Chapter 63: Disguise

Astonished by this decision was not only the cub, but also Shi Chuchu herself.

She had painstakingly crafted the persona of a lonely woman carrying a deep blood feud, intending to get close to the crown prince, Xi Yao. From any angle, what did Gallo mean by this? It seemed as though he genuinely intended to detain her and have her serve as a full-time nanny and soothing pacifier for his cub in the long term.

This confusion did not plague her for long.

Soon after, the cub, whose mood remained persistently low, used the excuse of needing to rest and bluntly requested both of them to leave. Just as Liu Zhijie had guessed, the murderers of Liu Jingxuan turned out to be the very classmates who had taken him away a year ago.

After finally waiting for Wu Dalang to finish his cup of tea, he let out a long sigh of relief, looking thoroughly content. Had it not been for his previous remark, one would have thought he had already successfully closed the deal.

"My name is Jia Chong, and I come from another world parallel to this one." Jia Zhengjin rarely used his real name to outsiders anymore, anyway, the other party had no way to verify it.

Only this Nie Wei, no matter when one looked at her, never held any other emotion in her eyes.

The green goblin looked at the basin filled with reds and greens, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately afraid of the sensation of his mouth catching fire, shook his head and gave up.

They had to find a way to stall the opponent first, keeping them too busy to take the initiative, thereby buying time to restore the divine realm's power.

Such a novel phrase was the first they had ever heard. However, based on the awe-inspiring momentum of these eight characters, it was quite heartening; upon returning, they would surely be able to give a grand and proper account of themselves to the old fellows of the demon race.

While keeping a calm expression, his mind began to race rapidly. Unconsciously, the "Ice Heart Technique" activated on its own, making him even more exceptionally calm as he searched for the most suitable approach.

Tom turned red and thick-necked from straining, letting out a roar as he exerted force with both arms simultaneously. That giant sword finally lifted slowly off the ground, and he raised his left foot, though unfortunately, it could only clear the ground by five centimeters, and trying to lift it any higher proved as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Wu Song, seeing her pitiful appearance, helped her up and also supported the man. However, the man was quite cowardly; his legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed once more.

Wu Zixiao sat cross-legged, casually pulling over the opposite teacup and teapot. Seeing that only damp tea leaves remained in the pot, he smiled lightly and swept his hand across the pot. Suddenly, the sound of gurgling water echoed from within, and within a mere moment, a pot of steaming, fragrant tea was placed upon the square stone.

His attire was entirely casual—a well-fitted white shirt paired with black jeans. Being tall, he was a natural clothing rack, and even such simple garments were worn by him with a sense of fashionable trendiness.

Therefore, at this moment, the actions that Nagato was truly able to take actually made it not difficult to see that under this special circumstance, what Nagato could genuinely accomplish, and whether these actions could complete these special changes.

Just as Qing Rang was heading toward the Huai River, Xuanyin had already been brought to the capital. Crown Prince Xin'an had not yet ascended the throne, and Xuanyin was imprisoned within the Eastern Palace.

So-called absorption, from his perspective, was merely being drawn in by the unknown fluctuation within the youth's body. One could even say that the youth was still as weak as a chicken; look at him moving stones with sweat-drenched face and panting breath—in what way did he resemble a cultivator?

At a time like this, when such earnest completion was needed, at least within Nagato's perception, how would he truly experience it?

Gu Qingge looked at Heifeng with some bewilderment. Wasn't he hunting her down just a moment ago? Why was he suddenly letting her go now?

Only at this time did he realize that he had to bear the consequences of the mistake he had made, and from then on, he completely severed all contact with Ying'er.

"Cut the crap. Are you coming up or not?" Mo Feizi saw Ji Yechen looking at her with a questioning gaze, and her expression inevitably changed.

Yun Yetu's body trembled slightly, his hands clenched into fists hanging by his thighs, and the emotions carried by the hateful expression across his entire face were so intense that they could be felt even within the darkness.