Chapter 62: Xiao Yan's Little Schemes

Looking at Xiao Yan, who wore a hurried expression, the Little Fairy Doctor could not help but ask, "Are you planning to go after the Wolf Head Mercenary Corps right now?"

Xiao Yan paused in his steps, his gaze shifting toward the gradually darkening sky. The burning clouds in the west were being swallowed by the dusk, and the lanterns beneath the eaves were successively lighting up with warm yellow glows.

Shaking his head, he said, "No rush. It's getting late. Let's find a place to settle down first, conserve our strength, and make our move tomorrow."

When the innkeeper handed over the key, Xiao Yan casually slapped down two gold coins.

Hearing this, Jin Can's eyes lit up with excitement as she asked whether ghosts truly existed in this world. She also mentioned that in her hometown, people always practiced ghost marriages. Previously, she had thought those people were being unscientific, but to her surprise, it was actually possible to become husband and wife in such a manner, completely shattering her worldview.

Hearing him speak, I was extremely astonished and hurriedly looked around in every direction, terrified that those ghostly entities might pounce toward us. To my surprise, those specters seemed completely oblivious; even the ghostly figures passing right between the two of us showed no reaction whatsoever. Only then did I realize that wearing this mask did not hinder us from speaking here.

Thanks to the prompt from the "Cannibalism" effect, he did not need to worry about the problem of his personality being sealed after putting on the leather jacket, unlike in the Samsara World.

Of course, she did not care about it in her heart. In her mind, Su Chen possessed only this level of strength and lacked any prominent background, so what kind of difficulties could he possibly resolve?

Moreover, once the judging process began, if this dress won an award, the one preceding it would naturally lose its eligibility to win.

"It's not that I'm unwilling, My Lord. If I tell you, I will suffer a punishment so severe that you might as well just kill me right now!" Rodriguez said with a crying face.

A peach-wood sword and a gourd hung from his waist, while his left hand cradled a silver bowl. Amidst the swirling smoke, he possessed quite a celestial aura.

"As expected, life for the powerful and influential is truly different." Meng Weiran slightly opened his eyes, watched the performance of those people in the distance, and nodded with satisfaction.

Recalling the ancient times in his dreams when such grand assemblies were held, those noisy and unruly scenes... Qin Feng didn't even want to recall them anymore, alright?

At nine o'clock, Kong Anping finished dismembering the body and tossed those disgusting internal organs straight into the ocean, saving himself the trouble of cleaning up.

Although his son Liu Dun had also sent a letter reporting that it was entirely due to employing the traitor Zhang Song's strategy, Liu Liu had been a ruler of men for many years, and there was one thing he still saw clearly: even without Zhang Song, presumably other Wang Songs or Li Songs would have emerged. He finally understood the sheer might of Liu Yong's strength.

However, Jiang Yu's sword-swinging speed did not slow down at all. Launching another close-range surprise attack, Hong Long naturally failed to evade in time.

"I have already killed her, and now only I am left. Save me, and I swear I will definitely repay you." Gao Jun kowtowed to Xiang Hao three times in a very humble manner.

Ye Ji walked into the utility room to prepare. Before closing the door, he deliberately glanced at the corner where the coffin was placed. The coffin sat there neatly, without the slightest trace of having been moved.

Lü Tianming fell into a trance, sinking deep into thought. He had never expected that Meng Tianzheng had actually endured such a tragedy of a shattered family. No wonder that when he first saw him, there always seemed to be an inexplicable sorrow and vicissitudes carried upon him.

The short distance was bridged in a split second. The Seven-Star Spear, which had originally been close to Zhu Tianpeng's waist, flashed out like lightning, the advancing triangular spearhead gleaming with a blinding, chilling light.

Everyone's will to fight was somewhat weak; after all, the Blood Clan was far too mighty, and before them, they were mere cannon fodder. Such combat was entirely meaningless.

Mao Yanfeng's expression was stern and fierce. The red-tasseled long spear in his hands transformed into all sorts of wondrous and fatal moves. Every strike came like a viper striking out, and the black Tang suit Fang Yi was wearing already had several tears in it.

"Why not come over to my house for a bite? There's still plenty of the porridge left from today, just heat it up and it's good to eat." The neighbor invited him warmly.