Chapter 33

After Qingche departed completely, the original location plunged into darkness, and the surroundings fell into a deathly silence. It was precisely at this moment that something seemed to be surging within the darkness—soundless, yet showing no signs of stopping.

The first impression this person gave him was an intense chill, the kind that seeped deep into the bones. Enveloped in white mist, the figure possessed an aura that felt utterly unreachable. Li Si glanced at him, his wariness rising sharply.

He began to roast the chicken again, thankful that his storage bag had a preservation function; otherwise, the game he had hunted in advance would have spoiled long ago. Although Li Si had already reached the stage of inedia, he still occasionally ate to satisfy his cravings.

Kai Haote noticed Mu Zhen's gaze, turned to look at her, and even offered her a smile.

Since the spacecraft wreckage was still functioning, he could not simply destroy it to enter. He began to circle the debris, attempting to find an entrance.

"Son, I don't mind you playing tricks on a workday, but if you do it again, you must know your limits. Do you know how important the cooperation with the Yuan family is?" The middle-aged man stared at his son with hatred in his eyes.

"She seems very abnormal; sometimes she is normal, and sometimes she is very angry. What is wrong?" Lin said. "Am I wrong? Looking at you being so cold. It is best to call you 'Cold'. Besides, if you don't allow me to call you by other names, I don't know what to call you."

He became a bit annoyed now; why was this never-ending? He glanced at the words "Unknown Number" on the screen and answered the call once more.

Of course, Qin Tianci recognized him at a glance; this man was none other than Shangxi Dongzan. He had actually come to lead the army in person.

Lu Yu was slightly stunned to hear Xing Meng's words. Recalling the events since he met her, it was true—no matter how dangerous things were, Xing Meng had never been afraid.

The car could not move. Bu Xu, bored and restless, looked around and suddenly spotted a familiar white sedan. He had followed this car many times, so his memory of it was quite vivid.

He was old now, yet she remained exactly as she had been back then. Half of his life had already passed, while she still had an endless span of time ahead. Even if he saw her, what would it matter? What did he have left to love her, to cherish her?

She only wanted to see the scars, but saying it out loud was a bit embarrassing, so she changed her story, claiming she was applying medicine, even though she had no medicine in her hands.

"Your Highness, ahead is the carriage of Princess Xiao, and she is arguing with an old man." At this moment, Lin Hu's voice came from outside the carriage. Su Jin was startled; seeing Rong Yun stop, she immediately pulled away from his embrace and sat to the side.

He had come to celebrate Yu Ting's birthday, and after they both drank quite a bit, Yu Ting confessed her feelings. She even kissed him, but he had clearly pushed her away.

At this moment, they were all kneeling in disarray, prostrate and afraid to lift their heads, their eyes darting around as they pondered how to survive.

Beneath Cui Hua's flower-decked carriage, no fewer than a hundred people were kneeling, yet their hearts were still pounding wildly, and a pair of beautiful eyes were fixed straight upon him.

He took off the clothes made of solidified night, one piece at a time, and tossed them near her claws, whether intentionally or not.

The old madam held her prayer beads in one hand, turning them one by one. Her demeanor was kind, but her words were very stern.

To drag down various countries, sabotage the Chinese drug research project, and obtain the secret formula—this was the ultimate victory.

If Hui Yi were here, he would certainly shake his head and cover his forehead. The Venerable Lord was sensitive about this matter, and to specifically mention his fainting was to question the Venerable Lord's strength.

Xu Nuoyan was certain that her best friend had experienced a prophetic dream and was not just delirious from a fever. Since she had given up the chance to gain exposure during the auditions, she would not let this perfect opportunity to have a thorough talk with her friend slip by.

Experimenters came and went, busy as could be. The first thing Meiqi saw upon entering was a massive circular glass vessel suspended in the very center of the base.

"It was only because Hui Yi was a bit slow; by the time I arrived, I actually allowed those scums to touch you." Yan Guang's voice carried an irrepressible murderous intent.

In less than half a minute, a group of three or four doctors and nurses in white coats had already arrived in the hospital room.

Indeed, there was no real necessity. Although SS-rank missions were not as difficult as SSS-rank ones, anyone capable of completing them would have no use for these transitional pieces of equipment; naturally, it was unnecessary.

This was the result of social development: architecture became an academic discipline, while witchcraft slowly faded, existing only in a very few regions.

I gently placed Liu Xuerong on the bed. Just as I was about to withdraw my hands, she grabbed them tightly. I did not resist further, letting Liu Xuerong hold my hands fast.

Back at the Zhao family home, the various seasoning aromas overflowing from the kitchen completely overwhelmed Zhao Baoxuan's sense of smell.

Li Shaofan nodded; it seemed there shouldn't be any existence more powerful than a Thunder Beast. After all, heavenly lightning was meant to strike down any living creature.

For half a year—a full half year—Li Shaofan sat there motionless, like a monk in meditation.

"Then let us bet on three strikes... If I can make you, Senior, take a single step back within these three strikes, then I win. Conversely, if I fail, I lose. How about that?" Liang Yu said with a smile.

Otherwise, his consciousness would likely be a fragmented mess, unable to engage in complex philosophical reasoning. It would be just like when they first met: nothing but shouting and killing, with the direct, brutal intent to imprison and torture him.