Chapter 38: Together in Life, United in Death

Ji Jing felt a sense of contentment and pulled her closer, lowering his head to kiss her hair. He loved the way she looked when she said she loved him, and the way she relied on him; it was a feeling he had never experienced before. Gu Ze’s warning was correct; he seemed to be paying far too much attention to her. Yet, he saw no issue with it; instead, he found himself sinking deeper into her tenderness. He had her love.

The strength of the Totem Warriors left the Qi people utterly shocked. The fallen comrade, while not the strongest among them, was still one of the best in the army, yet he could only hold out for a moment against them. This realization filled their hearts with terror. In other words, any offensive skills were meaningless against me; here, you can only survive through means other than brute force.

Mining and engineering are sectors prone to fatal accidents; how could Liao Zhiming possibly avoid them in his line of work?

"I'm so tired!" Chen Ailing covered her mouth with her hand and stifled a yawn, her face etched with exhaustion.

The cohesion of a nation-state is terrifyingly powerful. Whether the Great Qi survives or falls, future generations will always share a common name: the Qi people. This title remains regardless of whether dynasties change or foreign invaders arrive; the Qi people will always be the Qi people.

Not to mention those handbags costing a hundred or two hundred thousand—even at a ninety percent discount, they would still cost ten or twenty thousand.

"Pfft!" Her anxious heart settled. This had been Liu Hui’s promise to begin with; she was just looking for a pillar of support, a warm embrace. As long as Zhao Xiang didn't abandon her, it didn't matter if she stayed outside or at his home—as long as she was in this man’s heart, she was home.

The crowd was bewildered by Bu Mian’s techniques, and after a moment of stunned silence, they scrambled away toward their homes in a panic.

The thick scent of blood did not make him feel the slightest bit of discomfort. The blood dripping from the corner of his mouth made him look like a demon crawled out of hell. Wang Yaohua undoubtedly pampered this son; otherwise, he would never have developed such a perverse personality.

Zhu Huahua’s cheeks were puffed out as she chewed on the fruit, taking two bites to finish it. Neither the rabbit nor the wolf spoke; one was happy to eat, and the other was happy to feed.

As for the Demon King, although Louise had never seen one, judging by the many worlds destroyed by the Demon Race, the Demon King’s strength was likely at the legendary tenth tier—the end point of evolution, a god who has ascended.

The villa’s grand hall was magnificent, with fine marble embedded in all four walls and rare emeralds covering the entire floor.

He swiped his fingertip on the screen, and seeing no new messages, he tossed his phone onto the coffee table in irritation.

Its pouncing movement froze in mid-air as its flower-bud head drooped, revealing a large hand gripping its vine-like body.

Unfortunately, Chu Sheng had no idea which of the five "Great Sages" was in contact with the demons. Clearly, he was just a pawn and possessed no further intelligence.

Seeing the unusual expressions on the two men, Dai Mubai took a few quick strides to stand beside Yang Wudi.

Yao Jian and Kong Jie finally understood what An Zhe meant and couldn't help but secretly admire Miao Peilong’s quick wit.

"The banquet will last for seven days, intended to help more beastmen injured by the man-eating flowers. If the various tribes can exchange information and share resources, I believe it will greatly alleviate the suffering of those injured beastmen." — Invitation Message.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the note, feeling a prickle of irritation. She wrote forcefully: "Why is that Sento Isuzu sitting next to you?" If anyone claimed Sento Isuzu had no ulterior motive, Kasumigaoka Utaha wouldn't believe it even if she died. If she had no motive, why go to such great lengths to move her seat next to Yi Le?

The remaining three giant scorpions, smelling the blood on the ground, lunged once more, devouring both the nose and the giant scorpion that had been killed. After this feast, the three giant scorpions clearly grew stronger, and they went mad, pouncing toward Lousu.