28 Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Her thoughts suddenly drifted far away, and consequently, her body offered no resistance to Qin Yuan’s assault.
“Junior Sister, are you alright?” Dugu Yi, Pang Hongjun, and the others rushed over immediately, asking with concern, while Dugu Mengyu stepped forward to support her.
“So there really were others.” Lance gave a bitter smile; this trip to Civalle was proving to be truly calamitous.
When the Ice Dragon heard this, it sounded pleasant at first, but why did it feel a bit strange later on?
Many curious wizards perished under the eerie, twisting forces outside the secret realm, while others decided to wait and see how things would unfold.
Lance’s intuition was sharp; if there was truly a disturbance in the Heart of the Demon, the source must be the Well of Nature.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Zhao Meng’s forehead, and he gritted his teeth tightly, at a loss for what to do.
Byakugan glanced at Golden Horn, then continued to stare, his body surging with even more potent chakra. Threads of chakra transformed into swirling snowflakes; nearby, Golden Horn’s five tails and limbs were already frozen. If given just a little more time, Golden Horn would be completely encased in ice.
However, what reassured the Su clan wizards was that the succubus appeared noticeably weaker after unleashing that golden fireball.
Especially with people met online, sometimes your wholehearted devotion might only win a moment of someone’s emotion, but they won’t necessarily remember you the moment they see you.
“Eh, what’s the point of worrying? You still can’t help, can you? Let’s just go find him first thing tomorrow morning, alright?”
Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, practiced the Laws of Fire and possessed the most explosive temper. Feeling impatient and eager for battle, he brandished a broad, fiery-red blade and charged toward Tai Yi.
But after seeing the gate wreathed in chaotic energy behind Lin Yi, Ao Luan abandoned all lingering delusions.
That night, more than half of the Owl Tribe’s beastmen gathered together, watching a battle between warriors.

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The Fu family did not care about the older generation’s talk of physiognomists suffering from the "five impairments and three disasters." The Fu family were not fools; had they not seen how well the Wang family lived and how prosperous their descendants were?
She slowly sat down beside her father’s coffin, lost in her own thoughts.
In other words, whether among humans or the demon realm, there are many talented individuals, but luck is not something that necessarily follows talent.
In an instant, Man Ba’s eyes widened. Ignoring the terrifying heat all around, he lunged forward, attempting to snatch the chestnut from the fire—to seize the fragments of the Myriad Demon Slayer from the hands of Yazi.
He had volunteered to help this time entirely for her sake, and she could not make things too difficult for her old companion.
“That’s two already. I’ll go check; you two chat amongst yourselves.” Gu Qingcheng did not disturb the teacher and student as they reminisced and went to the backyard instead.
Yet every time, she and this taciturn man would at most exchange a smile and a nod; they had never spoken a single word to each other.
Bagua Wan Ning: Niannian, I’ve decided, I’m going to watch the show. You need to have your own ideas. Come on, we all believe in you.
Just moments ago, they had all joined forces and were still no match for a single palm strike from Xie Ming. Now, Gu Tianshu was severely wounded and lacked the strength to fight back; he certainly could not be a match for Xie Ming.
Lowering her eyes, she subconsciously shifted to the side, but You Niannian, completely unaware, continued talking to her agent.
“It’s fine, getting a little wet in the rain is no big deal. Besides, it’s not far from here, I didn’t get that wet,” Lin Luo said nonchalantly.
Everyone was very tired yesterday, and since Su Nian and the other three stayed up quite late, the other four didn’t wake them today and went out to play on their own. It was a rare trip to Lijiang, so naturally, they wanted to see the scenery. Whether it was the famous Erhai Lake or the Lijiang Ancient Town, both were worth a good visit.
Later, due to the Emperor’s favor, he specially requested a quota to send her to Changting, saying he didn’t care about her academic achievements, only that she might gain an understanding of the world. But unexpectedly, an incident occurred the day before she was to leave for Changting.
Sensitive to sound, Kim Taeyeon couldn’t help but glance at Lin Cang, but she didn’t overthink it, turned back, and continued filming the MV according to the script.

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But a capitalist is a capitalist; even if it was their own fault, they would not allow You Niannian to bully them.
A wicked dragon lay in wait at Leili Cliff, devouring luck. How could the Miaowu Villa be completely unaware? As the direct disciple of the sect leader, Fairy Fanluo knew the ins and outs of the wicked dragon’s history. When Ping Jialuo was alive, he had taken her to patrol the edge of the cliff, warning her never to let the wicked dragon cross the rainbow.
Wang Hao woke from his stupor, and as he smelled the medicinal soup, a rich, fragrant aroma rushed toward him, making his appetite stir uncontrollably.
Ye Chu understood Ye Jiarou’s personality with pinpoint accuracy. Even if Ye Jiarou wore perfume, she wouldn’t use too much because she didn’t want people to know she had meticulously dressed up.
Seeing the other party remain indifferent, the Demon King was not annoyed; he simply and patiently arranged the food from the tray onto the table one by one.
“Alright, alright, stop with the sweet talk. You don’t need to do it for my sake, although I don’t think they seem like unreasonable people. Guangfenglong is said to be the capital of the Huai merchants, and they even claim to be your fellow townsmen abroad. How could they have offended you?” Li Zhao couldn’t help but ask.
Heixuanfeng was secretly pleased. Unlike Heixuanfeng, as the dean of the 72nd Academy, he had long known of Yu Qiu’s legendary deeds. Winning Yu Qiu over seemed like a brilliant move.
On that open space, a silver-white war chariot had appeared. Its smooth, dazzling body carried a hint of intriguing luster—it was truly a top-tier war chariot! Without equal.
Everyone heard the sound of arrows flying outside, clattering and clinking, with many arrows even embedding themselves into their doors and windows.
Xie Mao had already lunged toward the exit of the aircraft. Below was the starship’s still-open docking bay, and beneath that, a vast sea of clouds, thousands of meters high, amidst the thin air and fierce, gale-force winds.