Chapter 118: Where Is the Wallet

Upon hearing this, Xia Ling let out an indignant cry, realizing that Man Yunyun had told Ye Feng everything. "Yunyun!" she exclaimed. Man Yunyun simply smiled and replied, "It's alright." Ye Feng was delighted to hear this; he leaned in close to Xia Ling and teased, "Ling'er, what's wrong? Are you... dissatisfied with yourself?" As he spoke, he deliberately...

Zhang Han’s words were nothing short of treasonous, yet Wu Zifang felt his entire body burning. Young men always yearned to accomplish earth-shattering feats, and a flame ignited within his heart, sending his blood surging. Wu Zifang dismounted and knelt before Zhang Han’s horse.

However, in most cases, this method of accumulating blood energy by feeding on blood is only effective for low-level vampires. Since their bloodline is weak and the amount of blood energy they can produce themselves is limited, they can supplement their power by consuming any blood, even that of chickens or ducks.

In truth, this is not difficult to understand. If Wu Ji were merely a senior disciple, or even a true disciple, acting in such a manner before the elders and hall masters would be considered a grave sign of disrespect. Even if he were not killed on the spot, he would undoubtedly be expelled from the sect, much like the outcasts of years past.

"Mr. Qin, we meet again," Liu Tian said, quickly rising to greet Qin Shaoyou as he entered.

"Do you think this place is only for you to visit, and not for me?" Rals asked, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he smiled faintly at Deal.

Zhang Han responded with indifferent perfunctoriness, prompting Xi Zhicai to roll his eyes uncontrollably.

This was something they never could have imagined. After killing them, Yu Le led his two bottom-lane teammates straight to the defensive tower to attack.

He sighed with emotion, "Once fully absorbed, this will surely be a massive amount of true energy." He looked back at Grandfather Tie. Ever since Ding Zhan returned and his injuries began to recover rapidly, Grandfather Tie had frequently chatted with him, reviving a father-son bond that had been absent for a long time.

They did not know whether to support Ding Zhan or the grandmaster, Nine-Ghost Taoist; it was a pity that both had become patients.

Bai Yaqing finally regained her composure, hurriedly grabbing the quilt on the bed to cover her pajamas in a panic.

The ugly old man finished speaking, his body flickering as he shot toward Qin Tian. He extended both hands, his palms erupting with foot-long, greenish nails that looked like sharp, verdant blades.

Seizing the opportunity, the Wufu Ghost smashed his King of Hell’s Seal onto the shoulder of the Old Poison Hag. At the same time, he flipped his left hand, drew a dagger, and with a cold glint, plunged it into her throat.

Duan Yuntu slowly unfolded the white cloth, discovering small, dotted stains that seemed to be characters, but the light was too dim to make them out clearly.

As he ran, Li Qingshan moved like a great beast; the expansion and contraction of his muscles embodied an indescribable beauty of motion.

With a wave of his hand, Song Que sent his Heavenly Blade soaring. It spiraled out from his side like a blue dragon, coiling toward Zhu Yuyan with a momentum that seemed capable of devouring everything under heaven.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She nodded in gratitude. At that moment, her heart was filled with more than just emotion; it was a tangled mess of complex feelings.

Furthermore, because Jiang Wei had chosen to battle the Six-Clawed Golden Dragon-Snake, and combined with the suppression of his own divine soul power, he was able to absorb the memories of the Wood Spirit Desolate God.

The Wood Spirit Desolate God had violated the laws of the Heavenly Dao by descending to the lower realm, and perhaps for this reason, he had suffered severe injuries and his memories had become chaotic.

Ding Huo suddenly recalled that no one had ever known the elemental attribute of Zhen Cheng’s origin force, nor did anyone know his martial arts techniques. Could it be...?

A-Kun suddenly looked up at Fu Can, only to see that his expression was solemn as never before.

Years ago, the Lu family had forced him to flee his home and had even hunted him down, nearly driving him to his total destruction.