Chapter 45: Why is the Villain Also So Infatuated? 8

"Xiao Yue."

Yan Yuli stood at the hospital entrance, his tall and handsome figure drawing the gazes of many passersby.

Hua Yue walked over, matching her steps to the rhythm of their usual dynamic, a smile blooming on her face as she drawled in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Yu~ li~ bro~ther~~"

The four syllables took eighteen distinct turns, her affected tone making goosebumps erupt all over Yan Yuli's skin.

He paused momentarily, his gaze sweeping over Hua Yue's outfit—which featured a shade of green that practically reached the heavens—before finally landing on her face.

"Rushing things? Are you in that much of a hurry to reach the top of the tower?" Upon hearing this, Sha Wuchen furrowed his brows slightly, a trace of displeasure evident in his voice. If someone didn't even take a duel between them seriously, it showed a lack of respect for their opponent, something Sha Wuchen simply could not stomach.

Baili Yuyan stood frozen in place. The scene had unfolded with such suddenness that she had never imagined Baili Hongzhuang would dare to move against Baili Haoxuan.

These forces belonged to him; this was Xu Zipei's ultimate trump card, as well as the most crucial safeguard he possessed to protect the person he loved.

Xiao Yu's expression turned chillingly cold. He didn't care in the least whether the middle-aged man was Long Luo's father or not. After all, the proprietress had treated him quite well back in the day, so he would never tolerate anyone speaking ill of her right in front of him.

"Young Master!" Uncle Li exclaimed the moment he saw Jin Weimo stride into the house with brisk and decisive steps.

"..." Uncle Li looked blankly at Huo Lingchen. He recognized him as the young man who had been saved by the young madam a few days ago, yet he still hadn't figured out what had actually happened to Yan Xiangnuan.

Mu Yue felt significantly more relaxed, truly embracing the role of a hands-off boss as she occasionally checked in on how the renovations of her property were progressing.

As the crowd dispersed, Chi Chi finally caught sight of Changli once more. At that moment, he was picking up an ancient tome, sitting leisurely by the windowsill, looking every bit like a deity.

Even Long Shaofeng, who had just approached, could not help but frown, a stifling sensation gripping his chest. The might of a peak powerhouse was indeed extraordinary; a mere casual aura emission was enough to leave him gasping for air.

"Since they are so determined to keep me out of the Xiao family, I am all the more determined to force my way in!" A resolute and chilling glint flashed through Mu's eyes.

The duty manager had been instructed by the boss that whenever this esteemed gentleman visited, all his demands were to be met to the absolute best of their ability.

"Young Master! This! Should we go inside and take a look?" At that moment, one of the twenty soldiers remaining outside the Wang family residence asked Fang Mu.

"Huzi, what are you daydreaming about? You look so pleased!" While Huzi had stopped in his tracks by the roadside in a daze, Fang Mu and the others had already caught up.

And once the aerial assaults ceased, it wasn't long before the ground forces on Su and Fang's side began organizing effective counterattacks.

Inside the kitchen, Lu Mengxiu had simply toasted some bread, fried eggs, and bacon, poured some milk, and arranged everything neatly on the dining table. She glanced back toward the stairs; he still hadn't come down.

Beneath his white tiger mask, Mu Cixingmie felt utterly arrogant and confident at that moment. The mechanical reaper before him was nothing more than a machine, far from a true reaper. It seemed merely like a pathetic prey that had stumbled into a trap, so helpless, sorrowful, and devoid of any escape.

At this thought, Fang Mu grew somewhat disheartened. Just as he was sinking into the depths of despair, a hand landed on his shoulder—a steady, powerful, yet somewhat aged hand.

Scanning his surroundings, Su Jue decided to delve deeper. He wanted to see what exactly lay at the very bottom of this passage.

Qin Leng had remained in the United States accompanying Qin Yuan for three full days, and during this time, not a single person in City A had been able to reach him.

Amidst the shock of the onlookers, Fang Tianyou's index and middle fingers shot forward abruptly, pointing directly at Mostani. Instantly, the "True Essence Finger," accompanied by a piercing whistle through the air, shot toward Mostani with lightning speed.

The imperial government was making preparations for the return of the exploration team, and ordinary citizens quickly figured out what was happening after making a few simple inquiries.

A vampire progenitor, familiar spirits—these truly were overpowered cheats. Without needing to put in any hard work, one could simply grow powerful by drinking the blood of those who awakened familiar spirits.