Chapter 37

Xiao Yue'er is inexplicably cheerful all day long—I simply can't imitate her," Mu Lin said calmly. Xiao Yuesheng is an optimist, always seeming happy, while Mu Lin, by contrast, is less outgoing in temperament.

Relying on the monster form's agile movements, Todd skillfully avoided every trap until he finally reached the king’s bedside, where he found King Ulster sleeping like a dead pig.

There was no time to think—he hurried to get up, only to suddenly realize he could not move at all.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than dozens of compressed energy blasts struck Nan Guangtai in quick succession. No matter where he darted, every shot found its mark.

If the density were greater, every step he took would be a struggle, or he might not have made it in here at all.

Xu Qingjiu saw her eyes—bloodshot, her lips cracked and stained with dried blood.

At eighteen, Zeng Xishui was fair-skinned and delicate, clad in the training team's uniform. Tall and slender, he squatted by the pool, holding a pair of goggles in his hand.

At that moment, Lin Tao noticed Zhuo Yifan anxiously peering below. In truth, it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to stop Lin Zhixiong, but rather that he simply couldn’t think of a good solution.

She walked forward. The street was unlit, illuminated only by the distant glow of streetlamps from the flower market, casting everything in a dim haze. She moved slowly, step by step, toward Shi Jin.

From the moment Todd closed his eyes to when he opened them again, only a few seconds had passed in the eyes of others.

Chen Feng knelt down, summoned the Dragon Fang, and with a sudden jerk, drove it into the earth before the tombstone with a metallic clang.

"Who I am is not important. What matters is that your Liu Corporation insists on pushing through a rural cemetery project in Dongnan. Is your corporation truly so desperate for money?" Jiang Xianyang said.

Chen Bei slammed his hand on the table with such force that the teacup flew off, landed on the floor, and rang out with a crisp sound.

Perhaps this is what the teacher meant: whatever you harbor in your heart, the Witch Temple sees it all. Flee to the ends of the earth—you will not escape death.

This was a strange and twisted existence. Perhaps, as Sost had said, he couldn't maintain such an awkward position forever, but now, due to the Soul Gathering Coffin's disturbance, he had no mind to dwell on it.

There was one fatal flaw: the Beidou terminal possessed a tracking feature, which the enemy could exploit as well.

Protector Zhang glanced at Liu Hang, who was already poised to attack, a flash of admiration in his eyes before he grinned wickedly and said, "Aren’t you afraid of me?"

Cui Ming waved off the servant, took the wine bottle, and filled Cui Yan’s cup to the brim, then topped up his own. Cui Yan looked at his son but said nothing.

Yesterday, after Jingxin exposed the butler Qin’s vile nature, Old Master Bai, though he realized his own actions were improper, simply couldn’t bring himself to confess the situation to the lady of the house and apologize.

Before Jiang Xianyang could react, a photo arrived. Following the one Zhang Jing had sent before, Jiang Xianyang received another—this one even more nosebleed-inducing than the last.

"Are you alright? Your master didn’t hit you, did he?" This was the purpose that Qing Qing suddenly recalled.

"What kind of project is so great?" Seeing his hesitant expression, Xiaofei couldn’t help but ask.

Wasn’t it today? The day after Singles’ Day—her birthday. I stared blankly at her profile. She hadn’t mentioned it, her mother didn’t know either, and even had her stay at school for extra lessons... I think she must know, but simply chose not to say.

His rude stare at Jielan made Black Pig angry. Black Pig quickly shielded Jielan behind himself, glaring up furiously.

"A Three-Headed Treasure-Hunting Dog?" It was Master Huang He, experienced and knowledgeable, who recognized the origins of Le’er’s three-headed demon hound. This beast feared no magical artifact, and when it breathed out its black mist, any treasure shrouded would lose direction and be completely cut off from the outside world.

"Be good, darling, close your eyes for me, would you?" The gentle tone left Qing Qing drowsy; she closed her eyes instinctively. Ji Wushuang’s kiss brushed softly over her eyes and nose, his hot breath falling on her face, plunging her into something like a dream.

Of all the clients’ assignments, the most troublesome from the start was Bai Lian, because after buying her freedom, given her original temperament, she truly might have spent her life supporting those two women.

After all, the internet is now everywhere. Hackers may not be as highly valued as programmers, but there isn’t much difference; hackers can code too, and in some respects, their programming skills far surpass those of regular programmers. That’s why these people are in high demand.

The Nine-Flavored True Fire can melt anything in the world—this is no exaggeration. In a single breath, a swath of silver-armored soldiers had already fallen. Xue Leng was at the Celestial Immortal level, a vast gulf above these mere Earth Immortals.

"Switch back to the Fire-Stepping Thunder Charger!" Xue Leng commanded, and thirty-six star generals attacked the White Qilin in unison.

There was a medicine box in the living room cabinet, well-stocked with common medicines, including a thermometer.

Though spiritual mutations usually only occurred in the presence of spiritual energy, spirit beasts did not vanish at night—they remained a threat.

Suddenly, just like a pet dog seeing its master return home, the creature bounded nimbly and leapt toward Ning Yuan.

"Uncle Teya, has the assessment begun inside?" Yahan asked the guard standing by the door on the left.

But Feng Cheng knew better than anyone: Mu Qinghuan would sooner hurt herself than anyone else.

No archaeological society, in any era, ever recruited members casually—after all, what they encountered was beyond what ordinary people could accept. With Zhu Jue’s current status, she didn’t even qualify to take the association’s entrance exam.

The two laughed and joked their way to a tavern, ordered food and wine, and kept drinking until nightfall, only then stumbling home, drunk.

But now, she hadn’t seen Situ Jie again, and Chu Chen wouldn’t give her the opportunity to do so—so why had Auntie come looking for her?

This man bore quite a resemblance to Xu Jing—it must be her father, Xu Chang’an, also the head of the city bureau.

"My son. My son..." Aunt Xiang murmured after a dazed moment. Not having seen her son for so long, the pain had dulled from the initial heartbreak to a numb ache.