039. Vicious Hound at the Door

When it comes to speed, Li Yalin is already on par with Bert, but his most miraculous feat is his ability to teleport instantaneously. He reached out and pulled Leng Huanyu closer into his embrace, resting his chin on her forehead, and as he contemplated the past, he interlaced his fingers with hers.

Just then, a tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared ahead, slowly walking toward her. Even so, she still lacked a sensory understanding of her own tasks and mission.

Ping-ge’er had finished his meal and was in good spirits, so Baoxin carried him to Baoyue’s courtyard. No sooner had she reached the entrance than she heard the crisp, sweet laughter of Ling-jie’er.

Her eyes grew slightly blurred as she looked at him; she could not understand why he was so unable to let go. It was not as if it were a major issue, and she knew her own body well enough.

Unexpectedly, just a month later, news arrived that the Retired Emperor had gone to Nanxun on an incognito visit, only to be hacked to death by rebels who mistook him for a wealthy merchant.

Before the word "family" had fully left her lips, her expression turned abruptly cold. Nails flew from her mouth, striking directly toward the Night King’s brow.

"Jing'an Temple isn't going anywhere, but the Master certainly will," Shen Xiang teased from the side.

Supplies—the supplies the villagers needed were on their trucks, and they could not afford to waste any more time. They had already spent quite a while on the road; if they were to follow A-Jing to the next stop now, they were unsure if they could even save the majority of the cargo.

Yan Rutang felt the weight of those two gazes from above, feeling both stifled and aggrieved. After all, who could blame her? The eldest imperial sister was simply too terrifying.

He, too, wanted to go and catch a glimpse of the scenery beneath that bridal veil, and he longed to lift that red cloth himself. But he dared not; he was afraid that jealousy would consume him, that he would be unable to restrain himself and try to snatch her away, even though he knew he could never succeed.

"Is Father feeling any better?" Seeing the maid arrive with the decoction, she quickly took it and handed it to Hua Xiren. She knew that Hua Xiren had always insisted on personally attending to Yun Chong, especially when it came to his medicine, where she was exceptionally cautious. There was no room for anyone else to intervene; she could only offer the bowl.

Ji Xuefei felt a warmth spread through her body. Her expression toward the man shifted as she clutched at the collar of her robe.

Chu Tiankuo’s mouth twitched noticeably, his face set in an expression of extreme restraint. He was not angry, but rather experiencing an indescribable, strange sensation.

Although he appeared quite furious, he still shielded her tightly, blocking the prying eyes of those around them.

If the Feng clan were to fall into the hands of Feng Yalan, it might no longer be the Feng clan they once knew.

Mo Fengye arched her brows slightly. When they had first arrived at Galing Academy, many students had looked at them with contempt. Setting aside the fact that they had openly demanded ten spots for the Purple Spirit Realm, their origin from a lower plane alone was enough to earn them the disdain of many.

Thus, this watershed from the Beast Transformation level to the Divine Beast level was, in truth, far more difficult and perilous than breaking through to any higher rank.

As Mo Fengye and her companions stepped into the passage to the Eternal Domain, Cang Yichen prepared to open the entrance. Unlike those from the outside world who wished to reach the Eternal Domain—for whom finding the entrance was incredibly difficult and often resulted in returning empty-handed—he had his own methods.

His neck lacked even a trace of warmth, and there were marks on his skin as if he had been dragged. What was most significant was that the mountain demon’s eyes remained open, and they were not rolled back.

Just as he reached the mouth of the well, a head leaned over. Ye Qing panicked and let go, beginning to fall instantly, but the owner of the head grabbed Ye Qing’s hand, holding him suspended in mid-air.

"Elder Ji, kill them! They injured my guards and friends—this is a provocation against the Zhao family!" the gorgeously dressed young man pointed at Xu Tian and Li Hu and shouted.

The two sat on the sofa as Zhao Hao projected a hologram displaying various items. Zhao Hao gestured, and images of several Devil Fruits appeared.

When everything finally ended, in the midst of the profound silence, Ye Qing seemed to hear the cry of an infant. Perhaps it was an illusion, but it had sounded far too clear.

"This?" Gordon glanced at Batman. Some of the questions Liang Dong asked were things he had also wondered about for a long time. To be honest, not knowing Batman’s true identity always left a thorn in his side, no matter how much Gordon trusted him.

Xiao Yan swore that once he paid off his debts, he would never trust Zhou Yixian again. If he ever encountered the man, he would hide far away and avoid him entirely.

For the past two days, she had clearly sensed that Cao Yue was busy with something; otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed off in such a hurry early this morning.

"Commander, look at what you’re saying. Isn't this arsenal your own home? You can enter whenever you like; would I ever be able to stop you?" Yang Fei said.

Zhang Shaozhuo withdrew her gaze from the door curtain and continued to monitor the room. The totems on the ceilings of every room remained, and the door she had kicked open the day before still stood wide, a footprint-shaped indentation left upon it. On the wall behind her, the blood she had splattered the day before had now faded into mere water stains.

Xiao Haochen heard Nie Feng speaking with such confidence that, knowing nothing of formations himself, he decided not to press for details; it was far too technical for him to understand.

"Aside from sleeping together, there is another benefit—one that you men dream of. Are you sure you don’t want it? If you don’t, don’t you dare regret it," Tang Baobao said mysteriously.

Zhao Xue’s beautiful eyes swept over Yang Tian, and then, with a flash, she struck out with a palm, landing squarely on Kuang Long’s middle dantian.