49 Kiss

Shangguan Jie let out a miserable scream and dropped to one knee, the excruciating pain from his leg twisting his face into a grimace.

Holy cow! Shen Xinying's words gave Lin Fan a profound shock. She could actually sense that? He couldn't help but lower his head in stealthy inspection, only to find that everything was completely normal.

The gourd's giggling broke the calm. Like a child innocent of worldly matters, it bounced up and down while emitting a light, continuous chuckle.

"What on earth are you doing? Are you seriously planning to take up permanent residence here?" Ling Chen asked, looking at Li Shaoyu in speechless exasperation.

As for Wu Zhengjun, Lu Yuan, the Scarlet Despair Beast, and the Arm-Ape, intense killing intent instantly erupted from their bodies, assuming a posture ready to avenge their grievances at a moment's notice.

After carefully examining the medicinal pill, the three top-tier appraisers unanimously concluded that it had definitely reached the eighth rank, specifically the peak eighth-rank standard, with effects that could truly be described as defying the heavens.

Although the Pagoda Spirit's negligence had prevented it from offering timely assistance, the Calamity-Destiny Spirit Mouse—which possessed the ability to manipulate the destiny of all living beings and had likewise advanced its cultivation to the Supreme Realm—had already sensed the infiltration of the sea beasts in advance.

Zhongli Qingyang's ruthless threat made Zhongli Shuiqin's face instantly turn as pale as paper, her body trembling uncontrollably because she knew her father was a man of his word.

Tang Hai's disappearance did not attract anyone's attention. In fact, the others were secretly rejoicing upon seeing it, glad to have one less trouble-maker around to stir up complications.

"Did you run over early in the morning just to freeload a meal?" Lin Feng tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk, casting a disapproving glare at Gou Hao as he spoke.

Just as the morning court session concluded and the officials were dispersing to return to their homes, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly called out to stay Liu Bowen.

Lost in thought, a wave of bitter jealousy pierced Yunyi's heart with sorrow. Although he had never met Xuanyue, he had acquired Yunwu's memories through soul-capturing arts. Yunyi knew all too well that deep down, the person Yunwu truly loved was no longer him, but someone named Xuanyue.

The robust man's body trembled slightly, yet he remained silent. It seemed the identities of the two newcomers far surpassed that of this short, stout fellow.

At that moment, the egg was cradled in Luan Qingqing's arms. Suddenly snapping awake and feeling herself held in Luan Qingqing's embrace, the entity let out a startled cry.

Simply attempting to divine Xiaojian's future had directly shortened Immortal Lord Yuanfeng's life by several centuries. Originally, Immortal Lord Yuanfeng still had hundreds of years left to live, but after peering into Xiaojian's destiny, he passed away in less than ten years.

Although, because of Bo Junyan, he had not truly resorted to ruthless methods to deal with Mu Huan, yet in both of their confrontations, he had clearly held the upper hand and possessed such evidence against her, only for the tables to turn and Mu Huan to come out on top in the end.

The Waters of Forgetfulness left no possibility of recalling past events, yet if the object of that affection were Yanshan Ting, the Emperor remained somewhat uncertain in his heart.

Before them lay a utopia. At the summit of a cliff, several ancient pine trees grew in a spiraling sprawl, surrounded by verdant vines and foliage that cascaded down the rock face into the valley below. Inside the valley, vibrant flowers bloomed while butterflies fluttered gracefully.

Mu Huan must have lost her mind; she was currently hypersensitive to the word "obedient." Therefore, the moment he finished saying "be a good girl," she could not help but roll her eyes at him.

Yao Ji's eyes were slightly red, roiling with deep, dark madness. Those memories filled her heart with anguish and ignited a burning hatred for Yan Jiu.

Having just regained consciousness, Leng Yuexin looked at Lin Xin with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, yet upon seeing the City Lord, she inevitably grew vigilant.

When Nangong saw the City Lord, he also smiled; this City Lord was the very same person who had negotiated with his master all those years ago.

Witnessing the aura of decline yet arrogant demeanor, completely paying no heed to so many Dao-Realm Immortal Kings, everyone assumed that under such desperate oppression, no matter how monstrous Gu Yifeng was, he must have gone mad. Only a lunatic could behave with such reckless frenzy.

"Brothers, look! Those puppets are on fire!" someone cried out, covering their nose and pointing at the puppets.

Naturally, as their leader, I certainly wouldn't do such a thing. I just chat and shoot the breeze with a few old codgers.

In an instant, everyone sat dazed on the living room sofa with sleep-heavy eyes, as if life had lost all its dreams.

Abruptly, Yetian slumped over the desk once more, his entire body going limp as he drifted into a daze. Just a moment ago he had been enthusiastically tidying up, but who would have thought that his energy would vanish in the blink of an eye? Now he knew nothing except to slump over the desk in a stupor, as if... he had truly deflated, even throwing a tantrum at himself.

Presently, they were located in the primary administrative zone of the Underworld—the Ghost Capital. King Yama resided right here. With those words, Xie Lian led Yang Ling to a grand red door. Along the roadside, one could spot paper-crafted automobiles and ghosts walking to and fro, some even dressed in Western suits.

Seeing this, Chen Wangyi and the nine others transformed their figures into streaks of light, retreating rapidly into the distance. It wasn't that they didn't want to help Gu Yifeng, but the destructive primordial poisonous miasma of the dragon was simply too terrifying. Even if the defense condensed by the immortal array could hold for a moment, once engaged in combat, it would likely collapse in less than a quarter of an hour.

The arcane arts of the Azure Mystic Continent possessed a profoundness where the single character for "mystery" represented not only the abstruse and obscure nature of its inner realms, but also implied that the underlying truths and artistic conceptions it embodied were wondrously changeable, allowing one to comprehend insights that were profound beyond measure.