Chapter 31

A single drop of the Water of Life was placed into Qu Tong's mouth. Instantly, she was revitalized; her bodily functions surged with frantic activity, as if a parched wasteland had received a long-awaited, torrential rain, greedily devouring the life-giving energy.

Suddenly, the arrow from the Bow of Hou Yi was loosed. The bow itself transformed into a streak of golden light, trailing after Mo Wuxie.

No sooner had Duan Chen finished speaking than Shen Mengbai, dressed in white Confucian robes, walked over from ahead.

Wang Yujia stood frozen and silent. Brother Long took out a cigarette, handed one to me and one to Brother Hong, and then pulled out another, placing it before Wang Yujia. Wang Yujia looked up abruptly and reached out to take it, but at that moment, Brother Long crushed the cigarette to pieces.

The term "nu-jia" (a self-referential term used by women in ancient times) echoed in Mo Wuxie's mind, evoking a strange sensation. Could this person be a deviant as well?

"As I thought, even if you aren't one of the Catfish's people, you are here for the necklace." Ryan’s expression grew complex. As a seasoned adventurer, he knew all too well the danger of carrying a treasure that invites theft.

Human feelings are perhaps the most irrational of things. Whenever she gazed at him, she felt a bittersweet tremor. She still sensed that a man like him was beyond her control or understanding—yet he was also the source of her intoxication and an attachment she could not sever.

Meanwhile, Li Liehuo felt an even greater yearning for the realm of the Diamond Battle Emperor. He mused that if he could attain such cultivation, it would be akin to having a second life; with such immense spiritual power, he would be virtually undying, capable of starting over even after death.

The following day, Chen Chao Piao and his group packed their belongings, left the back mountain, and returned to CD City.

Lang Qi stared at a strange case beside the bed; from its appearance, it looked like a guitar case.

The Peerless Sword Demon, a master of the sword, remained formidable even after having once succumbed to demonic obsession and having been sealed away for such a long, agonizing age.

The scarred man glanced around, hummed in satisfaction, and then, with leisurely precision, kicked aside the brute who had charged at the front. With a metallic clang, he drew the simple, long sword from his back.

The younger generation of the Golden Family hurled insults one after another; they had long despised Long Williams.

Lang Qi checked the calendar and was shocked to discover that it was already the next day. He had absolutely no memory of what he had done the previous day, and as a result, he was half-forced to the beach.

"It’s the only way!" Chen Xijun muttered to herself before silently dialing a phone number. Her body trembled; clearly, making this call required immense courage.

Even though Asura was using stealth, Ye Chenfeng had already calculated his position and laid a trap, waiting for Asura to take the bait.

Qin Yan suddenly remembered that Yu Han-yan’s clothes had been destroyed in the corpse explosion. After a wild run of over a hundred miles, surely not even a strip of fabric remained? In that case, apart from a layer of mud, was she not essentially naked?

With such a massive treasure trove of spiritual energy, he would have no trouble breaking through his ability limits as many times as he wished in the future.

In the current situation, Jiang Xiao held an absolute advantage both in the open and in the shadows. Unfortunately, the inability to destroy the Primordial World became a major constraint. He could not damage the world, which forced him to be cautious. If only he could resolve the conflict with a battle in the chaos, that would be ideal, but that was nearly impossible.

The hunter’s face turned pale. In the past, he certainly would have dared, but someone had died in the house, and he no longer had the courage. He vowed never to live in this house again.

Nezha finally understood. She giggled, not bothering to retract her three heads and eight arms, and snuggled into Jiang Xiao’s embrace. There, at the highest point of the Heavenly Realm, the two of them began to make love.

Carole leaned weakly against Lu Shu. She didn't care where they were going; her body grew increasingly frail, and she could barely even feel the wind blowing in through the window.

"Are you saying that the two of you have returned, but God’s Eye and Platoon Leader Xiao have gone to find the First Platoon Leader?" Zhao Xiaochen looked at Zheng Shuai, who lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. Feeling a pang of heartache, she reached out to touch his cheek.

The young priest gazed at Karl for a moment, nodding slightly in greeting. His voice was low and magnetic, carrying that unique, soothing quality natural to a priest.

The two apprentices were puzzled. Usually, by this time, Mistress Wu would have already risen and scolded them for being late. What was happening today?

As Old Four walked toward Gouzi, the latter still felt a glimmer of hope, only to realize that his last straw of salvation had also been severed. Finally understanding the situation, he stopped trying to run and knelt on the ground, waiting for death.

Such marks were ambiguous to look at, yet they were the most expressive of love. Zheng Chenheng was happy for them to remain, and Xichen let him be. Since he had left the marks himself, if he wasn't afraid of others seeing them, what reason did she have to care?

An indescribable, strange feeling welled up in her heart, and every detail since her reunion with Jin Yang exploded in her mind.

Xi Jianjin also fired his gun, but he did so while still talking on the phone. With unerring accuracy, he shot the gun out of Mrs. Gu’s hand just before her bullet could leave the chamber.

Moreover, the love between Gu En'en and Han Chengchi had been too smooth-sailing. Now, faced with so many conflicting events and pieces of evidence, she found it impossible to deceive herself any longer; she was forced to believe.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Yang walked to the bedside and reached out, gently tucking the blanket around Lin Shengshen.

Xuanyuan Tianyue held Rong Qian, his brow furrowed with gravity. She thought she had hidden it well, but living together day and night, he knew her condition better than anyone. Last night, she had coughed eleven times, and nine of those times she had wanted to turn over.

Everything seemed unchanged. When the governess arrived the next day, Yun Duoduo studied diligently, just as she had done with etiquette classes in her modern life. She had never bothered to learn before; she simply hadn't liked the woman’s attitude.

Realizing the look in Han Chengchi’s eyes, Gu Lanshan couldn't help but bite her lip tightly.