Chapter 47: Class-A Red, Horror in the Ancient Castle (14)

Ding Si was right. Submerging the first floor was certainly beneficial to her.

When she saw the outside world plunged into utter darkness that morning, with no difference between day and night, she knew something was wrong.

Through the vampire-shattered window, she discovered that the outside was not shrouded in some sunlight-blocking black fog, but was simply a drastic drop in brightness—so dim that she could not even see her own fingers.

However, what was the exact cause behind this distinction between the inside and the outside?

At first, Xu Yiliu did not immediately figure this out.

Su Man tightened her arms, pressing closely against his chest, a smile of absolute sweetness resting on her face.

Having finished these tasks, Mu Feng handed six thousand Out-of-Body Pills and three hundred Deity-Transformation Pills to Chen Hui and Tim respectively.

Back in the day, although Chi Tong wore a vibrant scarlet dress that exuded a hint of seductive charm, she still retained a trace of innate purity deep within her bones. However, her temperament was unconsciously molded and altered by Qing Yu during that period.

Guan Jinjin knew that Lu Qingrou was not unable to understand the situation; delaying action... naturally had her own reasons.

At least... looking at the children, Li Jinting could tell just how deeply Jiang Sinan loved Guan Jinjin.

The blood-tail state indeed fused Crimson Feather with Psychic communion, but the part of the scarlet twin wings was borne by the soul of Qiongqi. In other words, the resonant hurricane unleashed by Ling Zihuan was actually the power of Qiongqi.

Watching Murong Che's figure vanish beyond the door, a sly and wicked glint flickered deep within Zhong Yexue's eyes.

A radiant smile hung on Shanshan's lips, yet when her gaze fell upon the man's hands, she could not help but slightly furrow her brow.

"It's nothing. Why is it that you always look so majestic and stern, yet as night falls, you turn out to be so mischievous?" I asked.

"Now, will the seventy-eight participating groups each send a representative to the stage to draw lots? The battle format will be Group 1 versus Group 2, Group 3 versus Group 4, and so on, until thirty-nine victorious groups are decided for the next round of trials," shouted the Heartthrob loudly.

Lianxin cold-heartedly hooked her lips into an icy smile, making Chuntao's heart tremble. Clearly, it was already the scorching heat of summer, yet she felt a bone-chilling draft surge from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

Guan Jilin's invisible embroidery needles were originally intended to be flicked toward the gunman's throat; had he done so, those dozen or so fellows would have been sent to the netherworld instantly.

"Gu Shisan, watch your mouth!" With that, a silver needle laced with lethal poison was hurled straight at Gu Shisan.

Wen Zirong and Wen Zixuan were struck with terror. Wen Zirong, standing closer, hurriedly reached out to catch Lianxin. Lowering his gaze, he saw that Lianxin's complexion was somewhat pale, cold sweat beaded slightly on her forehead, and her skin felt icy to the touch.

Everyone, including Ye Chen, asked no questions. One glance at the murderous aura surrounding the two of them was enough to tell that the Blood-Thirst Sect had been utterly obliterated.

Yet when facing Chen Lili, Zhao Tiehu's expression also grew slightly cold. Glancing indifferently at Chen Lili, he said calmly,

"Greetings, Sword God of the Heavens." Countless cultivators of the Beidou Star Domain also prostrated themselves successively, their voices shaking the starry firmament.

However, after a long moment, she still said, "Your Highness, my mind is made up. I beseech the Princess Consort to grant my wish."

The servants naturally knew what this implied. The jewelry inside had been bought at a lavish price by the Sixth Master at an auction, likely for nothing more than to win a single smile from Gu Anxing.

Ruan Cha operated her optical computer for a moment, and the next instant, a pair of adult flight boots was delivered right before her.

A short while later, Chen Qingyun finally finished reading the letters, walked over to the chest, unlocked it, and deposited all the letters inside.

Yet seeing the current predicament, she realized she had been foolish after all. Her own child had died a tragic death at the hands of another, and yet she, as a father, had still been willing to believe the words of the murderer.

Yan Lanruo had been at home almost every day for some time past, but the frequency of seeing her had indeed decreased quite a bit these last few days.

Yet no matter how hard she tried, she could muster no strength. Her mouth felt as though it had been completely occupied by someone else's lips and tongue, and her entire body was restrained, leaving her utterly powerless to push the person away from her.