Chapter 87: Confession

One dance after another played, but Mu Chengyao never let go of Lu Yalan’s hand. What began as surprise and curiosity among the guests soon turned into something everyone took for granted.

Jiang Shuming, the head of logistics, had hoped to use the banquet as an opportunity to discuss the Third Division’s re-equipment with Mu Chengyao, even preparing all the necessary materials in advance. Yet after chatting idly with a few others, he turned around only to find Mu Chengyao was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t until someone nudged him that he noticed the pair in the dance hall—the golden boy and jade girl, perfectly matched.

Jiang Shuming ran a hand over his prematurely balding head, the result of daily battles of wits with the Finance and War Departments, and muttered sourly through his teeth, “Commander Mu is so old-fashioned, I almost forgot he’s still a young man. Year after year, we stopped betting on this, but he’s finally blossomed. Ah…”

LuluPlayer frantically hammered the R key, the keyboard on the verge of collapse, but nothing happened. Riven’s crowd control was just too seamless.

Hu Xu himself suffered from insomnia, but ever since he started using the sleep pillow, all his symptoms had vanished.

Looking more closely, he realized that the billowing black mist was almost identical to what he saw when he first acquired the Art of Spirit Communication, the swirling darkness that formed the vengeful ghost.

Yet now, her arms were weak and powerless, and all at once a wave of pleasure surged over her, causing her to bite her lip uncontrollably and stifle an unbearably shameful sound in her throat.

Back then, the Petrification Spell could only immobilize a cultivator one level higher than Qi Bao for a mere instant—just long enough for him to escape.

Within the bodies of the twins, there was a considerable amount of blue true energy. This meant both of them were mid-stage Profound-level experts.

“Tianqi, over here!” Zheng Hao shamelessly called out with affectionate familiarity, waving his large hand for Feng Tianqi to join him.

She was about to command the vines again when several more people descended from the hatch, leaving Li Hansha utterly stunned.

The way events unfolded seemed to mock Zhang Jun; all his plans for negotiation came to nothing.

Gunfire erupted in a deafening wave—hundreds of thousands of soldiers, each pulling the trigger once. The bullets alone were enough to turn any zombie susceptible to them into a sieve.

Shangguan Yuniao faintly sensed that the storm of death and the plague within the Dead Zone were deeply connected to the secrets of the realm.

With no alternative, several clan members approached Huang Peiqi, lifting her by the arms and carrying her toward the door.

Shangguan Yuniao slowly opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed, and was surprised to see a familiar face before him.

And yet, this obscure local scoundrel could now rival him physically, and moreover wielded a terrifying art of poison. The threat was undeniable.

Lightly wounded and unable to dodge, Qing Yao Tianzong clenched his teeth, a savage glint in his eyes. Bloodied, his right palm suddenly surged with a dense blue-green light that he slammed into the arena floor.

During the latter half of the meal, Ling Qi dared not hold the man’s gaze across from him for more than five seconds.

Shangguan Yuniao’s eyes turned completely black, bottomless and profound. From his body erupted a terrifying deathly force, coiling around his arms.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Yang Cheng said, taking a deep breath and tightening his grip on the long blade, prepared to strike at any moment.

It was the same class, the same teacher, but the students had dropped from twenty-four to fifteen. Excluding the two who were seriously injured, the class had lost seven adventurers overnight due to the Fox’s surprise attack.

After choosing a bedroom, Yang Cheng collapsed onto the warm, soft bed, and within minutes fell into a deep sleep.

The beautiful man, unable to bear it, covered his face with his undergarment for a long while before shifting it slightly. His long, peach blossom eyes blinked once, gazing intently at the rare glimpse of the neck before him.