Chapter 22

Looking up at Liang Jin again, the gaze directed at her held not only admiration for her beauty but also a growing sense of appreciation.

Though the lizardmen were weak compared to the Crusaders and monks, their sheer numbers were overwhelming, making them difficult to eradicate in a short time.

Yuchi Hong wrung out a damp towel to wipe her face, then removed her shoes and outer garments before pulling the quilt over her. She did not open her eyes again, appearing to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Sister Yixin approached, grabbed my left hand, and made a shallow cut across my palm. A strange-colored blood began to flow, and she pressed my hand against Guidie’s mouth, allowing my blood to drip into her.

The Cao Dynasty responded with equal fervor. They immediately issued a proclamation to all the Mogu on the continent of Pandaria, desperately urging them not to be deceived by the brutal Emperor Lei Shen.

Upon finishing his statement, the Heavenly Demon King flickered, instantly transforming into a thick, black demonic mist as he darted toward Ye Xingchen’s location.

Once He Ying returned to the city, she was constantly busy. It was not until midnight that she fell into a heavy sleep. Before dawn the next day, she was up again.

"Keep this matter hidden from your mother for now," the Old Master said, glancing at his two sons. Only when both nodded did he turn his gaze to his grandson.

"Red clothes of malice, smiling spirits of the soul; better to hear the ghosts wail than to hear them laugh." These words suddenly spilled from Cang Yue’s lips. He folded his hands, and faint flashes of lightning sparked between his palms; he could no longer suppress the urge to strike.

Having learned his lesson, Bai Wuque did not wait for Gu Feng to move. With a low growl, he summoned his Burrowing Mouse battle spirit first. Utilizing his split-control ability, he unleashed a flurry of hazy blue beams that tore through the void like flying daggers, whistling as they streaked toward Gu Feng.

The usual calm on Ouyang Li’s face finally vanished entirely, replaced by an expression of extreme gravity.

The reason he had failed repeatedly was that he had been gathering intelligence on the ninjas participating in the Chunin Exams. Now, things had spiraled completely out of control.

"Alas! To some in the Ye family, I am a thorn in their side; they wish for nothing more than for me to disappear. Taking advantage of my time away, they will surely find a way to eliminate me and remove the threat once and for all," Ye Tianhao said bitterly.

Finding nothing of value on the White Snake Sage, Chu Yun’s gaze settled on the sage’s smoking pipe.

With a thunderous boom, a massive explosion rocked the construct. Metal fragments flew in every direction.

However, since Ye Tianhao and his group each carried detoxifying pills capable of neutralizing any poison, they felt little fear toward these venomous creatures.

"I didn't expect to be leaving so soon after arriving, before I could even gather much intelligence," Yan Kai sighed helplessly. He wondered if he would ever be able to return after this trip to Blazing Sun City.

At that moment, a green shadow descended from the sky riding a blade of light. Landing in the heart of the corpse-demon swarm, the blade flashed repeatedly, felling the creatures one by one and carving out a foothold amidst the dense horde.

A blue storm then erupted, growing increasingly violent. The ground trembled as Chu Yun manifested not a lid, but a full sphere. Under the ravages of the chakra storm, the ground beneath his feet shattered, sending stones and sand flying, forcing everyone to retreat in search of cover.

Before Du Yan entered the game, Hughes had informed him that it was originally designed to facilitate communication with him, which was why the player avatars encountered in the game would resemble Hughes.

Li Zhe paid no mind to these critiques, even turning down numerous media interviews; he needed to focus his time on his work.

This was not a defensive rotation; LeBron James had not swapped out Yu Huan—Yu Huan had taken the initiative to step up to him.

It was then that James sensed something was wrong. After all, the question Qin Xuan asked was far too strange; wasn't the location of this place self-evident?

The only drawback was that Cambi had twisted his ankle while grabbing a rebound in the final moments; the team doctor’s diagnosis required him to rest for at least a week.

Some were already congratulating the Lakers, while others felt the team was on track to secure an epic regular-season record.

PS: I’ve been moving recently, and there’s been so much to do. I’m also preparing to open a shop, so updates will be inconsistent.

"Is that so? I haven't watched much of it before. Why is it so unconventional?" Feng Timu asked, blinking her large, adorable eyes.

If he were in Lin Zhaolun’s position, Zhao Xiang would never allow anyone to come and claim a share of his hard-won victory.

The passersby in the vicinity were drawn by Qin Xuan’s sudden shout and stopped to watch.

Now that the mole, Liu Yuanqing, had surfaced, Jiang Cheng believed it wouldn't be long before he was brought to justice. Qian Jin had been so frightened he had fled, and with no immediate crises in Jiangnan City, Jiang Cheng planned to take this opportunity to go abroad and get to the bottom of the situation in the Middle East.

Yang Fan’s long saber was unsharpened, yet he could discern a clear path for the blade and sense the flow of internal energy within his body. He let the Xiuchun saber lightly graze the incoming sweep, then dropped into a crouch to dodge. The fierce bandit roared, slamming his left hand onto the back of his blade to force it down.

"As long as it's useful—Brother Li Ying, is this all you have? How about we strike a bargain? Could you spare me half?" Master Zheng eyed the box in Master Zhao’s hand and began to negotiate with me.

"My son will not accept your apology! Get out of here now, get out!" Sun Maoqi roared in anger.

Bao'er playfully tapped him, but she nodded with a smile; after all, Zheng Xiyi was a very good friend to her now, and the most she could do was apologize in her heart to her old acquaintance, GD.

If she couldn't move Master Lei or Uncle Hai, she certainly couldn't beat them, and she couldn't defeat her senior brothers and sisters yet either. The only one she could catch and thrash was An An, so Yan Xingwu quickly turned her aggression toward her junior sister standing nearby.

Yang Fan took a step back, fearing the old man’s spittle might land on him. Wang Qu, mistaking this for fear, shook his shoulders, adjusted his belt, and puffed out his chest, looking highly self-satisfied. With a sneer full of disdain, he turned his face away from Yang Fan, acting with an arrogant air of entitlement.

Being able to speak with Old White made communication much easier, which was a significant change for him.