Lord Xiao Makes His Darling Cry (26)

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Yan Jiu was holding the girl in his arms, coaxing her to call him “husband,” when the door was suddenly pounded upon and Yan Feng burst in.

With her cheeks flushed crimson, Hua Mi lay against Yan Jiu’s shoulder and turned back curiously to look at the intruder.

Yan Feng looked rather disheveled as he glared furiously at Yan Jiu.

“Yan Jiu, you truly stop at nothing!”

Yan Jiu looked somewhat impatient. One hand clasped Hua Mi around the waist, and his gaze was icy.

“Compared with you people, I’m still far from it.”

Su Bufan rose, took the paper, and burned it without even looking at it. A tiny flame sprang up at his fingertip.

Zongheng had been carrying him on his back for several hours. When he glanced back, he discovered that the beasts racing behind them seemed endless. He had already fallen into an ocean of beasts, with neither their beginning visible ahead nor their end behind.

“Sū Haoran, what’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me you’ve gone mad?” There had never seemed to be many pleasant words in Ji Xuanzhen’s mouth.

At the same time, Su Ye noticed that the gazes of the desert people beside him had become feverishly intense. Their expressions were so overexcited that they had taken on an almost uncontrollably ferocious cast.

Hundreds and thousands of Great Yu City NPCs had gathered, every pair of eyes fixed on the scene before them.

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He concealed himself in the jungle and peered through the gaps in the foliage. At the entrance to the Eagle King Hall stood two cultivator guards, both at the three-star realm.

I shouted several times from inside, but there was not the slightest sound from outside. The white, hairless monster seemed to have gone far away.

Yan Chi set down the things he had brought, pulled off his veil, and came to Wei Buquan’s side. His expression was tense and solemn as he studied Wei Buquan, seemingly trying to confirm something.

Only after a long while did the seven-colored radiance gradually weaken and finally dissipate. When it vanished, everyone looked ahead and saw that where the seven-colored spear had collided with the Gate of All Beings, only the latter remained—a wrinkled gate with its light dimmed.

It was now midnight. The rain had stopped, but this was a vast mountain valley, and the slightest misstep could send someone plunging below to a shattered death.

“No need. I have money of my own.” Jiang Xun said this against his conscience, then went upstairs on his own.

Nangong Yao extended a hand toward Li Lang. Li Lang hurriedly presented the gift he had prepared long ago—the one his boss had specially chosen for the young madam.

“Er...” Jiang Xun was left speechless. In the illusion, Ji Yi really had been a scoundrel: first tormenting Gao Qianxue, then turning around and tormenting her as well.

Then Luo Cheng did not hide anything from the others. Right before their eyes, he began removing the odor from the piece of mutton.

Seeing the ghastly faces Zhou Yue and Lei Ming exchanged with one another, Huo Yiduo suddenly seemed to understand something.

Those monsters looked as though someone had sketched them by hand. They were formed entirely from lines, yet even so, they inflicted an extremely powerful shock upon Chen Feifan’s mind.

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On the way to the parking lot, Mo Fei made up her mind. She would recommend her radio program to Tang Mingxuan. He had said that listening to her tell stories could lull him to sleep; perhaps it would work for Tang Mingxuan as well?

As Long Chaoyang understood it, he did not like playing basketball with ordinary people. He simply liked playing basketball with people taller than himself.

Lin Xi greeted Du Heng before hurrying away. The thoughts that had just crossed her mind had made her too embarrassed to face anyone—especially Du Heng.

Wula and Beizhen were both Tatar nations of the northern lands, and each bordered the Great Yin Empire.

Those words had struck directly at Zi Ying’s heart. Though a clever person like Tan Zishao ought to have lain low and reflected on his actions, who could say for certain what might happen?

Two large characters appeared once more on the tree trunk, still followed by an exclamation mark. Zhan An’s heart sank at the sight. He collapsed directly onto the ground, let out a scream, and went still.

After learning that Locke had already managed to make a preliminary construction of a totem in such a short time, he studied him for three days and three nights. Unfortunately, he discovered nothing in the end and could only sigh, “Geniuses truly are different.”

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