Chapter Thirty-Four: A Saintess Appears in the Priest Temple Only Once Every Six Thousand Years—It's Only Natural That She Should Be Cherished!
Pain flooded Bai Nianxuan’s heart, and she could feel the agony as her body was torn and bitten. The pain that gnawed at her bones drained the color from her delicate face. Completely surrounded by skeletons, she sensed their chilling aura. Bai Nianxuan bit her lip, refusing to utter a sound. She felt herself pulled and bitten from all sides, the torment overwhelming her mind. Pain… Such unbearable pain!
A radiant light burst forth from Bai Nianxuan’s body.
The golden dragon gazed into her eyes and could not help but smile with relaxed brows. “You’ve slept quite peacefully these past two weeks.” The tension that had lingered between her brows vanished, her earlier worries evaporating like mist.
“Ling Feng, if I recall correctly, the Domain Battle Token was given to you by me, wasn’t it?” Xiao Chuqian sneered at Ling Feng, uncertain whether his heart harbored guilt or he simply feared Ling Feng. He hovered above the ground, not high enough to avoid casting an oddly deferential glance upward, making the scene all the more uncanny.
“Hmph! You’re nothing but a so-called Evil Emperor, an empty title. Why should I be afraid of you?” An Yi snorted in contempt.
The group of men in black shouted at the top of their lungs, desperately trying to drive away the terror weighing upon them. One after another, they charged toward Lu Shaojie.
“No, this is impossible!” The Lord God stared fixedly at Ling Feng, muttering incoherently. He could not fathom how the Divine Realm could produce two Lord Gods, especially since Ling Feng was nothing more than a wisp of divine intent he himself had once split off.
This immense virtual space ring fascinated Wu Song, but he knew when to prioritize. After kissing the ring twice, Wu Song sorted through the blueprints Wu Linghe had left him. The more he examined them, the more alarmed he became.
Lingxi wore a perfectly poised smile, but within, she was longing to devour flesh.
“I’m twenty-three this year,” Wu Song thought for a moment before revealing his age. After twenty-two years in the Global Village, he had indeed reached twenty-three.
Xiangxiang glanced at him and ignored him—unless he mocked or belittled her with every word, he never felt satisfied.
“Devourer Pearl! You’re a Devourer Pearl!” The eccentric old man’s gaze deepened, as if recalling distant memories.
“I’ll try,” Biqing said, taking a bite and immediately spitting it out. Seeing the meat still raw and blood oozing, she felt disgusted.
Quickly stuffing the papers into a drawer, Zhuo Lefeng walked over and opened the door. Outside stood Zhong Kaixin. He was about to greet her when an itch in his nose prompted a heavy sneeze.
Days passed, and with just a week until the New Year, Zhang Bei knew it was time to return to West Wind. He hurried to the kitchen to help his mother serve the stewed pork ribs and beans, then went to scoop rice.
Mo Fan nodded and put away his stick, thinking, “I’ll have to find a time to throw this away, so it doesn’t waste storage space.”
Yet there was something troubling: for someone like Zhang Bei, it was inevitable that he would have many confidantes in the future.
He took out his exclusive Monster-X battleship and, blending into the army of explorers, slowly flew toward Skeleton Valley.
That’s it! Mo Fan’s eyes brightened. If he wanted to raise his profile and boost his screen presence, wasn’t this the way?
Hearing the voice, Ma Tiesheng immediately knew Zhuo Lefeng had arrived. Only then did he feel somewhat relieved, knowing Zhuo Lefeng would not take his life.
I saw everyone on the third floor glaring angrily; if looks could kill, I’d have died countless times.
Having once been a superstar whose entrance drew screams from thousands, Su Li remained unfazed by the situation.
At that moment, Mu Wanchun didn’t wish to rely on Deputy Mayor Zhao’s power. After all, she was pursuing a personal grudge, and she didn’t want her own affairs to implicate Deputy Mayor Zhao, given the responsibilities and considerations his position demanded.