Volume 1, Chapter 61: No Changes Allowed for a Hundred Years

Long Luoluo blushed. Although her marriage to Li Zun was already on the agenda, they were not officially married yet, and here they were already talking about having children.

On the third day after Qin Qingqing and her father, Qin Mu, returned, he had tracked her down from another city while following a clue.

Lin Xiaomo remained silent, her expression lacking any trace of joy. Perhaps she had longed to hear words of encouragement from Lin Sese, but instead, she faced repeated opposition.

Recalling how she had almost abandoned her to leave alone a moment ago, the lingering tension still gripped her heart. She was genuinely terrified that her disguise would be seen through by Xia, especially since this girl had been clever from a young age—so clever that it terrified her.

After dealing with Luo Zhiming's affairs, upon returning, he found that Luo Zhiyong had already queued up and purchased their train tickets for noon.

I took the glass and looked at it closely. There was a layer of white powdery substance at the bottom, which presumably was the remaining essence after the Nether-spirit was crushed.

Young Master Li, what the hell is this! Lin Sese fumed inwardly, yet she forced herself to suppress it, seeing as her bracelet was still in his hands.

"Before casting the divination, I must give you a warning: my divinations do not come cheap," said Divine Diviner Zhang with a semblance of benevolence.

Almost instinctively, I snatched up the thunder ruler from the altar, chanted an incantation, and struck upward toward the ceiling. Unfortunately, I hit nothing; the space above seemed completely empty.

Lin Sese's head twisted from side to side, trying to evade his passionate kiss, but she was trapped in his embrace and pinned against the wall, leaving her nowhere to hide.

If one were to tell others that the person lying on the bed right now was the chief designer of a world-renowned fashion brand, no one would ever believe it. How could a designer be so childish?

"Oracle, is this the person you've been waiting for? Their strength seems passable; they might be able to help you." To Tang Cheng's surprise, Anna's tone was—how should he put it—extremely cold. It chilled Tang Cheng to the bone, entirely devoid of emotion.

The Gale-Fang Wolf was torn apart like a piece of paper, sending blood and entrails splashing everywhere. Having done all this, Xue Ling returned to Nie Chen's side as if nothing had happened, glancing briefly at Mo Wuyin, who was perched in the tree.

Scorching, burning kisses landed on her neck, jaw, lips, breath, and forehead, then continued sliding down from top to bottom. A primal bodily reaction triggered a low, muted murmur deep in his throat.

Turning his gaze, he saw Commander Xu's eyes vacant and dazed, sitting motionlessly on the ground just like that.

Tang Cheng felt a flash of red before his eyes, and when he checked his health bar—which had slowly recovered to around 3,300 earlier—it had plummeted to less than 500.

Dongqiang, wrapped in bandages, strolled back leisurely alongside Spoon and Sanzang, while Chu Yang, naturally, took it upon himself to escort Liang You home.

Halfway there, Lei Zifeng hurried over to find Lei Gang and Zeng Da, asking with a dark expression, "Where is your deputy commander?" Lei Gang and Zeng Da lowered their heads in silence.

"Monk Yunkong, you didn't eat today, but did you eat yesterday? The day before yesterday? Have you eaten in the past?" Yan Yue followed up with a question.

Supported by Yan Yue, Murong Yan finally hopped over to the door. It seemed that ever since his capture, Murong Yan had not once stepped out of this room. The guards still stood rigidly beside the door, merely casting cold, indifferent glances at the supporting pair without issuing a single reprimand.

Raising his head, through the frame of the inner room's doorway, he caught sight of something hanging on the wall and felt a sudden wave of nausea.

Gu Shaochen's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze resting on her somewhat pale face. Her bitten red lips were tinged with white, and her dark eyes radiated waves of chill.

When he said this, he glanced at An Nan. The latter's body stiffened as Lu Chengxi's cold, rejecting words reached his ears.

Fumbling through the drawers again, he found a blank sheet of paper with a few symbols drawn on it, though their meaning was completely lost on him. He stuffed the paper into his pocket and continued searching, but found nothing else. Opening the wardrobe, he saw the clothes neatly hung inside. He felt through the pockets of every single garment, yet discovered nothing.

The deep courtyard was filled with lush greenery and vibrant red blossoms, the air rich with a delicate fragrance. It looked less like a private residence and more like a public park.

Yan Si's voice was loud enough for Nanfeng, standing nearby, to hear, causing her to frown as she looked at Muxia. Was she calling her husband?

Zhao Chuan put away the silk cord, and the three of them slid down the willow tree. The moment they hit the ground, three dark shadows lunged forward abruptly.

"Brother, come home with me. I won't let you suffer anymore!" the lieutenant colonel cried out again, weeping. Only Tang Bei understood the hidden meaning behind those words, and with resolute determination, he raised his gun and aimed it at the lieutenant colonel.

His other hand involuntarily stroked the web of his thumb, burning with an unusual heat, his heart stirred as if something was rumbling inside.

"What is it?" I turned sideways and looked past Bai Ze, instantly dumbfounded. The whistling sound in the air turned out to be a relentless barrage of fiery balls, trailing smoke as they sped wildly across the sky in an endless stream. Looking closer, those round, fiery spheres were actually the grim, distorted heads of human beings.

"You—why is your power so terrifying? Could it be that you have already reached the second or third tier of the Saint King realm..." Terror filled the eyes of the Supreme Patriarch. This was absolute, crushing dominance; he didn't even need a weapon to pulverize him. How could he not be terrified?