Chapter 43: You're Hurting Me Badly

Sang Fuying had no idea what promise existed between Yuan Hejing and the original owner, yet his heavy, solid body pressed down on her so forcefully that she could barely breathe.

Before she could respond, his burning lips landed hard.

His agile tongue, driven by a maddened possessiveness, pried open her lips, an undeniable invasion within their kiss.

The young girl's lips were soft and sweet, like tender lychee flesh, so exquisite it felt as if one were floating among the clouds.

He was desperate to—

In most cases, when a supernatural mission lasted several days requiring sleep, the Reincarnator almost never slept without clothes, unless he wished to die. This was even more true for difficult-level supernatural missions.

Wang Aotian nodded with satisfaction and waved for his servants to carry Chu Zhongtian away. Although Chu's cries on the stretcher were as harsh as a slaughtered pig’s, to the onlookers, Wang Aotian had clearly suppressed Lin Kun’s momentum.

Yang Dong glanced up and indeed saw Mu Yunshan draped in a towel over her shoulders, looking as if she was about to go jogging on the mountain for morning exercise.

The formation had been set up for a full month and was finally complete. The next task was to successfully lure the cosmic cultivators within the Hall of the Holy War into the formation.

Such incidents had occurred many times before. The empire not only failed to gain new resources, but ended up expending massive resources to suppress rebellions—it was simply not worth it.

Even the ancient ancestor Xiao Qiu could not contend with the Ancient Devourer Clan; among all the demon tribes in the demon realm, the Ancient Devourer Clan was undoubtedly the strongest.

After refining the Black Bear Ancestor, Mu Yi was about to reclaim the Heaven and Earth Furnace when he unexpectedly noticed new patterns on its surface—patterns that had never appeared before. It seemed to be a consequence of refining the Black Bear Ancestor. Studying these markings, Mu Yi began to ponder deeply.

“Well… Master Jiyuan, perhaps we need not say so much nonsense. We’ve already answered your questions. May we have the staff now?” Hu Die spoke timidly.

Yang Dong frowned slightly upon seeing the police dog. Sure enough, the dog seemed to have discovered something and dashed straight toward the distant swamp.

Seeing the van grow farther and farther away, Wu Yong no longer had time to think. CMQO swiftly slipped into a corner of a building by the street and transformed into a wealthy heir with a Ferrari. CMQO was familiar with this guise, including slipping into the corner and the transformation process, which took only thirty seconds in total.

At that moment, Ye Bai and Wen Qiu approached, lying in wait like hunters ready to spring, seemingly about to succeed right before them.

Wen Qiu employed the Broken Soul Spear technique, similar to Ye Bai’s Hidden Sword Art. However, Ye Bai had not practiced the Hidden Sword for a long time—not because he no longer desired it, but because there was no one worthy of having his soul honed.

The chubby man’s scholar’s fan floated gently from afar, interrupting the night-clad path of the traveler.

In the darkness, a metallic wind blade, accompanied by a faint whistle, flew toward the grass where the Red Army had been watching for a long time. Just as the throwing knife was released, the Red Army actually saw a black cat suddenly spring from the grass, yet it still dodged to the side as before, showing no intention of confronting the Red Army head-on.

So much—countless honors surged in like a tide. Among the disciples of the Eight Provinces, only Mi Dou survived the first elimination round. This gap between the Eight Provinces and the Great Prefecture was apparent. Yet Mi Dou charged relentlessly, ascending to the top of the leaderboard. Such abundant honor was well deserved.

Because the leader’s message carried a special significance, they immediately recognized the words Mo Liu had sent.

Shao Heng gazed at the Seven-Life Phoenix Bloom in his palm, recalling the experience after consuming its essence, and the bits and pieces of the past stirred his emotions.

He gently caressed the Death Rain Chain, calming his mind. If not for this ancient artifact, he would have long since turned to ashes.