Chapter 29: Standing Together Implies Complicity

The hotel room remained dark.

She kept her eyes closed, savoring his kisses, her arms draped over his shoulders. Her body, once frozen by the icy wilderness, began to melt; it was impossible to tell if the moisture on her nose was sweat or water.

He accommodated her slow-blooming passion, kissing her with dense, lingering fervor. With an upward tug, he discarded her sweater, his broad back muscles tensing, then hollowing as he pushed her clothes up, beads of perspiration rolling along his smooth, defined spine.

Zhao Baitong returned...

The current battlefield was as bizarre as it could possibly be, no less intense than the duel between the Nightmare Emperor and the Swordless Emperor.

What shocked them even more was that atop the diving Flame Sword Eagle Emperor stood a handsome youth... their perceptions were completely overturned.

The cloud-like Void Fruit emitted a faint, ethereal fragrance; a single breath was enough to make one feel refreshed and light of heart.

Sinister winds stirred in the forest, and the sound of horns had not yet ceased; such a clamorous night left one feeling utterly unsettled.

He had clearly come prepared this time, and judging by his demeanor, this was far more than a simple quest for vengeance.

"Very well, there is no time to lose. Let us set out immediately. What do you think, Elder Ling?" Chixiao asked, rubbing his hands together.

Once detonated, they would be blown to pieces beyond recognition. As for disposing of the remains, there were so many carnivores in the forest that they would naturally be drawn by the scent of blood; Chen Xuan was not worried about the cleanup.

"Three days is enough for General Zhu to raise his troops and come to our aid," Zhao Zi'an replied, though his tone clearly lacked conviction.

"Old Snake, Brother Jiao, allow me to handle this," the burly man of the Tiger Clan said with a grin, volunteering himself.

"Li Anbo?" She walked toward the living room, then noticed the sound of water from the bathroom, realizing Li Anbo was bathing. She sat obediently on the sofa to wait. Before long, however, she felt uneasy and afraid, especially with the news playing on the television. *Why does Li Anbo like watching the news so much?* she wondered.

His physique was robust, and even though his face was obscured by grayish mist, one could tell at a glance that he possessed the stereotypical look of a villain.

That said, Shen Feng could tell that there was no hint of apology in Li Shiqing's voice; it was filled instead with resentment.

Li Yunran was truly glad for her foresight. Fortunately, she had contacted her dorm mates yesterday and asked them to come downstairs to meet her; otherwise, she might not have even found her dormitory today.

From February 27th to March 1st, a span of over two days, Ou Ou had received about a hundred messages. Wang Dabai accounted for seventy of them, while the rest came mostly from two friends noted as Lu Chuan and Xiong Ansui, whose messages echoed the same sentiments as Wang Dabai's.

In the carriage, our Auntie Tao Yinghong also whipped out a homemade dagger; the former chemistry teacher had transformed into an assassin in the blink of an eye.

Lost in some thought, Wang Shengnan sighed softly, then turned to look at her husband.

However, his spiritual power was slowly recovering; he believed it wouldn't be long before he could use the Heavenly Eye again with ease.

One had to realize that Li Yunran had only recently started live-streaming her singing, and she hadn't had time to record in a studio. It was difficult to find her songs online, so how could Shen Ruilin already know how to sing them?

When the LGD top, mid, and jungle players converged on his Ryze in a triangular formation, a sense of despair flooded his heart.

"No, I only just arrived a short while ago." Ever since Chen Yunhe appeared, Zhuang Qingyan’s eyes had been entirely fixed on him, leaving no room for anything else.

Bai Ni narrowed his eyes, unsure of what scheme Ye Xing was hatching, but had he known, he would have only dismissed it with a disdainful laugh.

As if struck by a sudden thought, Ying Yi’s pupils shifted, her gaze falling upon her own racket, and her eyes instantly constricted.