Chapter 35: Looks Can Be Deceiving

This woman had short hair, cropped close, her face smeared with that special greasepaint—if you saw me now, you’d hardly recognize me. She wore camouflaged ultra-short boxers, a sporty camo jacket on top, and specially made boots on her feet. The outfit verged on comical. Most notably, she held in her hand a patrol-issued gun.

Wait... Perhaps I truly won’t stop to do anything for anyone. Outwardly, I may do even more, but it’s all surface. Behind Withered Wood, three elders exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with mockery as they looked at Lü Shan and his companions. Though Lü Shan and the others noticed the ridicule in their expressions, they merely exchanged looks among themselves, saying nothing.

Ye Jian never expected that his usually quiet brother at home would be so formidable, his face filled with disbelief. Indeed, at this moment, the Savior seemed merely to be delaying Abhi’s glimpse of hell, not preventing it. Why “seemed”? Because on Extinction, there was no concept of time—so truly, there was no question of delaying.

Seeing Liu Zhe suddenly attack, Master Yan was startled, quickly moved in front of Dong Yong, turned his palm into a blade, and struck at Liu Zhe’s incoming fist.

“Brother Chu, you must help me,” Doctor Zhong pleaded with righteous urgency, certain that Chu Nan would not only help him, but could help him.

Whenever someone offended the He brothers, plenty of students would rush forth to clear obstacles for them. In turn, those people could justifiably ask the He brothers to craft medicine and weapons for them.

Wang Yuanping wanted to decline, but seeing Wu Mingde’s attitude, knowing he disliked refusal, he could only say “thank you” and put it away.

Greatness is extreme self-control; shame is born from one’s inability to control oneself.

“All of you, meeting after meeting—what’s the point!” Song Ci, usually famed for elegance, couldn’t help but utter a vulgar remark.

Lin Ye had already witnessed his own drinking capacity and dared not touch a drop; throughout, Wang Feifei and Er Gou clinked glasses alone.

On the bamboo bed, Ziyin’s silver hair cascaded like a waterfall over the pillow. Her long lashes quivered softly with her breath, like the wings of a sprite. Her delicate lips parted slightly, reminiscent of a rose waiting to be plucked.

Kankuro faced off against Naruto’s clones; his thin wires bound them together, and the clones vanished instantly.

A thunderous roar—at Xiao Yan’s position, flames erupted instantly. Gale, startled by the commotion behind, grew worried for Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan’s words compelled him to press onward.

Yet, what Ning Xin and Lin Wan never expected was that, far from causing trouble at the launch event, Chen Guo was now too busy with his own woes.

“Want to leave? Did I say you could?” Though a smile lingered on the glowing face of Jin Faguang, it radiated a savage and sinister aura.

He understood that Ruolan’s words were right and meant for his benefit, yet a persistent compassion lingered in his heart.

“Cast Healing Spell—cost: 500 energy points.” Night Burial, with energy to spare, cared nothing for such a trifling expenditure.

Gong Xuan Yue seemed unwilling to stay any longer. With indifference, he cast a glance at the furious Chang Le and prepared to leave with Gong Qian Zhu. He cared little if there was one more or one less deity in the Six Realms; so long as the calamity did not reach his Demon Realm, he could remain a mere spectator, indifferent to the turmoil of the other five realms.

Half of Sir Lang’s face had been sheared off, blood frothing from his mouth as he mumbled something, then slowly collapsed to the ground…

Yet, tranquil days were inevitably disrupted. Over a century ago, on a certain day, the Ninth Prince, bored out of his mind, secretly slipped out of the Demon Realm to wander the world, naturally bringing me, the cat, along. We roamed aimlessly, marveling at the stark contrast between the human world and the Demon Realm.