Chapter 99: Seven Wolves Village

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For a Knight of the Holy Temple to dare to harm and save someone right under their noses and walk away unscathed was undoubtedly a humiliation and contempt toward them. Cold sweat continuously trickled down her temple; she could even hear her bones creaking under the terrifying pressure. Chang Xing flicked a ball of mysterious fire from his hand, instantly reducing the newly crowned Monkey King's corpse to ashes, which then drifted into the bushes, becoming nourishment for the trees. Harris’s eyes were filled with despair; yet beneath that despair lay a deeper unwillingness to accept defeat. Had it not been for the hormonal turmoil during pregnancy, coupled with the letter she once hid beneath the orphanage wall, she might never have remembered it in this lifetime. In truth, this sect was not much different from the fairyland kingdom; the difference lay merely in the mode of operation. Despite issuing a clarification, Fu Xixi still resented seeing negative reviews about her slowly appearing online. In front of the grand floor-to-ceiling window, the handsome man in the wheelchair looked pale; his calm and icy words subtly revealed a hint of excitement. He was cautious, deliberately running in the opposite direction of Niujia Village to prevent the conman from harming his family. “Agree if you agree, refuse if you refuse. Hurry up and make your decision,” Chang Xing said. Thinking of Mu Tou’s demeanor, it was truly uncertain, especially since her gaze never left her senior apprentice brother. Zhi Shan furrowed his brow slightly, hesitated upon seeing the plaque on the gate, but eventually flew inside. The light in her eyes softened somewhat, subtly glowing in the dark. Fingertips brushed across her cheek, the pad of a thumb lingering greedily over her smooth skin.

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After Hu Ma left, Xia Mo lay down and told Dujuan not to attend to her but to find a way to bring Luo Fuling into the mansion. Little did she know, Dujuan was clueless, forcing the queen’s plan to bestow a favor first to be prematurely abandoned. With tear-blurred eyes, I watched the Heavenly Silkworm sitting in the wheelchair; she smiled unusually, waving gently at me from afar. Yan Bin came over and helped us up, then lifted Yan Yan into his arms; Yan Yan clung to his neck, appearing intimate. Chu Liangrao carefully took it with both hands, nodded solemnly, and vowed silently to study it thoroughly. He lowered his brows and noticed Qianxun clenching her fist inside her sleeve, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Nan Xin on the bed. “...” Hua Weilu wanted to retort but found she had no argument to offer. When Ruo Tang’s itch toxin was nearly cleared, the Princess of Jin learned the news and insisted on coming over to see her. Madam Zhao tried her best to persuade her but to no avail, so she sent Ruo Tang a letter. “We’ll know if it works in a few days; now it depends on whether Li Xuan can persuade his father,” Bo Qiaoyan said with a smile, pulling the person into his embrace. His words were resolute and forceful, carrying a sense of finality that stirred everyone’s blood to boil. He enjoyed watching his prey make their final desperate struggles before him; that feeling was indescribably exquisite. “You go to sleep first; I’ll stay and play with Yichen a bit longer. When he’s tired, he can lie down on the sofa and sleep,” Sheng Nancheng yawned as he spoke. Thus, Fang Hanmin still held respect for those working behind enemy lines in the military intelligence. His cold sneer sent chills through everyone present; the Imperial Saint Tian’s imposing presence was overwhelming.

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“A total of five hundred and fifty taels.” These ornaments were worth far less, but Qi Yan only quoted this sum. “Bai Suzhen?” Director Luo Tong was slightly taken aback but said no more, merely nodding. Chen Fang carried all his luggage on his back and at this moment unleashed the icy dragon’s breath. The ice dragon formed in the air, merging with the flying dragon’s energy, aided by the wind. Naturally, many tourists felt indignant, especially those with immortal cultivation or overwhelming mortal power; they were ready to bypass the banner to confront the domineering charterer behind it, but a gentle yet irresistible force blocked everyone outside. Seeing Mo Jiuqing’s bleeding arm, Ye Junze was deeply pained, fearing there was no way to transfer the injury onto himself. Mention of the Maze Lock made other sorcerers’ expressions grow solemn, for even high-level sorcerers could be instantly obliterated by it. When Wang Jiu heard the cheers of hundreds of thousands, he realized his victory was assured. Jiang Yi’s expression remained unchanged; with a sharp grab of his right hand, countless huge stones soared up and shattered instantly under his grasp, turning into a shower of rubble that scattered wildly at his flick. This underwater secret realm was not something to be fully explored in a short time; he planned to let the Five-ring Tower take the lead in marking the surrounding areas. The recently subsided "Strongest Gene" incident flared up again, and Chen Feng rose to fame once more; however, such internet fads were fleeting—soon, no one would remember who Chen Feng was. Tan Zicong was knocked to the ground by Luo Lie’s punch, who then unloaded all the bullets and tossed the empty gun far away coldly saying, “The muzzle isn’t meant for our own people.” Turning toward Desiri, he saw his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead—Desiri was clearly restraining himself fiercely.