Volume One, Chapter 65: I Need You

After finishing her breakfast, Fu Yuting rose slowly. She turned, her clear, cool eyes fixing on Bo Xingzhou without the slightest trace of hesitation or plea—there was only unmistakable resolve and calm deliberation.

“What?” he began to ask, but by then, the vanguard on the opposite side had already entered the range of the magic mercenaries’ assault. Yet the outcome was far from ideal; a whole round of magical attacks managed to take down only a few knights. Compared to their previous results, this was practically negligible.

Wei Shi, having read the memorial, was overjoyed—almost ecstatic. He pounded the table repeatedly, calling the two of them geniuses.

As they spoke, police cars had already filled the area before them. Officers pointed their guns, countless sights trained on these four suspicious figures.

Here, the Dark Tower loomed like a mountain, its presence casting darkness for tens of thousands of feet around, forming a world of its own.

Tang Jingyun couldn’t help but curve her lips in a subtle smile. Cherish these days—for those outside the walls today will one day find themselves within. When one steps into society, it means the beginning of becoming shrewd and worldly; this is an irreversible process.

On the deck, the cultivator casually placed the group in a corner. Then, with a thunderous rumble, the large ship set off across the waters.

“Out of my way!” With a sweep of his wide sleeve, Jiancheng Xi flung Feng Yi aside. Without a backward glance, he strode through the doorway in just a few steps.

Outwardly expressionless, he stood up and cooperated with the guards, leaving his cell behind.

Tang Jingyun stepped out of the car with a smile, taking a deep breath of the fresh air—it truly felt wonderful. This was indeed a wetland park; the environment was simply delightful.

The Moon Demon didn’t hesitate—she pressed the fingers of her right hand together, forming a blade, and severed her own wounded palm. Her decomposing left hand detached from her wrist, dissolving into blood midair.

Though the physical pain could be endured and would fade with time, how could one come to terms with the flaw left behind?

Lou Xiaoyun had upheld her persona as the obedient young mistress for over a decade; it was already deeply ingrained in her fans’ hearts. Changing that now would not be easy, and Lou Xiaoyun herself might not cooperate.

Leng Feiyan was the one who had saved the entire planeload of passengers, preventing a far more catastrophic terrorist attack.

The horizon glowed with a bloodthirsty red, black clouds blotting out the sun. All around lay desolation—at a glance, there was only a sea of crimson. The waves churned as if the very blood-red waters were roaring.

Those moves, only usable by game characters in the world of the game, Leng Feiyan now found within his own power.

But why would cultivators like these, instead of remaining safely within their sects, venture to a place like this?

Dong Hang pondered. He recalled that Deng Ai was born to a poor family; this did match the current state of this family before him.

Just now, Zhang Shu had mentioned that this cult leader could summon flames—perhaps that was why they were called the Lihuo Sect. At the mention of fire, Tang Jian’s mind immediately pictured Tang Yushan’s scorching flames. If one were to compare this leader with Tang Yushan, whose fire would prove superior?

How could such things happen? A fight so fierce and unrelenting was indeed astonishing.

Teenagers are all confused about the future, knowing nothing of society’s development or the demands of the job market.

The army of cutlery, previously defeated by the Golden Dragon, had somehow cleaned up the mess left behind. Suppressing their grief, they gathered up the “remains” of their comrades and, with toothpicks, forks, and other sharp implements, surrounded Tashi with a show of “menace.”