Chapter Forty-Eight: Keep Me Company for a Drink

Ye Feng carried Feixue out of the dilapidated factory, and by now, darkness had already fallen. “You can put me down. I’m fine now,” Feixue said, her cheeks tinged with a faint flush, the color returning to her face. “Don’t worry, I’m not tired. I can hold you a little longer.” Feixue’s figure was perfectly proportioned, and holding her felt as effortless as if he were carrying nothing at all.

Fortunately, in the winter thickets, there were no snakes, insects, rats, or ants to trouble her; Ye Jinyu comforted herself with this thought. With nothing else to do, she began to contemplate the reasons for this major experimental accident.

Lanlan had stayed at the branch institute for an extra five months just to wait for the other party, and then the two of them entered the main institute together.

Bai Jie’s eyes were filled with panic. He hadn’t expected this man to be so powerful; with a mere wave of his hand, Bai Jie was sent flying, utterly powerless to resist—truly terrifying.

Moreover, drifting consumes a great deal of tires—Mo Shu was clearly intent on “crippling his own skills.”

The Grand Mage wanted to jump up and strike the Ram-Horned Demon King with his staff again, but seeing the multitude of demons and mages around, he decided to spare the king some dignity and forcefully restrained himself.

The Lunar Laurel itself could absorb and release the vital energy of heaven and earth, discharging an even purer lunar essence to nurture the Three-Legged Silver Crow, the Lunar Sovereign, and aid their cultivation.

Suddenly, with a deafening bang and a flash of fire, the tip of the electric baton erupted into flames of indeterminate heat, burning away more than half the baton, melting a gaping hole in the iron table beneath, and even fusing part of a sturdy steel leg.

Members of the nobility, citizens among the citizen class, residents among the resident class, commoners among the commoner class, and even paupers among the lowest class—all were present.

No one had bothered to look before, lacking a flashlight; but the instant the beam appeared, the spaceship was immediately revealed. Against the backdrop of stars and moon, its outline was unmistakable.

He vaguely remembered Liu Xian—a specially recruited student, a young noble from a city of millions, with decent talent, but above all, a rather sycophantic character.

Sun Wukong, riding the auspicious clouds with the Grand White Star Lord, arrived outside the Southern Heavenly Gate. The heavenly soldiers and generals greeted them with cupped hands and led them straight into the Hall of Supreme Harmony to meet the Jade Emperor, Lord of Heaven.

Looking at He Bao’s chest, a bloody, mangled pit had appeared—a huge hole smashed open by Wang Chen’s hammer, killing him on the spot.

“Try harder, you bastard! Do you believe I won’t kill you right now?!” Wang Chen’s face twisted with rage, his eyes bloodshot.

“As expected, his Guiyuan Talisman is genuine,” Daoist Jiang Ming felt his face flush deeper and deeper.

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. Looking down, he saw an icy fingerprint had appeared on his treasured Bauhinia Battle Armor, shattering it. Cold spread rapidly, and in moments, the rare armor was frozen into a lump of icy slag.

At this moment, Sui Xiaotian was delighted. As a man who loved to show off, making a grand display was his way of life.

The day passed in such trivial busyness, and at night, as planned, he possessed the bone beast and left the house.

In a scene of idyllic beauty, Ye Ziqin’s lips pressed gently to Zhuo Bufan’s, breathing oxygen slowly into his mouth.

An Zaiyou was terrified. All he wanted now was to survive, not to die at the hands of a vengeful spirit. In his traditional beliefs, those killed by ghosts lost even their souls, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation and doomed to endless torment.

Aoi Tensho glanced at Matsushima Nanako, noticing that the Thunderous Kenmitake was not in her hands.

Fang Yan was about to tease her when suddenly his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and saw a message.