Volume One, Chapter 81: Don't Be Afraid, I'm Here

Yun Moji pulled Shen Zhubai close and sidestepped, narrowly evading the black crow’s assault.

The crow missed its target, wheeled in the air, and swooped down at them again.

Yun Moji made a swift decision, pulling a Thunder Talisman from her pocket. Her hands formed rapid seals, lips murmuring incantations. The talisman sparkled with lightning, shooting toward the black crow at high speed.

Hua Xie continued walking beside her, fingers hooked, his gaze fixed on her face as if he could never look enough.

Yan Lingling’s voice dwindled to a whisper by the end, her face blushing in embarrassment, and opposite her, Liu Dahai fared no better—in fact, he looked even more mortified.

After a long moment, Yue Du’s body grew cold. Qian Yan withdrew her hands and Yue Du’s corpse collapsed to the ground as she pulled away.

The iron spear, too, was diverted and skewered into the nearby restaurant’s door, gouging a gaping hole.

Mr. Smith’s appointments were always scheduled far in advance—a month at the shortest, half a year at the longest. Anyone who could secure his services certainly didn’t come from a simple family background.

Luo Ye kept busy until deep into the night. It was nearly dawn when she returned to the hotel. Thankfully, today was just a tour day; she could stay in her room. Before sleeping, Luo Ye texted Professor Li, telling him she still felt unwell and wouldn’t be going out that morning.

He could be very kind, feeling hatred fill his chest at the sight of his suffering compatriots, willing to risk his life for vengeance. Occasionally, when in a good mood and not inclined to kill, someone might provoke him, but he wouldn’t bother to retaliate, too lazy even for violence.

Human ears can hear sounds, but not all sounds are detectable. When distance increases or the environment is noisy, it’s hard to make out words.

Alas, even the natives who survived were now deranged, trembling all over, unable to speak.

Who didn’t know she had become Professor Deliné’s graduate student? Wasn’t she planning to focus on algebraic geometry? What was she doing in quantum physics?

Several wild wolf tribe beastmen exchanged glances and began to approach stealthily from all directions, inching closer.

Wide Wide stubbornly refused to crawl or learn to walk—after He Liancheng noticed this, he had staged this scene almost daily for over a week.

When Master Wu took his seat, Second Brother glanced at him. He knew instantly this guy had something to say but couldn’t voice it just yet.

Without her and the child in her belly, what meaning would all my efforts hold? In that moment, I suddenly realized what mattered most to me.

“Five minutes. I bet he can only last five minutes,” Bobona said confidently, with a professional air.

Heida’s leg bore a deep wound, caused by snake venom corrosion, though it was merely the venom that had splashed onto him.

Ling Xiao walked to the car window and knocked on the glass. His face wore a gentle smile, free of malice.

At the time, my heart was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t speak. I grunted a few times and ran to the bathroom.

In an instant, the prophet’s expression turned icy, and a formidable spiritual pressure radiated from his body, encircling Zhao Junjie.

The old fox failed to grasp this, or perhaps he did, but still believed those who resolved matters with their fists were mere brutes, incapable of great deeds.

After leaving Fuxian City for over a decade, not much had changed along the way. Tong Siye followed closely behind, both silent until they returned to the mansion and entered the secret chamber. There was no time for longing; they immediately contacted their fierce warriors. Communications were seamless, the soul-concealing paint proved miraculous.

Apart from Li Chengsi’s passing, several other prominent ministers had died in recent years—Shi Yan, Hou Zan, Wang Maozhang, Gao Xu, among others. The deaths of these elders left Yang Wo mourning their loss.