Chapter 33

"We'll see when the time comes. Anyway, I'm unaffiliated with any guild, so how could it possibly affect me?" I said vaguely.

Yun'er wanted to say more, but Qin Luofan had already raised a hand, gently stroking the stray hair on her forehead, his dark eyes filled with deep paternal love.

Though Jiang Liechen had met this fate due to the Demonic Sect's history of villainy and Shen Shiyun's instigation, the primary cause was undoubtedly his own stellar performance. Yet, that theory seemed entirely inapplicable to him.

When I drove the car back around to the front entrance, I saw from a distance that Yu Wei had stepped out of his BMW clutching a bouquet of roses. He said something to the homeroom teacher; I couldn't hear it from that far away, but I knew that while I was gone, this guy must have been making a confession.

Our courtship was incredibly smooth. It goes without saying that Zhou Yaze was a good man, but more importantly, our chemistry in daily life grew increasingly seamless.

After picking up Chu Shiyao and checking on her, Chu Shanhe flew back to the high platform with her, casting an angry glare at the young man as he left.

If the old demon were still alive, this hope would surely be dismantled. Only by killing him could this glimmer of hope be preserved.

I will never forget Qian Yaya's expression at that moment. When I told her everything at Pizza Hut, the look on this mischievous girl's face was as if she had discovered a new continent. She widened her eyes, which weren't particularly large to begin with, and her mouth hung wide open, just staring at me blankly for a long time without a word.

"Could this be a new member of the Avengers?" the American children asked, pointing at Cong Yi on the television.

By the time I rushed to Jiang Qingqing with lightning speed, she had already climbed onto the railing. Because she was wearing high heels, she stood there unsteadily, looking as if she were about to fall.

This was an assassination mission—it had to be done without a sound. If we were discovered first, it would all be meaningless.

However, I am Sultan. She is Selina. If we were to carry this out... I could find no reason why it would fail.

Reflecting on it, Luo Cheng had rarely spent his own money to buy spiritual pills; it was almost never. Most were given or bestowed upon him. The first time he tasted a spiritual pill was when Liu Ting sent one to him from thousands of miles away upon completing her apprenticeship. Thinking of it now, it still feels bittersweet.

"You've noticed it too. My grandfather still wants to use you to deal with the Royal Family. I’ve already spoken to him, but he hasn't given up on the idea, and there's nothing I can do," Di Qiuyue said.

A cold smile played on the corners of Luo Cheng's mouth. The purple flames rising from the demonic blade in his hand illuminated his face, making his expression appear all the more intimidating.

"No, no, please come in, Team Leader." Although Watanabe Ichiro was suspicious, he still put on a welcoming facade.

Boom! A bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens, flickering with blinding radiance and laced with purple flames. It struck directly from the sky, its target clear: Ye Guchen. Without the slightest deviation, the half-meter-wide bolt of purple lightning slammed straight onto Ye Guchen's head.

The devastating explosion could easily destroy more than half of that uninhabited planet. Not only would his base, which he had painstakingly built for over twenty years, be blown to smithereens, but his son—his only son—would likely not survive.

After all, though there was surprise on Zhao Yu's face, there was no panic of someone caught in a lie. This surprise was exactly consistent with the disbelief one feels when being wronged. As long as one was prepared, this was a normal reaction, devoid of any flaws.

Ye Guchen could not discern the creature's true form; after all, its cultivation far exceeded his own. Without the demon race revealing their original form or specific traits, it was difficult to identify them. But that was unimportant; what mattered was that Ye Guchen could feel it.

"Continue. You broke my brother’s limbs. If I can't avenge him, then there's no point in me continuing to sit in this position as Captain of the Police Bureau," Liu Guang said in a low, cold voice.

"This rookie jungler is too confident, playing way too aggressively! Is he really just a Platinum player?" Naidi was stunned upon seeing Chen Mo's maneuver. He had seen plenty of dragon steals, but a Flash-Smite combo to steal the dragon? That was a first.

Hearing her praise, Jin Se’s face began to flush with a delicate pink. If not for her frail build, she would have looked just like a pampered porcelain doll.

This newly appointed catcher of the Six Fan Gates opened the window, removed the message from the pigeon's leg, and scattered some rice. The pigeon began to peck at it on the windowsill.

Chen Mo felt this was highly likely; after all, what the audience loved to see were spectacular matches and plays. If he pulled off a brilliant maneuver every now and then, how could these people not be obsessed with him?

Kong Jiran’s spiritual sense suddenly detected the presence of two soul beasts. One, with roughly fifty thousand years of cultivation, was fleeing in a panic, while the other, which was chasing it, had only a little over ten thousand years of cultivation, yet its aura was nearly comparable to a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Sighs were carried away by the night wind. Under the same night sky, who knows how many people were watching, and how many others were equally full of heavy thoughts, their sorrows unable to melt away?

Camille kicked Silas, and Gragas immediately used his E skill to retreat, pulling himself out of Silas's attack range.

Seeing her, Shuang Sheng knew she had snuck out behind her master's back; otherwise, she wouldn't have walked this way—she would have surely left through the main gate of the villa.

Perhaps because the weather had been fine during the day, the moon at night was exceptionally bright. A pale yellow radiance spilled onto people, as if they were coated in a layer of flowing light.

"Let's fly inward slowly," Lin Tian said. For these past few days, Venerable Chimu had not attacked them; it was unclear whether he had left or simply felt the timing was not yet right.

However, her meager strength was no match for him. Mo Nanjue wouldn't let her move, his tongue still entwined with hers, refusing to pull away. His breathing gradually deepened, and his sexy throat couldn't help but roll slightly.

Indeed, it was none other than the two fellows sent by the mysterious figure known as "Dou?": Amo and Al-Ying.

The soul of a God-man could allow Mu Cailing to go from an ordinary person to a God-man in just twenty years, with half a month of cultivation. With the War Cauldron’s speed, how many years would it take?