Volume 1, Chapter 45: Don't Make It Next Time

Bai Nannan was originally only pretending to sleep, but Shen Yechuchu did not know what was wrong with her today; as soon as she arrived, she began to knead and pinch her quite roughly.

She originally intended to endure it, but Shen Yechuchu's hands became heavier and heavier, and she could not help letting out a muffled groan.

Hearing her voice, Shen Yechuchu seemed to finally snap out of it, frowning as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Knowing that his opponent was seeking death, Xiao Mian let out a light sigh, and a wisp of elusive inspiration flashed through his mind. Guided by that flash of inspiration, Xiao Mian extended his right hand straight, pointing his index finger, and an invisible wave of energy surged toward the Dragon King who was courting death.

However, all of these people had miscalculated one thing. Formidable though the Demon-诛 Array was, it imposed very few restrictions upon him. On the contrary, several sixth-tier masters were all suppressed by the Demon-诛 Array.

Taking a ruthless stance, Zixin Lian channeled all the power within the Great Array of the Yellow Springs Dead Prison into it, which was equivalent to stuffing an entire sea of blood inside.

Since things had reached this point, Wang Zhengye had undoubtedly made up his mind to completely ignore his subordinates.

The emperor limply slipped from his chair to the ground, and the eunuchs lurking in the shadows all leaped out, exhausting every means to administer aid.

Inside the military camp, she had already drunk quite a bit of rice wine, and upon arriving at the imperial commissioner's temporary residence, she drank some specially prepared sweet wine. Although those wines tasted sweet, their alcohol content was far higher than that of rice wine. The pastries had been specially made by the Madam, incorporating some culinary techniques from the Leopard Chamber, and finally, a pot of spiced aphrodisiac wine was served.

The Dragon King's dying words were naturally not meant to seek revenge on Xiao Mian; rather, they were a disguised reminder. However, while Xiao Mian knew of the Demon Shadow Sect, he knew nothing of the Deity Demon Palace.

Therefore, those cavalrymen showed no surprise at the appearance of the Pride, most likely because they had seen something similar before.

"I am not seducing him. Where are you taking him? And why are you still hiding it from me?" Yang Yingying pouted and huffed.

The blooming giant red lotus, before the Dragon Emperor's Halberd stabbed down, folded its petals layer by layer, heavily enveloping Zixin Lian within.

The driver took the money and counted it; it was exactly five thousand. Stroking that thick stack of banknotes, he felt an indescribable sense of delight in his heart.

"Of course I don't regret it; it is entirely voluntary. What are you afraid I might regret?" Gongsun Xian'er's eyes were filled with anticipation.

"They actually still delusionally hoped to put pressure on the United States to find someone here—what a joke! They were mercilessly rebuffed! The governor said, this is our territory, and no one is allowed to act recklessly!" Sandong said arrogantly.

Lin Xiaofeng stood in his spot, stunned for a long time as well, never expecting this fellow to be so unable to withstand a blow.

However, Hayu did not readily agree, because he had only exchanged a single move with Long Yunfeng and did not know Long Yunfeng's specific cultivation level. If Long Yunfeng proved no match for Remiel and died on the spot, not only would he lose a friend, but he would also lose face. Thus, his gaze turned to Long Yunfeng, seeking his opinion.

The sole requirement was for the government to grant certain privileges to facilitate their search for the Hall of the Dead.

After everyone had engaged in deep exchanges, they discovered that compared to Chu Wangshu, it seemed as if they themselves were the rogue cultivators, while he was the true orthodox successor of the Daoist gates.

As for the Twelve Apostles side, things were relatively calm; Baishui Qing did not show excessive surprise, as if she had guessed it long ago. Everyone gathered in the main hall of the Demon God Palace, wanting to discuss this matter, but no one could hash out any conclusion.

"Master, this body is far too frail. Moreover, there are numerous scars upon it," the mutant silverfish said with a trace of regret.

Stroberri and Doberman stared solemnly at the huge map of the East Sea on the wall. After receiving news once again that no trace of William's group had been found, neither of them spoke a word.

Seized with great alarm, Qin Yibai hurriedly reached out to support the meteorite, extending his primordial energy to conduct a rapid inspection. Fortunately, the meteorite was undamaged, otherwise they would have found themselves in a highly vulnerable position.