Chapter 28: His name is Huo Yixun?

One o'clock in the morning.

New Year's fireworks bloomed in a long, continuous display. The flickering light and shadow danced against the window glass, casting indistinct silhouettes of two figures inside the room. Heavy winter coats were discarded during their intimacy, lying in crumpled, chaotic heaps on the floor. Jiang Shiyi’s hair, black as silk, cascaded over the edge of the bed like a waterfall. One hand caressed Huo Yixun’s handsome face while the other circled his slender waist. Her neck arched slightly in a gesture of languid distress, her mind drifting.

Hearing this, Su Jinli lowered her head, feeling a touch of embarrassment. As she looked down, she caught sight of the row of bruised teeth marks on his chest and could not help but feel a pang of heartache.

A sudden, piercing scream echoed from afar. A young man dressed in a black tailcoat, his hair a brilliant shock of gold, jerked his upper body upright from the ground, his face twisted in fury as he clutched his inner thigh.

A bright glow emanated faintly from the surrounding walls. Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows on the left, the vast church square and the dense rows of city buildings were bathed in the twilight’s afterglow. As the day faded, the darkness seemed to shroud the turbulent undercurrents of the city.

Just as they finished admiring the elegant, warm luster of the dark green chrysanthemums, they heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Upon returning to her chambers, Su Jinli found that Gu Mingjue, perhaps exhausted from coaxing the child, had grown drowsy. He quickly bathed, changed his clothes, and retired to the bed.

Anqi wrote: "That’s not it. From my observations, only Edward is the most formidable demon; the other vampires do not possess magical powers."

Was this a reward for her disobedience? A reward for defying Master Yao Xin? Or perhaps, a reward for having tricked her into obtaining something that she couldn't fathom, no matter if she asked the High Priest or Yao Xin?

They believed that Yun Xiao would most likely encounter these two, so they decided to win them over first, hoping they might spare Yun Xiao when the time came.

A cold, brief voice spoke six words on the other end of the line, followed immediately by the disconnect, leaving only a monotonous dial tone.

When Huo Ziqi saw her, she had just stepped out of the bathroom. Her damp hair clung to her face, and her skin, flushed by the steam, glowed like a peach.

Looking up at the man standing before her in simple, casual attire, Long Jiuer felt as though she had found her Brother Jin again.

Yet, the thought that he was going to visit Sister Shuimai brought her a sense of relief. She knew that as soon as he saw her, he would find the comfort he sought.

Chi Yaoyue felt this was a fated confrontation. To be honest, she and Lin Shanshan were at total odds. She was determined to possess the Nihu, yet that bastard Nihu was actually taking the initiative to flirt with Lin Shanshan?

However, at that very moment, the man who had been standing quietly with his arms crossed, his expression devoid of ripples, felt his gaze shift, a faint, dark glimmer flashing through his eyes.

Su Qian tossed out a pile of experimental tools from the secret realm and walked over to the Spider-Beast. With a flick of her wrist, she produced a scalpel fashioned from a rod and easily sliced through its hardened, evolved hide. Dark green blood welled from the incision.

"You—you lot, have you seen Shaoyao?" Qian Yeyi was wrapped in a snow-white fox fur cloak; its pristine whiteness made her look like a fairy from a painting, though it would have been better if she wore a smile.

The handsome man holding the third spirit tablet had repelled the Spirit Venerable expert, but that only proved he was a first-level Spirit Venerable himself, perhaps just slightly superior to the burly man.

Outsiders might not have felt the shock of that whistle, but he had experienced it with absolute clarity.

"Wait, the water is cold at night. Don't go down there; leave such things to them," Qin Feng said, stopping Shui Yiren as she prepared to enter the water.

Moreover, the Fifteenth Princess’s attitude was far too resolute, as if she were certain that her current imperial brother would never become emperor.

Hearing his voice, she felt her heart melt; such a magnetic baritone was truly impossibly beautiful to listen to.