Pink Skulls

When the sun rose—around six or seven in the morning—Qin Yu timed it precisely to exit the dream dungeon. Awakening, he initially wanted to sleep a little longer, but the inner restlessness had completely vanished by then.

In the end, even Hua Qianjue, a top-tier enchanting beauty herself, had her neck ruthlessly snapped by him.

"What do you want?" Aegis frowned, noticing that today the other person was not wearing the black uniform of the Night's Watch employees, but had instead draped herself in an utterly featureless attire he had never seen before.

"Even if I die, I won't let you off easily." Still, being scion of a prominent family, she quickly shook off the terror of impending death. Since the other party was determined to kill her, she would make sure he didn't have an easy time either.

Afterward, the two struck up a conversation. Perhaps because both were martial artists, or perhaps owing to Xiao Yaning's connection, they found each other quite congenial.

"I was just asking casually; it's totally fine if you guys don't want to say," Akagami Kayane said, seeing that Lan was lying, yet maintaining a playful tone.

A soul inquiry was issued by Yang Fan, who then hastily used a fire spell to carve a sealing array onto the well, lest this evil spirit throw a tantrum and expose the fact that he had just used it to deal with Gu Ping.

Luna smiled; if they possessed such capability, she would not sit back and await her doom. Having become the Red Buddha, how could she not feel a sense of powerlessness against her brother's terrifying strength?

A faint, piercing hiss echoed through the room, sounding sharply as though facing some sort of threat.

However, after a brief reflection, she thought it might not be such a bad thing for him to hold such notions. After all, with both Li Tan and me being fished out looking like that, in the eyes of these feudal, vulgar mortals, if there was nothing, they would invent something—we could never clear our names even if we jumped into the Yellow River. Besides, Li Tan and I were husband and wife to begin with, so there was no need for such redundant, unnecessary explanations.

In this place, dropping a stick was enough to hit someone wealthy. Stirring up too much trouble all at once might not be wise.

True to form, Gu Xiyao, accustomed to being pampered, was dissatisfied with this excessively desolate birthday celebration.

Had she joined the student council, gaining entry into the Wu Group later on would surely be a simple matter, right?

The soldier escorting him, however, paid no mind to his thoughts. Fortunately, by the time they reached the northern territories, the war had already ceased.

Han Jinyu did not know how to hurl insults; now, wanting to scold someone, she was merely choked with anger and embarrassment, leaving her unable to string a complete sentence together.

Her tears moistened his dry, pale lips, slowly seeping through them into his mouth, letting him taste that salty flavor.

Yu Haoyang and his two companions, however, had no heart to admire the scenery outside the window. This was their first time truly venturing into the core of the alien humans, and they were infiltrating the royal palace as spies. Although the trio had crammed the alien language for a few days, whether they could converse as fluently as earthlings was something they felt thoroughly unconfident about.

Under such stressful conditions, who would have the spare time to study which path was right or wrong? As long as it offered an escape, any path was a good path!

Yet Xiongba's supreme martial arts were not fully inherited; aside from the most crucial Three-Part Return to Origin Qi, nothing else remained. The Frost Firing Fist was unknown, the Cloud-Plucking Palm was unknown, the Wind-God Leg was also unknown, not to mention any other martial arts a grandmaster-level powerhouse might possess—all completely unknown.

After a busy day, Xiao Zining finally returned to Xieyi Lane. However, Xiao Chuanfan had not yet gone to sleep, waiting instead for his return. Seeing his grandfather waiting up for him, Xiao Zining hurried forward to pay his respects.

Without Dugu Meng's reminder, Liu Yibin already sensed this even more violent demonic blade. Still, to him, it remained incapable of breaking his defense—falling far short, unable to injure even a single hair.

Accompanied by a tremor, the man and the dragon in conversation were suddenly startled. Looking up dazedly, they saw Ophelia sent flying into the distance once more. This time, she looked even more disheveled than before; although the demonic beast's mechanical body sustained some superficial wounds, the lancer's injuries were evidently much graver.

Unintentional words often strike a chord with the listener. Dugu Meng's slightly flushed cheeks grew even redder as she was overwhelmed by a sudden wave of unbearable bashfulness.

Two days later, Tang'er finally recovered. Yet Tang'er refused to explain the cause, background, or aftermath of her entry into the Windless Zone, merely using the excuse that she needed to undergo rigorous cultivation in the Sea of Gods as the reason for leaving the ship at Tofu Island. However, Tang'er clearly recounted her ordeal.

Next, Xieye found himself in a dilemma. Staring at this assembled combination of flesh and blood, a pair of eyes held both blankness and confusion, as if he had finished everything he could possibly do, yet had no idea what step to take next.

The barbarian cavalry, having no time to evade, charged headlong into this vast marshland. Inevitably, the swamp began to take effect, not only slowing the speed of the barbarian riders, but also seemingly threatening to engulf them into the mire.

Xiao Zining watched her vanish from his sight, waving his right hand at her retreating back while reciting silently in his heart.

"Spare me." The handsome, elegantly featured young man walking at the very front waved a hand, his icy gaze sweeping majestically over the crowd as he strode forward with imposing momentum, radiating a sharp, oppressive might.

When he arrived at the Song Clan of Lingnan, the place appeared somewhat different from before—to be precise, it was on a much higher state of alert.

"Boom!" His Years Scripture directly broke through the initial transformation of the first tier, entering the second tier of hundred transformations, and pushed straight toward the late stage of hundred transformations. While the first tier allowed him to absorb sixty years of vitality, the second tier permitted a hundred years, and its late stage could absorb over six hundred years of vitality.

Shuyuan ignored him, his intensely predatory gaze locked firmly onto the monarch of the Silver Kingdom like a venomous, cold-blooded snake.

Nan Changqing, who had been constantly watching Qingyue, naturally noticed the emotional shift in her and could not help shaking his head with a trace of helplessness.

If he truly found someone he fancied, even if she had to pawn everything, she would see the matter through. But her son simply refused to listen. She had arranged for several girls to be looked into through intermediaries, yet her son possessed the same stubborn temper as his father, leaving her utterly helpless. He claimed he was still young and wanted to spend a few more years accompanying his mother.

"Really?" Upon hearing this, the Nine-Tailed Crimson Sky Fox perked up. Fully assisting Yao Muchen, it was already capable of fusing nearly sixty percent of its spiritual energy into his body. Once it could integrate all one hundred percent, Yao Muchen would become a composite entity of dual Heavenly Realm cultivation, sweeping away all cultivators below the Supreme realm.