Chapter 67: Siren

Two robots glided over, carrying trays upon which rested the instruments designed by Tassadar.

Each person picked up an instrument in turn, holding it in their palm to examine it.

"Wait, that's not right!"

Bu Xingye said, "I've never seen Xurui wear this thing. Really, I lived with her for ten years and have never seen it."

Shi Qiyuan, Liu Han, and Jiang Chen, those men deeply entangled with Xurui...

Upon seeing the old man, Luo Hao's expression brightened with joy, and he let out a great sigh of relief. With Elder Yeyun here, his safety was at least guaranteed.

Hearing me say this, Hu Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded at me, looking somewhat disappointed, and turned to leave.

"I'll look for it for you. Everything in the Spirit Void Dock grows from the decomposition of corpses. To ghosts, that is nourishment, but to humans, it is corpse poison. If one consumes anything tainted with corpse poison, their physical body will rot, leaving only the soul behind," Liu Song said while rummaging through the surrounding bushes.

Tong Tian naturally did not know about this, but going by the school's grading system, he would probably have graduated on his very first day—after all, the title of topping the Hall of Fame was enough to represent a great deal.

The Yellow Springs Old Fiend raised his torso slightly, looked over as well, and said faintly, "Your Excellency, are you planning to slaughter the city?" He spoke as casually as an ordinary person asking whether it was time to eat, his expression completely devoid of any fluctuation.

I looked at myself in the mirror, spritzed a little perfume, and looked like a freshly blossomed flower, carrying a hint of youthful radiance.

He put the cigarette he had taken from my hand to his lips, soaked in my scent, and took a slow drag. The nearly burned-down cigarette was then tossed onto the ground.

I gave a cold smile. Even though I had already figured some things out a moment ago, I chose not to say anything.

Dorgon let out a cold snort and left with Wangqing. Before leaving, Wangqing glared at me with venomous hatred, only to be met with a freezing glare from Weiwu. Weiwu's eyes were filled with murderous intent, which Wangqing could not bear at all. Terrified, she trembled and hastily retreated.

Those otherworldly beings were indeed quite conscientious. Knowing that the Fairy Han was in deep cultivation within her cave, they would deliver spiritual herbs and immortal fruits no matter how perilous or distant the journey. There had been those ignorant of the situation who, coveting the many spiritual herbs she guarded, presumptuously sought them out and ventured thither. They were frequently injured by the divine guardians of the cave.

"Have you noticed that Foren City even has more quests than Demacia? A lot of our main storyline and high-yielding quests are accepted in Foren City," An Jike asked with a smile.

Among these people, there were ordinary mortals as well as practitioners of the Dao. With the Chen family being so influential, how could they have been wiped out so easily? How could Chen Jingzhi possess such capability? Relying merely on the haphazard martial arts he had picked up over the past two years, or managing to acquire one or two magical artifacts, seemed hardly sufficient to pull it off.

Earlier, Sun Zhuo was the one who got scared; now it was Yvette who was completely out of her depth. Could it be that she had really misunderstood?

Fate Spacetime was the top assassin of the Fate Gathering Guild, with a combat power of 14,224. His equipment consisted of numerous miscellaneous transcendent gear pieces, and he wielded a level 40 transcendent-grade dagger with extraordinarily high attack power. He was the main tank who had taken down that quasi-boss just moments ago.

The eldest apprentice stood by respectfully in attendance, listening with the utmost concentration. Snow began to fall from the sky once more, accumulating a layer of white on his hair and shoulders, even speckling his eyebrows and eyelashes with ice granules.

"I remember." Of course Kuang Tianyou remembered. He nodded, the expression on his face growing even more unnatural.

Yet for some reason, seeing this fellow throwing such a fiery, intensely jealous tantrum, she didn't feel angry in the slightest. Instead, her heart welled up with an unprecedented sweetness and secret delight.

Ye Fanzhi leaned in and whispered low curses by the end. Fang Xing's lips curved into a sarcastic arc; she had been wondering how Concubine Li had handled matters, and as expected, she had botched it after all.