Chapter 29: The Little Adversary of the Night, Zhu Zhushuang

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Ye You, having been cast out the door, remained unconscious. He felt a vague sense that the dreamlike, beautiful face he had just seen did not entirely resemble a magnified version of Jiang Beibei.

Whoosh.

A cold gust of wind blew by, making him shiver. Under the influence of this chill, the imagined visage instantly took on a colder, harsher edge. Looking closer, the girl had somehow changed into a black bodysuit, leaving the beauty of her form fully exposed.

Qing You, mulling over Yang Yunxi’s intentions, sensed that she had no desire to let Aunt Jing go, and breathed a slight sigh of relief before rising.

The man’s arm was severed at the elbow, and the stump had been hollowed out to accommodate a prosthetic. It was a raw, ugly sight that stirred a sense of deep pain in the onlooker.

Had he withdrawn his defenses entirely, or was he hiding somewhere, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Su Junyan?

These words were like a dagger to the heart for Madam Wu. She gripped her handkerchief tightly, her mind churning with venomous curses.

Then, they all knelt on their front knees in unison, as if paying homage to a king, and let out low growls toward Xiao Lingfeng, who was walking slowly to meet them.

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As soon as White Impermanence finished speaking, he unleashed his supernatural powers, pointing his hand—fingers locked in a mudra—at the figures below, which immediately sparked a chorus of screams.

A moment later, when Yang Yunxi returned, she saw that Princess Zhaoping’s eyes were red, though there were no tears—perhaps she had held them back, or perhaps she had wiped them away in secret.

Su Youji finally finished clearing all the dishes from the six plates. Just as she was about to let go of Ji Yun, she seemed to remember something and looked at him with a pitiful expression. Although Ji Yun could not see her clearly, the tone of her voice made it obvious that the woman was feigning vulnerability.

Although most people in this era were devout believers in spirits and gods, how many had truly seen them and known of their existence?

However, for the most part, unless the disciples, masters, or sect leaders within the sect had urgent matters, they would usually come to the Sect Leader’s Hall to pay their respects.

Yet, Li Xiang could basically infer that there was likely someone even more powerful than Imperial Consort Li pulling the strings behind all of this.

With the air of someone who alone remained sober in a drunken world, he left this cryptic remark and strode away.

The white wine shifted instantly from Bai Jingjiu’s body to the body of the sticky rice ball lingering on the roof of the art gallery.

"Vampires biting people—Ayumi knows about that too," Yoshida Ayumi said, her voice filled with excitement rather than fear.

On the bed, the courtesan Ming Yue’s face shifted in an instant—now pure, now seductive, now icy—each visage a stunning beauty, soul-stealing and captivating.

But they did not know that in their world, one year equaled the end of the story arc. This process would take at least twenty-five years.

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Seeing this, Mu Ming pondered for a moment, then pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket. With a look of distinct distaste, he used the tissue to pinch the bank card, then casually slipped the still-warm card into his pocket.

Afterward, Feng Chu called the Metropolitan Police Department, and based on the clues from Conan’s tracking glasses, had the police set up a checkpoint on the road from Shengmao Street to Saitama Prefecture.

Because he hadn't been able to stop his advancement, he ended up with the short, stunted stature of a child. One has to wonder what kind of desperate state of mind leads one to become a "Tianshan Tonglao" before ascending, or a "Nezha" in a red bellyband after becoming an immortal.

He truly did not want to go see Ye Xi, so he followed his heart and did not force himself to go up and greet her.

Back in S City, Lu Yanshi had to rush back into the city. Seeing the exhaustion on his face and knowing he had been very busy lately, Wu Zhizhi said, "Eat on time and get some rest," before stepping out of the car and into another that Lu Yanshi had arranged for her.

Once Lu Yanshi went down to cook, she poked her head out from under the quilt, her face flushed, radiant and beautiful.

The next second, the "Calamity" of genes, tightly bound by Alaya, began to fluctuate. The entire underground cavern seemed to writhe with a mad, organic intensity, and a pulse of soul-chilling energy radiated from within.