Chapter 49: Why Has the Villain Become a Simp Too? 12

A man’s magnetic and gentle voice came through the phone.

"Baby?"

Hua Yue paused for a moment. "...Speak, what is it?"

"Look toward the entrance."

Zhong Shi was standing not far from the entrance, wearing a crisp suit, raising his glass toward her with a lazy posture and a faint smile on his lips.

"Why are you here?"

Hua Yue frowned slightly, but inside, she was filled with immense satisfaction.

Very good, very good.

She finally knew—

High in the air, the jade pendant seemed to have fulfilled its mission, leaving no regrets. Cracks abruptly spread across its warm, glossy surface, and then it shattered and scattered into pieces.

Just imagine, an entire cave filled with disorderly jade slips—even the thought of it made Liu Qing’s scalp tingle, making him dread the task even more.

In the past, the Holy Lord possessed only a nominal title due to insufficient strength. However, Su Bufan and the others were different; they had the actual strength. With the conclusion of this Holy Lord Assembly, the position of the Holy Lord would truly live up to its name, standing on equal footing with the leaders of the five major factions.

This car was designed with only two seats. Although the gap between Pipi and Tang Feng was wide enough for her to sit, it still felt somewhat cramped.

She looked at Kong Wen in surprise, only to notice that his already slightly rosy face had turned even paler, and slow streams of fresh blood were beginning to ooze from behind his ears.

Su Changsheng let out a silent sigh of praise, stepped forward to tear off the sealing talisman, and swung his hand forward with his fingers formed into a blade. A freezing, malevolent blade-light flashed and vanished, completely severing and dispersing the foul Qi of blood.

"Yes! From now on, we are companions traveling together!" the young man said with a smile.

Nick Elliott worked in finance, a field most sensitive to global shifts, giving him a more precise understanding of the source of all these "abnormalities."

"Grand Uncle-Master, how did you become young again?" Huang Sheng voiced the confusion in his heart.

Neither of their expressions looked pleasant, but with no other options available, they could only try their best to seek remedial measures.

He Siyue pressed his lips together, his long eyelashes casting a layer of shadows beneath his eyes as if he had fallen into some memory. His gaze gradually grew cold, and a hint of ferocity even stirred within him.

Thinking to herself: We will ally with the Jie Sect, those two-faced opportunists, and when the time comes, we’ll wipe out your Western Sect first.

Amidst Meng Ningxian's incredulous gaze, Hong Zhengmei took a hesitant step forward—nothing happened! So she took another step.

That place was relatively remote, a twenty-minute walk from the main recruits' district. There were no critical items or people there, and it was rarely used.

Then how could they send the disciples of the Jie Sect to the Investiture of the Gods? The disciples of the Western Sect were simply not enough. Could it be that they were supposed to send their own fellow disciples to the list?!

When the vital force of life reached its absolute peak, that would be the moment he attempted to create living beings for the first time.

However, his defense was clearly pale and feeble, as the few people around him still looked at him with skeptical eyes.

Yet I cannot deceive my own heart. If I attain supreme power over the court one day yet lack your companionship by my side, what meaning would this lifetime hold?

Yu Wanying was also well aware that her actions this time would likely place a certain burden on Ouyang Hui.

Third Master always wore a Zhongshan suit, resting his short, round, Doraemon-like hands on his waist.

Fang Yi only had his eyes on the white and cyan ones, shooting a set of photos for each. The photographer selected the best ones and asked for his opinion.

Xiang Qiuran had no affection for this younger sister; he had never expected that Xiang Chun'er would risk her life to protect him at a time like this.

"Gu Meng will be fine, she won't be fine..." Jiang Shiqing closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

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