Chapter 33: It’s You
“This poison is truly formidable, and it’s been festering inside you for many years, spawning more of its kind. I can only suppress it for now; we’ll need to find the brood mother to remove it completely. You must continue refining your Dragon-Serpent Beauty technique—it’s akin to nurturing the poison. Try to keep your marital relations frequent.”
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“I won’t stand on ceremony, then. From now on, whatever company Yuanyuan starts, I’ll be there to help,” Zhang Hongmei said joyfully.
Sometimes, all one wishes for is to bask in the warmth of a fire, enjoy a meal, and spend the day chatting with friends in idle comfort.
On the ground, in front of every shop stood a transparent fish tank, each teeming with gleaming fish and creatures from the depths.
Since the Fire Camel unleashed its “Blazing Splash” on the spiny worm Hanako Maeda had rented—only to have the move effortlessly countered by a “water play” technique—it had remained eerily quiet.
This led to a misunderstanding: Hanako Xu assumed that with Ma Jin’s wealth, there was no painting in the world he could not acquire and present to the emperor.
Fortunately, what set the minds of the Four Generals at ease was that Yan Yi did not linger in idle banter with Lu Guang, but instead began inquiring about the particulars of the hot air balloon.
Charlemagne’s words seemed to strike a nerve in Vizax; the last thread of reason in his mind snapped, and he abandoned all defense, launching a frenzied assault on Charlemagne.
A protruding horn tore through Charlotte’s skin; blood seeped onto the metal shard and was swiftly absorbed.
Chu Nanming had a vague suspicion, but as for the reason, that would have to wait until he could see Great-Grandfather.
The mages, swaying dizzily, could no longer maintain the portal. Under the guidance of more experienced seniors, they hastily lowered themselves to avoid being toppled and injured by the quake.
A stream of iridescent light flashed across the border between the immortal and the divine, and before the border guards could react, it shot straight through the barrier between the two realms and vanished in the blink of an eye.
As Tang Fenfen began to feel uneasy, the man spoke again: “Excuse me, is the person in this photograph you?”
“All right. I’ve crafted your face exactly as you described. Here, have a look,” Hua Qianruo kindly handed Su Yajun a mirror.
Elsewhere, Murong Shan’an spent another sleepless night. With a weary sigh, he prepared to send his men to search likely locations when his phone vibrated softly—a new message had arrived.
The latter simply shrugged, giving him a helpless look, then gazed dotingly at the chattering beauty, his expression full of delight.
A shrill bird cry, a tiger’s tragic roar, the crisp snap of tearing silk—all sounded nearly at once. Sword energy struck the two figures squarely, a green glow flashing as blood spattered, a few feathers and a long hoof drifting down from high above, falling into the South Sea with a splash.
The young man gazed at the towering, monstrous figure before him—human-faced, long-armed, black and hairy. With one glance, he recognized it immediately.
Having just felt wronged by his father, all the grievances and sorrows he’d been holding back surged up in a single overwhelming rush.
“Father, I didn’t just come to meet our guests this time—I have something else to say, though I’m not sure if I should.” A cunning glint flashed in Mu Qingbi’s eyes.
Bai Qi glanced around, noting that most of the items displayed here were of little value, clearly meant for ordinary clientele.
Hao Yan, clad in a red robe and brimming with arrogance, was leading a dozen men toward the entrance when he suddenly froze. Not just him—the Hao family disciples behind him were all startled as well.
“The treasure is in hand, but the place is too hot—time to run!” With a flicker of the Instant Step technique, he appeared at the entrance passage, heedless of all else, dashing forward as the fierce wind surged behind him.