Chapter 87: Hostility
Standing at the doorway, her eyes clear as a mountain spring swept inside, catching a flicker of light. The luxurious carpet, the romantic pink canopy, the fresh yet non-cliché decor, and the simple, stylish elegance of the furnishings—all of it made a stunning impression. No wonder this was Suite 888; it truly was lavish and comfortable.
Just as she was about to step in, she keenly sensed something unusual. Testing the air with a cautious breath, she suddenly felt a bit dizzy, her vision blurring inexplicably.
Ah, despicable people always resort to such petty tricks. It was truly exhausting.
She shot a glance at the system beside her, which was so angry it was gritting its teeth. The system, catching her meaning immediately, swiftly tapped twice and blocked it out...
“Brother, that was just a reflex!” Ye Diao hurriedly explained with a cheeky grin, “How about this—you kick me again, and I promise I won’t dodge!” As he spoke, Ye Diao straightened up, putting on a solemn expression.
To be honest, he didn’t like Roka very much; even if those soldiers survived, they would only end up as fools.
He couldn’t control his legs and rushed toward the window. As soon as he reached it, he saw nothing but darkness outside. Tonight was a moonless night, the stars dim, and with the room brightly lit, it was impossible to see anything beyond the glass. Eunuch Huo’s heart gave a jolt. Just as he tried to turn back, a sharp pain shot through his chest.
In an unknown, chaotic space, Chu Xinghan did not know how long he had been asleep. All he knew was that when he awoke, before his eyes stretched an endless haze and darkness.
Noticing Miss Zhang’s discomfort, Jin Jin felt a little apologetic for his slow reaction. In truth, he had only spoken instinctively, but he still knew the reason: it was simply those few arrogant, powerful clans—nobody dared provoke them.
Originally, Xu Fan had planned to use this staged death to escape the control of Old Mu and his men, but now it seemed Old Mu had already noticed something was amiss. The ruse of feigning death was now meaningless.
For over twenty years, sheltered by his family’s prosperity, he had never known the true meaning of grievance.
Wei Wu was still riding high on his own importance, when someone called his name. Looking up, he was so startled he cried out, “Oh, my!” His hand trembled, and he nearly gutted Yuan Bin for real.
Dongfang Yuping was about to call Yue Ying, who was lost in thought outside, to join everyone in boarding the Swallowing Heaven Gourd time machine to enter the Sacred Land World when a new possibility suddenly occurred to him.
His miraculous strike not only felled the man but also shattered the Axe Gang’s pride.
“We seized the opportunity—a critical hit!” Li Tian suddenly declared. The Tang blade in his hand swung down fiercely. Guo Tian barely had time to raise his own weapon in defense, but one must not forget: Li Tian’s beast soul equipment was of mutant grade, far superior to Guo Tian’s primitive-grade beast soul broadsword.
Looking back, Lemon wore a smile, but in her gaze, as she met Han Fairy’s eyes, it seemed as if sparks flashed between them.
KII’s hand trembled slightly, then with a soft chuckle, he reached out and placed his palm atop the young boy’s head.
In this relatively stable society, it was virtually impossible to leave and develop elsewhere, for similar development groups already existed in other places.
This was Bai Pingting’s first time speaking. Her voice, clear and bright as an empty mountain valley, was mesmerizing.
The others were used to the old man’s ways. Using auditory arts was extremely taxing, especially at his age, when he was already frail and weak.
A voice resounded through heaven and earth. In that instant, an area thousands of miles around was directly suppressed by Li Dong. The hellish creatures exploded one after another, destroyed by the overwhelming force of Li Dong’s will, which erupted in full, unleashing a terrifying pressure.
Thus, Ye Niantian and his current—and only—wife began their romance only after breaking through to the early stage of Nine-Star Saint.
Lin Hao reminded Han that from the very start of building the house, he had already been a monk. This was the true nature of spiritual energy refined from timber, suffusing his body with the spirit and essence of heaven and earth.