Volume One, Chapter 24: The Wounded Woman

At this moment, a chill like invisible ice crept up Li Xian’s spine. In the dead of winter, beads of cold sweat uncontrollably seeped from his forehead, tracing winding paths down his cheeks.

"I have money, I can give you money..." Li Xian stammered, his voice trembling as he made a tentative offer.

He felt as though the surrounding air had solidified, every inch of his skin stretched to the point of breaking. Who would have thought that such danger could be found within his own home?

Li Xian suddenly recalled that from the time he met the broker to the purchase of this residence, the man had been evasive about the house’s history. He had only mentioned that the reason the property was so cheap was tied to the incident at the Liu Estate...

These rumors, which had not yet spread, now seemed to grow wings. Starting from the Golden Cicada Caverns, they radiated outward, bit by bit, across the entire Eastern Profound Domain.

Yun Ya’er felt a vague thought take root. Watching the backs of Murong Ting and Murong Ting, she felt lost for the first time.

"Tell me, 9527, do you think I should shave off my beard?" Geng Haoshi asked, stroking his stubble as if it were a precious treasure.

Mustering his courage, Geng Haoshi used his thumb and forefinger to pick up the envelope that Emperor Zhu had dropped on the ground.

He shook his head helplessly and shoved his suitcase into the closet, his extreme cleanliness making him frown in displeasure.

The tactic worked. In a blink, he steadied his mind, discerning the figure of Red Thread and tracking the path of her sword.

In this regard, Jin Yuyan had truly put in a great deal of effort. After all, with over a thousand martial artists at the Creation Realm and only two days to work with, he could not have them fight one by one to filter out the strongest. Two days of exhausting work, however, had at least yielded a satisfactory preliminary result.

Yun Ya’er shuddered, abandoning all pretense of composure, and turned to see Zhi Yue entering; she was the one who had pushed the door open.

Bouncing a few times on the soft bed, Jiu’er sniffled and pulled a snowy white cool quilt over herself.

Just as Red Thread was still immersed in the previous scene, she suddenly noticed that Bukong’s techniques had become strange, and he was muttering something under his breath. In an instant, Bukong’s figure split into two, then four, then eight, surrounding the mad monk in a chaotic fray.

Mo Ye knew that while the two locations were still far apart, visually, it felt as though that black line was about to descend.

The entire Night Yama Explorer Team sat gathered around the round table. The dinner had been simple, but the late-night snack was not to be overlooked—fruits, pastries, fruit juice—the table was overflowing with everything.

Mo Ye had been in such a rush to return to Burgess to save the situation that she hadn't given it much thought, but now, upon reflection, such an action seemed abrupt—yet it was certainly something Sean would do.

Florentino was not the least bit angry, and his tone remained low, just like a casual conversation. It made Su Yun feel at ease. In terms of charisma, Florentino was indeed exceptional.

Gu Xiaoxiao covered her eyes with her hand. When she opened them again, the great tree that had been standing against the wind and rain had collapsed, and the Sword of the War God was hidden beneath its branches and leaves.

Though He Jingting was familiar with the Princess’s Mansion, Ye Lun was not there, and he had no desire to stay long. After giving Shen Youfu a few words of caution about her safety, he shook his head and took his leave.

On the other side, seeing Duanmu Qing acting with a desperate intensity, Feng Qiang, who usually wore an honest expression, had his own face tighten slightly. A dense, red fire began to flare from his body.

Yan Xu was like a sponge, incessantly chasing after and absorbing every cloud of law, frantically refining the power of the laws.

Regarding Su Yun’s salary and bonuses, Sunderland simply could not compare to Chelsea.

Even though everyone knew that Qian Yang’s canonical partner was Fen Hua Fu Liu, the leader of the [Thousand Charms] guild, so what? Even married couples could get a divorce.

As long as those invaders left the perimeter, they would truly be in no danger at all.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Liang Fei kept launching attacks at Lu Shuangyang, but all of them were dodged, leaving Liang Fei panting with exhaustion.

"If you hadn't shielded him back then, perhaps what happened later wouldn't have occurred..." Gu Dun muttered with a hint of grievance.

The method Qi Yu spoke of involved covering the body with a layer of Taiyin Gang Qi. These snakes usually sensed prey via heat; by doing this, he was essentially invisible to them. The implication was that Zong Bailu was holding them back.

By now, Qin Junxi had almost guessed it: they were not in the real world of *Ghost Blows Out the Light*, but likely inside the world of a movie.

However, the complacent Qiluo Te failed to notice the pounce of another Yao Beast. The beast caught him off guard and knocked him to the ground. The laser cannon, still outputting energy, lost control, and the destructive heat sprayed wildly, gouging a deep, long trench into the mountain wall of the cave.

Alice had only walked a few steps out of the cave entrance when she turned back, thinking that if she just left like this, Lu Yu would surely worry about her. She decided to leave him a note.

Delora still remained expressionless, and the words she spoke seemed to exceed her own expectations.

Liang Xiao had actually adopted such an approach; that was why, when he met Young Master Wang and the others at that dilapidated tavern that evening, he had already spoken of such loneliness, which was why no one was surprised.

"The treasure of the Wind Yao God Capola has finally returned to its place." It was a man’s voice, deep and clear.

After Sun Nanbei finished speaking, he left the ward. Song Jiayin came over, sat down in front of me, and asked if I felt a bit better.

Lu Zhenhua had only temporarily detained him; did that suggest he was still waiting for further judgment before deciding how to deal with Fu Lingyuan?

"It’s okay, we can call the police." Fu Lingyuan pulled her back, reaching out to pick up his phone that had been confiscated by Zhang Cheng earlier.

Moreover, Yixiao was extremely handsome. The Seven Saints were fair; regardless of the era, those with monstrous talent usually didn’t look like much, but he possessed both, earning him the reputation that "a single glance at Yixiao ruins one for life."

Looking at Kang, who had brought me a suit, a shirt, a tracksuit, and two pairs of shoes, I saw that the tags were all brand new.

The reason I hadn't raised this question to Ye Qingfeng back then was because he possessed the Purple Spirit Fire. Even among terrestrial fires, this was an excellent flame, and it held a promising future for Ye Qingfeng in areas like artifact refining.

The terrifying thing was the sudden collapse after a winning streak. It is usually very difficult for someone to adjust after experiencing a major setback following a period of smooth sailing.

I hurriedly put on my clothes and got out of bed to chase her, but when I ran out of the villa, I saw that she had already run a hundred meters away, crying.

After dozens of seconds of slaughtering, he still couldn't break through the defensive line, mainly because he feared being stained by the beasts' blood, which would ruin his image—after all, he was representing the Shangguan family today.

At this moment, she thought of the phase-shifting ability Maci possessed and intended to use it for an exchange. But she couldn't exchange Xisi, as that would send Maci to Longzhijie, which would be meaningless. The only option was for Maci to exchange places with Longzhijie, so that both Xisi and Maci could survive.