Chapter 63: A Hero Saving a Damsel in Distress

In the dance floor, the figures of the wildly dancing crowd swayed and distorted within her somewhat blurred vision.

As they swayed, she suddenly felt an onslaught of dizziness, and the lights and figures before her eyes began to spin.

She slammed her hand against her forehead, her heart sinking with a thud—it was that drink from earlier!

A scorching heat rapidly and uncontrollably rose across her face, and her limbs grew somewhat weak, both clearly confirming her judgment.

A strong sense of danger...

Walking dazedly to the restroom, Siyue splashed cold water on her face. Once fully sobered up, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Amidst Mao Yi's probing, Shan Zheng unwittingly let slip his intention to direct a movie.

"I acquired this thirty years ago, and to this day I still don't know its origin. I only know it is a Soul Tool, and it doesn't have much use for me. I am handing it to you now. This Soul Tool does not yet have a name, so you should give it one," said the Grandmaster.

System: The host only needs to tightly grasp the other person's hand, and one-third of that person's life events will appear on the screen.

Sima Buyi was rather easy to deal with. Chen Chu had Chu Yi issue an ultimatum to the Sima family: if they didn't come and take Sima Buyi back immediately, they would bear the consequences. Terrified, the Sima family rushed over the very next day and forcibly dragged the newly released Sima Buyi back into the Sima clan.

Among these fans, we must deduct those who followed previously and haven't unfollowed, as well as those who have already grown disappointed with him. Taking half of this total into account, it comes out to roughly 3 million.

This was an exceptionally spacious clearing, roughly a hundred meters wide and long. Three of its sides were jagged mountain cliffs, all embedded with luminescent night pearls that cast a hazy white light, illuminating the entire clearing as bright as day.

Tang Hao nodded, while Titan looked at Chen Qu with utter astonishment, clearly unable to believe this was true. Yet, thinking that Tang Hao had no reason to deceive him, he chose to believe it as fact.

Chen Yidong smoked two more cigarettes downstairs before slowly walking up the stairs. When he pushed open the door upstairs, he saw Qinghuan sitting on the sofa, hugging her knees and sitting completely motionless.

Qingwei gave a light cough and said, "His Elder Majesty the Demon God is still in the Divine Realm, and has now entrusted me to become the Demon God's Emissary. Strictly speaking, shouldn't I be considered an insider of the Dark Temple?"

Ren Sinian's soft and gentle voice was like a breath of spring breeze, melting away all the gloom Leng Yi had accumulated over the past few days.

Previously, they were still weighing the situation, hesitating whether to continue the attack or retreat. They never expected that in the blink of an eye, the tide would instantly reverse, leaving them with no choice but to retreat.

After flying at high speed for the better part of a day, the ice and snow receded, and sparse, cold-resistant plants gradually began to appear underneath. Before long, trees gathered into forests, revealing an endless primeval dense forest before their eyes. With ice and snow pressing down upon the leaves and vines, the entire world was clad in silver, resembling a crystal palace—spotless, pure white, and dazzlingly brilliant.

"Rise." Ye Ziluo was very satisfied. Both he and Gao Yue were indeed urgently in need of manpower, and besides, Lu Renge radiated a clear aura and possessed a steadfast will; he was quite a good talent.

Taishi Ci was no fool. For the battle, he ordered Ling Tong to lead three thousand troops to flank the Qin army's rear. He actually harbored the ambition of annihilating this entire ten-thousand-strong force of the Qin army right at the stronghold.

"Zhong your mother!" Wang Yiqing glared at him irritably. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass.

Looking at the man's icy gaze and listening to his sarcastic words, Zhang Lu felt an inexplicable, wrenching pain in her heart... Does he really look down on me this much? Is what I've done truly unforgivable?

P.S.: The above P.S. might seem baffling to everyone, because it was written before my revision. The plot I originally wrote was that Xingluo personally killed Long Ji and then went on a killing spree, slaughtering the entire Fusang diplomatic delegation.