Chapter 31

Although awakened from the dream, the events within it continued to swirl in her mind. Recalling everything that had transpired, she still felt a lingering sense of terror.

"Tch, you're clearly into older men, but you won't even admit it," the girl with the bun hairstyle continued in a milky, childish voice.

Liunian had thought it would be difficult to put into words, but once the first sentence was spoken, she realized it wasn't as hard as she had imagined. In fact, she felt a sense of secret joy. The person she loved also loved her back—wasn't that supposed to be the happiest thing in the world?

Aside from Fengge Peak, Wude Peak and Nanhui Peak were also guarded personally by their respective peak masters. The remaining peak masters had gathered at Guicang Mountain; after all, Guicang Mountain was the primary target of the Heart-Slaughter Sect's assault.

Ji Zhenhua’s face lit up with surprise when he saw Ji Liunian. He set down his luggage, and Lu Meiyan, who was not far away, uncharacteristically refrained from provoking her, choosing instead to sit inside the car.

"..." Lan Qinxue gave him a look that urged him to continue, then leaned comfortably against his chest, listening to the resonance of his voice as he spoke.

However, thinking that the Blood River Mosquito Gu alone could contend with the God of Tingchuan would be far too naive. Venerable Dragon Centipede would surely employ other methods, but what those methods were, Song Mingshi could not see, for as soon as the God of Tingchuan struck, True Person Tianyan had already whisked him away.

While explaining the key points, Shengshi guided the horse in circles, helping Ji Liunian get accustomed to the feeling of being in the saddle.

Whenever the past was mentioned, Yang Shiyun’s voice would always reveal a faint sorrow that made one’s heart ache for her, prompting Shangguan Hong to pull her tightly into his embrace.

Watching Lin Xiao walk swaggeringly into his home, Shinji raised his hand as if to say something, but in the end, he remained silent. With a frustrated wave of his hand, he turned and left directly.

Every day, Li Hui would pull Ye Zhiqiu aside to talk. When Ye Zhongguo saw Ye Zhiqiu, his face was full of smiles, and Grandfather Ye was even more doting, his affection laced with a trace of guilt—though he had no regrets, as Jiang Jie was truly not the right man for her.

"Wang Shaofeng, that rich second-generation kid, Wang Shaofeng from the Wang Group—he’s actually back," Qin Feng said with great surprise. He also recalled the Shaofeng Group that Big Bear had mentioned; could it also belong to Wang Shaofeng?

The figure in the black robe granted his wish. As the commoners pointed at the cultivator, he released the first person who had pointed, while the cultivator let out a miserable scream and vanished before their eyes.

Secondly, both families were devout Christians, and St. Louis, Missouri, was a place with high levels of opposition; even the St. Louis Cardinals had explicitly expressed their disapproval of same-sex relationships.

After shouting, Monk Hu Lu stood up immediately, scanning the crowd in the seats with a fierce gaze.

Reflecting on these things, Qin Feng no longer harbored any illusions. After he and his comrades retreated several hundred meters and discovered that the militants were not pursuing them, he signaled for the retreat to stop.

With a wave of his hand, an invisible force rippled outward. Behind him, a massive building slowly parted in four directions, like a blooming flower, revealing the scene within.

Shaohao Gui wanted to use this opportunity to get closer to Mo Yiming, but every time he approached, he felt as though Lu Lin were staring fixedly at his back. Having experienced this several times before, he felt his skin crawl and could only retreat silently.

"How has your health been lately?" Su Xingchen tried to make small talk, but Meng Xiran only responded with a few indifferent words.

The fact that the opponent could cause all six of them to feel a sharp pain in their consciousness with a single strike—even if it were merely a special divine ability—was enough to prove that this person's cultivation was far superior to theirs, especially since he had tracked them from over a thousand miles away without them ever realizing it.

Outside the valley, Hou Junji’s army had not gone far; they were gathered on the road heading east, standing in strict formation.

A "hissing" sound suddenly exploded in Chen Yun's mind. The sound was too sensitive, especially in the middle of the night.

"Hahaha~" A burst of laughter erupted from the Central Plains camp. Although Bai Yan’s blade just now was enough to shake one's soul, the aging overlord had experienced too many slaughters and seen too many heroes; in the end, he was the one still standing firm with his sword before the three armies.

Geng Lin nodded slightly. An armed force called elite would ultimately not be too bad. Although he didn’t know how they would fare in a real fight, this momentum alone was much stronger than the Bird-Head Team 3 of the Nine-Headed Bird.

Hu Xie and Tie Ye had just led ten thousand remnants back to the main barbarian camp when the ground shook once more—General Hu Hu of the Xiao Kingdom was leading seventy thousand cavalry in a direct charge against the barbarian formation.

Qing Yi was like a great furnace capable of melting heaven and earth—virile to the extreme, his movements grand and sweeping, his vitality surging to the sky, as valiant as a god, intending to break the Dao with sheer force.

My mind raced back to when Leviathan had once come to our zombie world to kidnap and arrest a large number of giants. In an instant, I understood the root of everything.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bowen released strands of spider silk toward Li Tian, binding him tightly. In an instant, a giant cocoon formed around Li Tian.

In this intellectual negotiation, every sentence, every word choice, and even every glance was critically important. Information was leaked through these inadvertent exchanges, and the team that lost the most information was likely to be the ultimate loser.

Afterward, he used the company's resources to investigate Fang Hui, the investor behind the show, and decided to intervene personally.

Yet, upon second thought, he felt that the trope of waiting for others to rescue him was far too pathetic. It would be better to escape on his own, which might also prevent this place from suffering any further losses.

Just as she sat by the bed, drifting toward sleep, Bo Xingyi, full of energy, shook her arm.

Facing the fiercely charging Jin Li, Jue Chen slowly removed his white cassock, tying it around his waist to reveal his strong and perfect upper body.

He pondered finding an opportunity to test this "Lucky Cat Constitution" to see if it would truly bring him good fortune.