32. Chapter 32
“Big sister, I know.” Lan Feng’er turned and embraced Bing Yiru, resting her head against Bing Yiru’s neck. Her soft, silky hair brushed gently there, tickling Bing Yiru, who burst into a tinkling laugh. In their playful tussle, the two girls tumbled together under the covers.
“I don’t think you’re sincere at all. We’ve occupied the Qin Emperor’s Tomb for quite some time now. Surely, if there were any copper veins here, wouldn’t we have discovered them by now?” Before anyone else could speak, Fu Jiannan’s face darkened as he began to scold the ninth brother.
Closing her eyes, she savored the feeling of the breeze brushing past. The autumn wind was the most pleasant, and the bloodlust from the recent slaughter slowly began to rise.
Had she left the office earlier, she would surely have been relentlessly pursued by the Four Ghosts. In a panic, she might have chosen to enter one of the nearby rooms or at least tested to see if the door was locked.
“Girl, you’ve been away from the clan for many years, so you might not know. But your mother certainly does. You can ask her whether what I say is true or not. If you come looking to settle accounts with me later, I’ll accept it,” he said with a faint smile.
“If the true path lies not at the crossroads ahead, then does that mean we should consider heading toward the secret passage instead?” He Haikuo asked.
Wang Zhu, who had only ever passed one exam, had been on edge for so long that he was now holding in a long-desired bathroom break, afraid to leave his post.
Xing Xiaohao poured out a bit of Lan Feng’er’s blood and then added another liquid drop by drop. The transparent liquid enveloped the blood, and after a brief shake, it gradually dispersed.
“Does the sudden manifestation of the Source of Ten Thousand Poisons mean it wants to separate from the Ten Thousand Poisons Devouring Constitution and exist independently? What will happen afterward? Will it leave, or stay inside Feng’er’s body, forming a three-way battlefield?” Xing Xiaohao couldn’t explain clearly. If it came to that, could he really stop it?
“Maybe someone from a certain faction came to check things out. They probably saw we were here and left,” came another voice, tinged with a hint of weariness.
Then, after the Snow Region Celestial Lion tore through the void, Ye Xingchen and Ye Feng were taken to an extremely frigid place.
Although Deng Tao did not immediately seek Zhou You’s help, he truly believed this person was genuinely good.
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Lu Mingze paused, standing still for a moment, then suddenly moved off without looking back, fleeing on his own.
Although they had moved, Uncle Yang still frequently called Grandma to check on her, and during holidays, he would bring Yang Jingchuan to visit.
“Senior, when can I leave?” The figure in the lake asked anxiously as the illusory silhouette vanished.
That was a gift from his mother, Shen Xinya, to Zhao Xiaoxue—he had seen it with his own eyes. Could it be that her mother had been deceived?
Compared to the chaos outside, this place appeared incredibly tranquil, almost embodying the purity of a white lotus emerging unstained from the mud—a sanctuary amid the mortal world.
But Li Weidong believed that someone as clever as Song Yan would never leave no backup plan.
He was horrified to discover that the golden light enveloped the hundreds of souls he had unleashed, erasing them without a trace.
Countless immortals, summoned by the Supreme Immortal Sect Leader, gathered at the Biyou Palace to contend in magic and debate the Dao. Various sect leaders voluntarily appeared to teach the immortals of the world.
Meanwhile, Luo Qinghan swiftly “bang bang!” took down the sniper on stage who was about to fire.
The talisman paper crafted by the Bodhi Tree of Dragons could be made quite large, then folded using Daoist techniques without cutting, forming Dao artifacts.
From their eyes, An Ruo could clearly sense a continuing anger; no so-called distance was necessary here. When their gazes met, a scornful look immediately shot toward her.
Zhang Liang stared unwaveringly at everything before him and walked straight toward the ancient cauldron, as if nothing else existed but that cauldron.
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Together with Tang Wei, they ascended the stairs, only parting to return to their seats once inside the classroom.
He was a man with a somewhat sinister expression and sharply defined features—an appearance that left a deep impression at first glance.
Blood dripped from his palm, dropping bead by bead onto the floor. He seemed like a malfunctioning machine, repeatedly trying to jam the elevator door, disregarding all pain and fear.
Gently closing Ye Zifan’s office door, she still caught a glimpse of Ye Zifan’s usually aloof expression softening into an ingratiating one in the brief moment the door shut. Surprised, an inexplicable emotion stirred within her.
She had long since given up hope. She had believed she would never again see the one who once made her heart flutter in youth.
He also realized that he was unwilling to close the notebook and sully the creamy white pages before the ink had dried.
Earlier, when settling the bill, Huang Weiwei saw it clearly. The meal, including wine, totaled fifty-eight thousand yuan, which truly startled her.
Seeing that despite their bruises and swollen faces, the two still had the ability to move, with only minor external injuries and no serious harm.
They first went to the school dormitory to check on the new orphans. They found orderliness there, with no incidents, and the newcomers were well cared for.
While they spoke, Luo Xiaohu, seeing that his elder brother’s prolonged attack was unsuccessful and hearing the chattering nearby, felt a rising irritation. Upon seeing Qin Yiruo smiling gracefully nearby, a sudden surge of hostility welled up within him.