Chapter 110: Something Strange Here

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Raiden Makoto approached Kamisato Ayaka, gently took the folding fan embossed with the Kamisato crest from her hands, and then lifted her up with tender care.

Although it had been set ablaze, the neon sign of the dance hall continued to glow, the word "Raven," spelled out in colorful lights, remaining strikingly visible against the backdrop of the night. Watching this, Su Hao’s chest heaved, his clenched fists trembling ever so slightly.

"No, he’s lucky; he escaped by burrowing underground. But I’ve already sent people to track down his entire family’s location. To think he’d dream of taking revenge on me in thirty years despite having no ability—it’s pure delusion. I’m going to wipe out his whole family!" Bai Qiuhua sneered.

When Wang Sishen was brought by Dickka to the camp of Azaxi’s army, he was riddled with several arrows, appearing on the verge of death.

Having stood out among the many bristled rats to achieve the leap from beast to human form, it had already sufficiently proven its strength.

Yu Zhen intended to use himself as the server for this game to seal the Divine Tree. But in doing so, Yu Zhen would never be able to separate from the tree, nor would he ever be able to become human again. Madara did not become a god, yet Yu Zhen had become one instead.

Sun Wukong had reviewed Wang Ji’s records. Although there had been some ambition when he first gained his powers, that was perfectly normal. In the end, he had stayed to protect his country without hesitation, never uttering a complaint.

A white shadow was pulled straight out of Lin Yun’s body, and at that moment, wisps of vibrant green energy began to brew around the golden sphere of light.

This was a title specifically targeting demons, capable of reducing damage taken from them. With its aid, Su Hao would undoubtedly have a better chance of completing the main quest: "Hunt the Demons Walking Among Men!"

Ye Fan took his first step. Although this unknown place might harbor dangers, he was even less inclined to let the hex master escape.

As the palanquin entered the market, facing the worship of the commoners, Sheng Mingzhu saw Xuanyuan Yi dismount his horse. He spoke with the accompanying Ministry of Rites officials with a calm expression, his gaze never once lingering in the direction of the dragon carriage.

The Brood Mother twisted her body in resentment, but ultimately compromised. Compared to these lowly sources of food, her life was undoubtedly more important.

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Ming Yi only then noticed that Chu Boyan’s eyes were bloodshot and his complexion haggard; as she stepped closer, she caught a heavy scent of alcohol.

It appeared that even though Sheng Mingzhu had changed somewhat after her rebirth, the grand trajectory of events remained the same as in her past life. In this light, the term "frame-up" suggested that Concubine Jing was the true mastermind behind the original incident.

"That’s not up to you!" Vickers sneered, casually opening a secret door behind him, from which several zombie dogs immediately lunged out.

Tang Lili giggled, her eyes curving into crescents, dancing with playful light. She looked at him silently, smiling yet not, for a long time.

Liang Zhe glanced at the master and servant but said nothing, choosing another handgun to practice with.

"He Ziyi is nothing but a total scoundrel." Her voice was filled with infinite grievance, much like a bullied child complaining to their parents.

Now that Ning Qian was also going abroad, and the school Ning Qian was attending was less than thirty minutes away from Shen Chengren—closer than Xu Lin was—Xu Lin felt an intense sense of imbalance in her heart.

However, this item was too rare to be refined by human hands; it was a product of heaven and earth’s providence. To consume it directly would be a terrible waste. There was a better way to utilize it: to nurture it within the Taiqing Spirit-Nurturing Tree.

Chu Huandong’s return this time caused a massive stir in the business world. During his disappearance, many had assumed he was dead. Now that he had returned, countless people rushed to offer condolences, exchange pleasantries, and curry favor.

"…Then open it and let me take a look." Lu Mingxuan hesitated, but in the end, she ordered Danqing to open the box.

Seeing that Ma Long had taken one, and noticing that the beasts opposite them no longer focused solely on her but were shifting their gazes between the two of them, Yin Ningxuan withdrew her hand. It was not the time for infighting; if it was one for each, then so be it. She would not fuss over it.

Lu Mingxuan weighed the situation in her heart and ultimately decided to say nothing. Though it pained her greatly, no matter how much it hurt, it was better than losing her life, wasn't it? The only thing she could do was silently whisper "I'm sorry" to Lu Mingfeng in her heart.

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Feng Yanxi watched from the side and exchanged a look with Wanwan, who had remained silent throughout. Shaking her head helplessly, she thought: Xuchang is truly no place for a man; even homosexuality is contagious here.

"The soundproofing in this room is quite good; you don't need to worry about being overheard. This is one of the few places in the palace where one can speak freely." After sitting down, the King appeared listless. It seemed that even the King himself had begun to distrust those around him.

That was an instinctive, uncontrollable reaction that only occurred when one had suffered severe trauma.

However, they had forgotten one point: it was not necessarily because of the Eldest Madam Shen or Ye Huanyong, nor even because Situ Man bore malice toward Miss Qing, that they had moved against her. There was another possibility: there was a mastermind behind the scenes driving the development of these events.

"What do you think? What else do men who come to a place like this do, other than find girls and seek pleasure?" Lan Mufeng walked toward her unsteadily; he appeared to be quite drunk.

The entire Ancient City of Jiusheng became exceptionally lively; even though it was evening, there were still many people about.

This time, five black wolves appeared, looking extremely agile and ferocious. The heat from the surrounding fires grew intense; the intensity of this attack was ten times greater than before, making it incredibly terrifying.

Yuan Ling pressed his face against the stone, the corners of his mouth lifting in what seemed to be a smile. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Although he was now embracing an ordinary rock, he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep, his heart, which had not dared to relax for five years, finally completely at ease.

Now, the Spirit-Absorbing Vortex was no longer content with merely absorbing the magical energy from the Xunhu Spring; the magical energy throughout the entire Xunhu Secret Realm rushed toward the spring and into the vortex.

Although Erban had committed this unjust act for the sake of money, his conscience remained. He forced himself to pull Wei Qing out of the coffin, struggled to hoist him onto his back, and stumbled forward. By daybreak, when he reached the gates of the Wei estate with Wei Qing on his back, he was completely exhausted.