Chapter 22

She listened absentmindedly as Gu Wanrong spoke to herself, and after staying a while at the troupe, she finally left. Charming, she was not; Chu Yue always felt that this Allen was a bit strange, unlike an ordinary person—or rather, he did not quite seem human.

After the door was closed and locked from the inside, no matter how much he tried, he could no longer enter.

“I must stop my junior disciple from seeking the Qilin. A sword is no child’s play; I cannot let him go,” the whirlwind shook off Yaer’s grasp.

“Boss Ji, the investigation is complete. That medicine is Chlorpheniramine Maleate tablets, a common antihistamine,” Wei Yan reported the findings.

Lin Yinyin was about to say something when the hospital room door was pushed open, and she immediately felt a chill sweep in.

Saki’s Demon King’s Hand was also at work, simultaneously casting healing spells on the wounded soldiers, allowing many skeletal and orc warriors who were injured but not fatally to recover quickly and rejoin the battle.

The main reason was that Chen Feng had arrived in a hurry, still wearing his police uniform, so they assumed a parent had called the police.

He dashed out with the kind of “acceleration” akin to a satellite escaping Earth’s gravity, completely forgetting the usual courtesy of softly closing the door behind him.

Today, she wore a tight, form-fitting dress, with only a short fox fur coat over it; as she climbed up, her perfectly rounded hips were strikingly prominent.

Lin Haoqiang nodded slightly; Pan Lingling’s problem was her lack of foundational strength and speed.

After speaking these last words, a sudden thunderbolt struck him, but since he had no physical body, only his soul was severely injured, with several cracks appearing as if a delicate porcelain had been shattered.

“As expected, it does not differ much from what I understood,” He Chongxiao and He Jieyou both nodded faintly. Zhang Wendao’s death was deeply regretted, but it was his own choice, and they could only respect it.

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It is hard to describe this feeling in words, like the loneliness of being on the brink of death yet not knowing what to do; even fear could not dispel this solitude gnawing at his heart, which instead made him long for peaceful sleep.

She remembered clearly—he had a beautiful coat of black scales, and his ice-blue pupils held the stars and seas, an image forever etched in her mind.

One skill after another rained down—lightning, flames, sword qi—dancing wildly, while the heavy rain continued without pause.

Liu Shiqi waited for Mo Yinxing’s return, intending to ask how much longer he planned to stay in the Demon’s Den, only to hear him say he was returning to the Demon Realm.

“Your old man should be about the same age as my father! My father looks ten years younger—so can his! I refuse to believe he isn’t tempted!” Lin Haoqiang said confidently.

Li Ziran paid no attention to the words around him, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the sword formation. He knew very well—if someone dared to speak, it meant they could accomplish it.

“How is this secret money? It’s just temporarily with me!” Lin Haoqiang said with a guilty smile.

After all, her athletic performance was truly mediocre, barely scraping past the passing line.

The appearance of the Aether on Babylon Star resembled many fantasy tales she had heard, yet the difference was equally vast.

However, Tang Tianlin’s Tai Chi was somewhat different from that of ordinary people. To everyone else, Tai Chi looked gentle and weak, but from Tang Tianlin’s perspective, it radiated a fierce energy, giving an overwhelming sense of invincibility.

The man standing before the coffin was Sui Xieyang, the eldest disciple of the late master Ouyang Xin, and the most trusted by him.

“That still needs trimming. A shaved look always looks better. Go!” Luna dismissed her outright, not giving her a chance to argue.

The family of three played until around three in the afternoon, when the sun was beginning to fade. Today’s weather was cloudy, with little sunlight; by three o’clock, a chill had started to set in.

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“Warm has recently started school…” Qin Xiao recounted everything about Qin Nuan’s school life.

Luo Huan planned to learn about this world, spending much time here to explore the limits of the ecosystem on Babylon Star.

“Teacher Tang,” upon seeing Tang Tianlin appear, Jiren hurried over, a trace of urgency on his face.

Siggs believed that even if his mind faltered, the Five-Colored Dragon Mother’s decisions could never be wrong.

Mysterious spiritual energy gradually gathered in her palm as she contemplated whether she and Si Feng Beiling could escape if the beast suddenly attacked.

According to the records of the Illusion Continent, an illusionist at level ten and a swordsman at level twelve, upon reaching these peaks, possess boundless power, not only blessed with immortality and the ability to fly but also commanding the invincible strength ruling the world.

Just after flying from the mountain path onto the ridge, a fierce white light suddenly struck her chest. Yu Weiyan felt a dull pain, then blacked out swiftly, losing consciousness.

Tie Quan and Tie Zhan looked disdainful, knowing well that the good stuff never lacked around Shangguan Fei, so they had no interest in a level three phantom beast.

Yu Weiyan raised her brow, following the sound to find herself inside a stone chamber, its walls faintly illuminated by flickering lights.