51. Senior Alchemist
“Thank you for your kindness, but I’m not accepting contractees at the moment!” Ning Xuan was somewhat speechless at the man’s bluntness and firmly declined.
The young man’s expression instantly darkened. He turned to look at Chen Nan and said stubbornly, “Miss, my strength is not lacking. At the very least, I’m not weaker than him. If you’re willing to comfort me, my power will grow even stronger!”
Although the rules within the Arctic City differed from those of the outside world, Ning Xuan and Chen Nan shared a spiritual connection. If Ghost Nocturne could let her sense even a trace of affection, perhaps she would never leave no matter what. The truth, however, was that Ghost Nocturne was harsh toward her. In his eyes, what Qiao Yufei saw was only desire and need—anyone would betray if given the chance. Qiao Yufei had done nothing wrong; one could try to see things from her perspective.
Of course, this referred to their chances of survival, and La Buosi was well aware of the implications hidden within Liu Ying’s words.
Yet, such a proud person was willing to guard Xiao Chen. Either Xiao Chen was incredibly powerful, making the Immortal Punishment willing to submit, or his background was extraordinary enough to command such a proud individual.
“Giggling…” Zixin chuckled for the first time. The sound was strange, as if he deliberately lowered his voice.
The changes brought by weakness perception, charge, and peerless dominance were present but not significant. Since a previous enhancement and the skill fusion, Li Yujun felt this was already sufficient.
Feng Mengjie stood at the hospital entrance, anxious. She didn’t know if Chuyang would come to pick her up as usual, nor if she could resist asking about yesterday later. The whole morning, she had not eaten breakfast, consumed by worry.
Across this vast land, rivers of white blood flowed, alien corpses piled like mountains, and Ghost Nocturne and his companions now trampled upon these alien bodies.
The Blood Clan’s North American headquarters harbored a gloomy realm underground, starkly contrasting with the grand and imposing palace above.
“Captain, what is our main purpose for entering the mountain this time?” Chu Mengxue finally voiced the question lingering in her heart.
“All right.” Sun made a gesture, signaling the two to widen their excavation sideways. No more digging upwards.
“When we’re together, don’t talk to me about any other men. None of them matter as much as you do.” Bai Li’s words caught me off guard; I didn’t know how to respond, so I just lowered my head in silence.
Dong Yuan shrugged and laughed, “It’s not on the face anyway.” In this day and age, handshakes weren’t necessary. Only her husband and close maids knew about the scars on her palm.
Xixin was startled and hurriedly said, “Banxia is inside the main room checking the supplies. Miss, don’t worry, she’s definitely still here!” Saying this, she too became a bit anxious and quickly ran toward the main room.
Given the current situation, Yelü Dashi was bound hand and foot, unable even to call for help.
Seeing her drenched in sweat and about to speak again, Gu Chenghui took her hand and gently led her out of Zhengming Residence, softly interrupting her.
Arthur swallowed the blood in his mouth and whispered, “Next!” He said it only to himself.
The two servants of the Yao family exchanged glances but ultimately could not resist. They still drove the carriage to the Gu Mansion gate. After notifying the gatekeeper, it wasn’t long before the aching, gasping Yao Zhidong and the puzzled Master Gu sat facing each other in the flower hall.
When refugees besieged the city and Fang La’s rebel forces approached, no one believed Hangzhou could hold out against the rebel tide. The saying “a man’s last words are always kind” was somewhat exaggerated, yet in times of great crisis, people habitually recalled the past, afraid there would be no chance for redemption.
With self-driving tours, group trips, and the festival over the next two days, the place was especially crowded.