Volume 1, Chapter 65: Why Do You Not Open Your Eyes to Look at Me?

Song Xianwan lowered her gaze to stare at the newborn moss in the crevices of the blue flagstones.
Those velvety green patches wound like snake tongues in the shadows, and the water-logged grey bricks emitted a cold sheen, reflecting her bloodless face.
A crone's rough palm pinched the back of her neck, mud splashing up as embroidered shoes crushed the mossy traces.
The heavy agarwood in the side chamber made one's throat turn bitter.

Even if chaotic beasts from the Great Ruins were to invade, the resident evolved beings of the Demon God Clan could beat them back.

After struggling for a long time to no avail, he had no idea how to take the initiative with Ni Pei. In the end, thinking he could enjoy a private rendezvous with his family in the room, he was met with utter disappointment.

At this moment, Xiao Wei was still holding the glass cup in his hand with a look of heartache, as if he could not bear to let it go.

Challenged by this hoarse voice, for some inexplicable reason, the ancient heritage scrolls suddenly fell silent in unison. It was as if the meaning within those words made the two scrolls feel that they possessed their own pride and dignity, which brooked no such trampling.

Furthermore, he only felt a surge of hot blood rising, a sweetness in his throat, and blood had already involuntarily spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Lu Yuan knew that the Rockefeller family controlled the five largest airlines in the United States, so he had chosen two specific routes.

After all, as an expert, one should be able to accept the strange and alien gazes of all people. Those people were, in his eyes, merely lowly and pitiful creatures.

"Mid-stage True Qi, second tier, capable of bringing three Huang-tier martial arts to perfection and coordinating them to maximize one's combat effectiveness. Their aptitude is truly this formidable," Xu Yan said.

At this very moment, Tantai Jingxuan realized that she no longer hated Lin Huan as much as before; the mere thought of Lin Huan being killed by her grandfather and the others caused a needle-like, stabbing pain in her heart.

The Formless Bodhi Bead was a rare and miraculous divine weapon usable even at the Heavenly Venerate realm, capable of transforming into four layers of defense at critical moments.

Hearing that it was indeed Jing Qi's voice, Nalan Shu slowly opened his eyes. It was not that he was overly nervous, but rather that someone as cunning and deceitful as Sima Shang was capable of anything, and having a little extra caution was always for the best.

However, despite saying this, he still couldn't help wanting to step forward and take a look. Although he looked down upon traditional Chinese medicine, the hospital had always circulated miraculous rumors regarding Chen Fan's medical skills, and half-skeptical, he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Beside him, Su Ruolan had already been gnawed by marrow-devouring insects over more than half of her flesh, with blood-stained bones visible everywhere, leaving her just a step away from death.

At the very least, at this moment, after suffering the simultaneous explosive impact of hundreds of nether fireballs, even though the two king-class guards had used fluctuating power to barely protect their vital areas the instant before taking damage, they were still left dizzy and disoriented by this sudden attack.

The wooden cabin door opened inch by inch, emitting creaking sounds. With each sound, Zi Lingtian's hand trembled more and more violently.

As five Cao soldiers holding halberds thrust simultaneously at Zhao Yun who had fallen to the ground, Zhao Yun snapped to his senses, flipped over and rolled forward. Four halberds pierced the spot where Zhao Yun had previously been, and the four Cao soldiers, refusing to give up, pursued him with another stab, plunging a weapon into the ground where Zhao Yun had just rolled, but Zhao Yun had already rolled to the other side.

Zhao Yan looked forward to an even more thrilling match, just as Ormaco looked forward to opponents stronger than himself.

Although the commoners did not know much about Zhao Yan's love, deep down in their hearts they were extremely excited. Not for any other reason, but simply because this upcoming city lord was also a commoner. If a commoner became the city lord, would the lives of the commoners under his jurisdiction naturally become a little easier?

Nalan Shu was traveling from afar and would still need two days to arrive—two days, which was more than enough time for him to investigate everything thoroughly so that he could formulate a countermeasure by the time he got there... Only, he wondered what on earth could have driven Sima Qing to personally kill the unborn child of himself and Lingyu, casting them both into the celestial prison?