Volume 1, Chapter 53: Bear-Shaped Cookies

The space here was small, the belongings arranged somewhat crampedly. The walls were old, and the sofa looked worn, but... those stickers were quite adorable.

It seemed to be an ominous sign: the weather turned sour, dark clouds swirling in the distant sky. A sudden east wind rose, and the leaves slapped against the branches with a sharp clap.

She couldn’t hear my gentle sweet words, for no matter how she courted men, she could never obtain that kind of sweetness.

In other words, he guessed that the Supreme Wanderer would toy with him rather than kill him outright. Because of this, he faced the Supreme Wanderer so calmly, hoping to use the pressure exerted by the Supreme Wanderer to activate the mysterious crystal within his body and thereby break through to the realm of the Heavenly Dao.

Beneath the empress, the highest-ranking consort! Amidst the constant shouts and cannon fire within the palace, even the most loyal supporters of Empress Yang had to obey orders.

Mu Feng felt quite proud. If Zhao Lin at night had made Mu Feng impulsive, then the current Zhao Lin made him calm. Yet this serene enjoyment made Mu Feng feel even better.

The closer one got to the coast, the more populous it became. Many cultivators took boats heading toward the Dead Sea. Lin Hao’s arrival shocked and puzzled many cultivators.

The Xiliang government could monitor and suppress the Xiliang army’s practice of the “Mystic Cultivation Method,” but they never imagined that this method had already spread among many common folk in Xiliang.

She appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a blue satin vest, wearing a white gauze sweatband. Her figure was tall and slender, with an oval face dotted with a few freckles and tear stains, bearing a charming demeanor.

“Escape...” The thought flashed through Wang Tu’s mind, but he suddenly realized he seemed to be flying, while a headless body stood rooted to the spot.

The camera lens continuously followed Bai Xuejia’s movements. As Bai Xuejia brushed past the camera, it captured a close-up of her profile.

“Damn...” When Qin Feng fell, he realized this current was no ordinary electricity, for every cell in his body disobeyed his commands, leaving him unable to do anything but fall naturally.

King Zhou had found a new life goal. Whether it was Charlotte or Pamuk, none compared to the importance of the Three Celestial Maidens before him.

A lingering voice of resentment above Kunlun City caused everyone’s expressions to turn extremely strange.

Zhao Qianjun cursed, unwilling to see Xiang Yu pass through the Thunder Tribulation. If that happened, wouldn’t the Qin Immortal faction then have two gods plus a divine artifact?

Five days later, Su Hong returned to the street of cultivator supplies with over two hundred top-tier spiritual instruments.

Everyone unconsciously began reciting Yan Ziqing’s poetry, praising it as a remarkable achievement in such a short time.

Qin Feng no longer hesitated; he swiftly wrote his name at the end of the contract and pressed a bright red handprint.

The naked man’s face was twisted in pain, while Yu Liang’s expression was grim. The cold blade tip inside his abdomen and the immense agony caused his whole body to tremble. He closed his eyes and crashed his head toward the man like a pile driver.

The most terrifying aspect was that from the moment of parasitism, the host was effectively dead. Everything thereafter was merely a corpse controlled by the hellish parasite.

“Brother Su! Sister Wufeng’s body is severely damaged and cannot recover on its own. Do you have a way to help her?” Qin Donger knew Su Hong had a solution but dared not say it outright.

The volume of my phone’s receiver was somewhat loud, so the guys also overheard the conversation between Huan and me.