Chapter 50: He Blew Gently into Her Ear

Yanyan had eaten her fill, enjoyed some red wine, and now felt a wave of drowsiness washing over her.
Combined with Xu Zhiting's pleasant voice murmuring by her ear,
she gradually drifted off to sleep.
Why had she never noticed before that his voice had a hypnotic effect?
Xu Zhiting spoke alone for a while, until he heard Yanyan’s soft, even breathing.
"She's fallen asleep."
Unconsciously, he lowered his voice even further and asked softly.
Just as he was about to disconnect the call, from outside the door came—

Xiang Yufeng’s somewhat dim eyes suddenly trembled with excitement upon seeing that single nut, and it took him a long time to squeeze out four words.
"No, it's not him." Exactly because it wasn't Shen Nianyi, it felt all the more bizarre. Sun Shining read the letter twice with suspicion; the signature was Yin Rong. The image of that slightly pale face and the Second Prince's deep, unfathomable eyes surfaced in her mind. How had he found this place, and why was he telling her all this?

One by one, these people swung heavy treasure hammers, looking at Pei Jinzhong's terrified face and roaring with laughter.
"I've also heard that the feathered arrows used by various nations differ slightly. My Lord should be more knowledgeable about this," Tang Churou said with bright eyes.
The trials and tribulations of the mortal world are merely testaments to these ancient, unchanging years, while the fated encounters between heaven and earth ultimately serve only to witness vows of life and death that never waver.

Another sword embryo exploded, instantly transforming into a fierce tiger that roared and exhaled a boundless, overbearing aura that shook the nine heavens.
"The pressure here is so intense that even those in the Undying Realm would find it difficult to move. No powerhouse has ever been able to set foot in this place before; how did he manage it?" A gloomy look flickered constantly in the eyes of True Monarch Tianshui, utterly unable to comprehend Xia Zheng's state.

The more Sun Changxi thought about it, the more he believed this was possible. He knew that Zhu Ziming had entered this place more than once, but was unwilling to bring others along—at least, before he was expelled from the sect, neither he nor Sun Changfu had ever been given such an opportunity.
A flash of lightning struck. If it were any other evolver, they would surely find it hard to resist and would seek protection, otherwise turning into ashes under the tribulation. Yet Qin Tian was completely unharmed—how utterly defying of the heavens was that?

"Suman, if I unlock your handcuffs, how could you possibly still obey me?" Just as his words finished trailing off, his hand caressed Ye Suman's thigh.
If things reached that point, this war to conquer Liao would, like countless wars of the past in this spacetime, descend into the tedious routine of "infantry against infantry, generals against generals, with immortals meeting their destined calamities."

He Menglong clutched his bleeding right eye, collapsed onto the wrestling ring, and could not help but let out a series of miserable wails. Seeing their vice-leader crawling and rolling in front of everyone and making a complete fool of himself, the disciples of the Longjiao Gang had no choice but to carry him off the stage with the help of several burly men.
With Northern Liao lacking in high-end power, the Daohai Zongyuan military troops, armed with advanced technology and systems, easily turned local skirmishes into a one-sided slaughterhouse.

If this were not a magical artifact, but two magical artifacts instead, that would still make some sense, Mo Ye silently mocked in his heart.
"What isn't it?" In the fairy's bright eyes, a shy coyness that stirred the soul blended with a bold, mischievous, and playful glint. Yet that boldness was obviously forced and would collapse the moment it was touched.

Xu Xuanling smiled and said, "The Mountain Lord speaks wisely." With that, he gently waved the Langfeng Xuanyun Fan toward the flood dragon spirit. This red tendon was merely an ordinary magical artifact, and once the incantation planted within it by a practitioner of great power was severed, it was instantly beaten back to its original form, loosening and dissolving with a gentle sweep of the breeze.
"You—you bribed the chamber of commerce! By what right can you do it while others cannot?" that person said somewhat anxiously.

She had just dreamed that her Ah Chun was surrounded, and Gu Yale's husband suddenly rushed out to ambush him. She woke up instantly from the dream, yet felt that everything in it had been so real that her entire heart sank to the bottom.
"Hahaha, hitting a rock with an egg, courting your own death!" King Yong laughed out loud, striking at Jiang Yichun once more.