It was my mistake.

A flash of astonishment crossed his eyes. At this moment, he saw that where the evil spirit had perished, a great deal of white liquid had unexpectedly appeared. These liquids looked somewhat like water droplets, yet their color was intensely concentrated—hundreds and thousands of them hung suspended right within the space.

"Soaking in this medicinal wine really has an effect. The wounds I got from hitting the sandbag today don't hurt anymore," Zhou Tieniu chimed in from the side.

Naturally, I couldn't be so foolish as to let them catch me, but right now, this place was already swarming with Xiao Ziling's informants. How on earth could I hope to escape?

"Hero Rice Cake, I give up. I'm not learning anymore." Yun Xiao, lingering terror still gripping him and his whole body limp, collapsed onto the ground.

"What is it?" The subordinate's expression looked rather unsightly, carrying the look of someone hesitant to speak. Zhongli Shuo grew even more displeased, only to see the subordinate gesture toward his own body. Looking down, he discovered that his private parts were standing as proudly erect as a general's. Taken aback, he coughed heavily twice to mask his embarrassment.

"You don't understand? Then I'll make you understand." Bai Qiming increased the strength in his hand, causing Fan Tong to thrash wildly.

"You!! If you have the nerve, say that again!" Before Ye Feng could speak, the expressions of Jin Dao and the others beside him turned quite ugly. The brothers in the back, seeing that F1 had come looking for trouble, instantly wore varied expressions.

"This subject accepts the decree. This subject is willing to redeem his crimes with his death." Seeing that the Emperor was furious to the extreme, Yang Jiaojian turned around in a panic, drew the sword from a nearby imperial guard's scabbard, and leveled it toward his own neck.

Having pushed past the initial shyness, the first heart-pounding tremors, and every subsequent moment of awkwardness, in the days that followed, whenever they acted together, everything felt so natural and a matter of course. Though her heart would still race and her face would still burn with fever, she felt that it was her duty—something she ought to do.

Watching her covered in mud and looking utterly miserable, Xuan Yuanwei felt a searing pain in his heart. He hadn't wished to force her, but since she refused to turn back even in death, and he could think of no other way to make her stay, he had no choice but to use his power and coerce her.

Bai Yu sat inside a carriage reinforced with a protective barrier, gazing at the scenery outside. Unlike what he had imagined, the North Lake Kingdom was not a terrestrial nation, but a genuine undersea world. The boundless lake Bai Yu had leaped into before losing consciousness was the border of the North Lake Kingdom, and he had simply happened to run into Shang Jingtian on patrol.

Qingming's purpose in coming out this time was ostensibly to search for medicinal herbs, but that was merely a pretext; in reality, he had wanted to find a quiet place to properly cultivate his abilities.

Wu Fan did not reply. Once the stellar crystals in his hand were depleted, he scooped up another handful and continued absorbing them.

"What is it? You're hesitating and beating around the bush. Just spit it out. What is there that can't be said? There's no one else here right now, just the two of us. Since when did you start treating the ways of the entertainment industry like sacred scripture?" Zhou Bai said with a displeased tone.

Wang Zeyun was immensely smug, the previous stifled frustration completely swept away. In his view, all he needed to do now was quietly wait for the Lin family's crematorium business to fail, and then acquire it at a lowball price.

Moreover, unlike Ino Yamanaka, when spending time with him, she appeared much more natural and daring—just like right now, sitting directly on his lap.

"That question ought to be put to you, Fellow Daoist! I wonder who those people earlier were, and what Fellow Daoist intended to achieve by provoking a conflict between us?" Yun Tianqing retorted ungraciously, sounding rather self-righteous.

Master Zilin said, "In that case, this entire North Cold Palace belongs to me, Master Zilin. Rest assured, once this deity has some leisure time, it will be the death of Nangong You and her son. Moreover, you will grow to love this deity, because these three thousand strands of dark hair were bound for you!" Wu Fan made no reply.

Although Zhang Jiao was formidable, he had been unaware of the situation beforehand and was unable to arrive in time for rescue; thus, avenging Zhang Chao was entirely reasonable.

All communications were severed, the Earth's magnetic field had failed, and they did not even dare to step outside their doors, let down knowing the most basic survival common sense regarding the apocalypse.

With these words, he had already walked to the door. Ziqing could only follow him to the threshold, watching the two of them leave just like that.

In truth, Sichuan Opera boasts a remarkably rich structure of vocal cavities and possesses an extremely long history.

"Do not be impatient; wait a little longer." Lin Yi spoke up to pacify Guan Hai, though in truth he had no confidence either. A dignified transcendent viscount surrendering to him? Thinking about it, it truly sounded somewhat unreliable.

If Chi Xia were unaware of Zhang Shen's past, Lanhui's words just now would have been enough to prompt her to interrogate Zhang Shen about what she had done, after which Lanhui could drop vague hints to successfully make her detest Zhang Shen.

As the evening lanterns were just being lit and the banquet guests dispersed, the four of them walked side by side down the long streets of Wu Capital. Yun Tang suddenly mentioned she was thirsty, and Yi Qian thoughtfully went off to find water. Jing Di's gaze flickered as she claimed to feel a chill in her bones, whereupon Yun Lin smiled indulgently and returned to the manor to fetch her a cloak.

Originally, Tang Sanzang had intended to leave this matter to the monkey or the pig-headed one to resolve, sending them down the well to retrieve the token.

The wicked Daoist gave a stern shout, and malevolent energy surged violently around him. Only then was his true strength revealed—he had already reached the mid-stage of the Grievance Ghost realm.

True to expectation, they demanded his two magical treasures, yet Tang Sanzang had no intention of agreeing whatsoever.

Meanwhile, the US military had basically taken over the laboratory at Yanzhe House, seemingly intending to replicate and recreate werewolves. Given enough time, they would likely be able to nurture one or two Beyonders of the Mutant or Demon pathways—after all, Yanzhe House still retained the Beyonder characteristics left behind by the descent of the Roarer.

"Hey, Xia Haoyu!" Watching that figure running further and further away, I shouted at the top of my lungs. Yes, he hadn't misheard; I didn't call him Brother Yu, but directly called his name! Treating me like air?