched. Majer, restricted in his movements, dared not linger in the line of fire. He grabbed the petrified soldier and leapt back to the cover; the unsuspecting soldier landed face-first in the mud beside him.

When discussing the matter, Qiangzi specifically mentioned that Ye Long was skilled in martial arts, prompting Leopard to bring extra men.

Tang Ming surveyed his surroundings with a grave expression. He hadn’t noticed earlier and was unaware of whom Meng Xianjun had lost to.

Following the sound, the crowd’s attention was drawn to a long procession of ornate carriages. Guided by Harpy and the staff, the carriages parked in order on a freshly cleared patch of ground. It seemed the shop owner had anticipated the arrival of such distinguished guests.

“Really?” Sister Mei hesitated on the phone; she couldn’t bring herself to believe Ye Long.

Not only Ji Ya, but even Captain Li Yumei of the Sea Light had some acquaintance with Herna. Despite her disdain for Bobiches, she still allowed them aboard, taking them to Da Zhou for a peaceful life as wealthy gentry.

This thunder man bore the aura of a deity, his body wrapped in red lightning, holding a hundred-foot-long whip wreathed in the same crimson bolts.

He couldn’t let the water police base’s operations falter for the sake of a mere rank-and-file soldier. Weighing the gravity of the situation, he knew that decisions couldn’t be made on impulse.

He Ping was already fully alert, knowing in his heart that Hela had arrived.

Such units don’t need powerful weapons; even large-caliber artillery, standard for field troops, can be dispensed with. They carry some personal arms, and for fire support, rely on vehicle-mounted mortars or cannons on wheeled armored vehicles, which suffice.

Upon hearing this, Wu Geng agreed; he could sense the danger Li Jing posed, far greater than that useless god. All these years, he had never figured out Li Jing’s true strength, but he knew Li Jing was far superior.

At the very moment she tried to channel her force, her face was suddenly overtaken by terror—for she found herself immobile, and her energy within had mysteriously dwindled to almost nothing.

Li’s words had barely finished when, before he could even see how the other moved, Lin Zhao appeared directly at his side.

This was why he’d called He Ping earlier; at least He Ping’s place was the safest.

His own ankle was injured, and he had to care for his father, changing diapers daily. The house was chaotic, and he feared Zhao Jiaxin would mock him. Now, though, his mood relaxed.

He immediately led his men to investigate Chang Lao Er’s home. The gate was still shut, and a young policeman jumped into the yard, discovering the house empty.

Thus, the topic of Hydra was reignited, though some believed it was just disgruntled agents of SHIELD, dissatisfied with its dissolution, deliberately creating a false impression.

His right hand lingered unconsciously over his left chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath. This ambiguous gesture wiped all thoughts and prohibitions from my mind, making me unwilling to stop, sinking completely into the intoxicating fragrance.

Su Jinxiu gazed at Chen Tianmo, his eyes deep and inscrutable. Chen Tianmo’s demeanor was relaxed; he even lit another cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and waited for Su Jinxiu’s reply.