Chapter 109: Merely the Intersection of Two Lines

"Yes, that person loves to eat that." When speaking of the one he loves, the corners of Cheng Yanran’s mouth lifted slightly, spilling over with a warmth so tender it could have melted an iceberg.

The girl showed no surprise, as if this were exactly what she had expected. After all, six years had passed, and surely they had both found their own happiness. How wonderful! She could finally set her mind at ease. The curve of her cherry lips deepened. "You must be happy, Senior! You really must." Her voice was soft and delicate, yet filled with sincere and heartfelt wishes.

Cheng Yanran gazed into her eyes, understanding her intent, and smiled gently. "Yes, I will. And you, too—" Seeing what she was holding in her hand...

Feeling the scorching heat of the flames as they grazed his skin, the man from the Rain Master Clan froze, unable to move. As Wang Hui’s fire passed, Nie Feng flicked his finger.

It was a pity that Shen Chongming possessed such discerning eyes; he saw through their scheme at a single glance. Perhaps it was fate; it seemed Shen Chongming was truly the nemesis of the Wuwei Sect.

"Pigs think the same thing." This time it was Yan Yumeng who answered. After speaking, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle; it was a truly tricky question.

"Pretend to be Dongfang Bing’s boyfriend? Do you even know each other?" Deng Yun was a top student at Harvard, known for cutting straight to the heart of the matter, so she asked quite bluntly.

The medical staff gave their usual post-donation instructions, mostly about diet and avoiding strenuous exercise. Ling Feng thought quite lecherously about that kind of "strenuous exercise," though he guessed it probably wouldn't matter.

Leng Huating stopped in his tracks, his thick, elegant brows furrowing once more. He looked back steadily at the Crown Prince, and after a long moment, he turned and strode away without a word.

Watching Jiang Chen’s retreating figure, a wave of fury surged within her. Zhou Lan wished she could skin Jiang Chen alive and drink his blood; even that might not satisfy her hatred. It would be best to whip his corpse after he died.

Upon hearing Nie Feng’s words, Hao Liu’s expression turned strange once again. With a resolute turn, he went to Hao Tian’s side. At that moment, Hao Tian had already opened a spatial rift, and the group from the Witch Temple departed through the portal.

"It’s in the past. I know you couldn't help it, so why talk about forgiveness..." I gave a bitter laugh. With both of our lives hanging by a thread, this beauty was actually talking about such things.

"Hmm, you’ve become stronger." Qiao Jiefu stared intently at Long Yunfeng, the shock in his eyes clear; he could no longer see through him.

Xu Xuan remained the same as always. The next day, he set up his stall just as before, bringing no money and turning no one away. Sometimes he played three games at once, speaking with a Western Shu accent—he didn't look like someone trying to make a living in Chang'an, but rather someone looking to stir up trouble.

With a little more room in his finances, Ye Linghan felt it was time to buy a car; after all, relying solely on his two legs was often very inconvenient.

The divine ape roared, the sound waves exploding like water balloons. Ignoring the entanglement of the white silk threads, it collided head-on with the blue bird.

"Uh, are you referring to this bank card? It was retrieved from beneath the body; it appears to have been pinned under the deceased," the officer replied.

Ye Linghan instructed the front desk staff that, aside from his three daily meals, they were not to disturb him at any other time, including daily housekeeping. After receiving a few crisp red banknotes, they agreed immediately, promising that even if terrorists arrived, they wouldn't let them disturb him.

The man with the bone chain and his two lackeys were startled. They turned to look and saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen sitting on the ground, calmly gnawing on a chestnut.

The astonishing thunderbolts bombed down in round after round, striking the same point on the back of the ladle until it gradually began to crack. When the final green bolt descended, the girl's "tortoise shell" defense finally collapsed completely, revealing her true form.

It is no wonder there are so many ultra-ancient ruins on Earth. This universe is so vast; it is hard to believe that Earth is the only place with such powerful beings. If that were the case, then if all the world’s powerhouses gathered here to protect this world from invasion, the existence of these ruins would make perfect sense.