Chapter 54: Resting on His Shoulder

Little did they know, after they left the Demon-Hunting League, the assimilated villagers gradually grew ferocious and began slaughtering one another.

A few seconds later, the call appeared to have ended. He put down his phone and turned to look at Jiang Tang.

Song Zhiqiu plucked the vermilion fruit, cast a glance at it, and without a moment's hesitation, popped it into his mouth, bit it open, and swallowed it whole.

Before she even drew close, she heard muffled groans. An Qinglan's heart leaped with joy—it had succeeded! Yet before she could step forward to take a closer look—

Usually, nights were peaceful enough, but for some reason tonight, an inexplicable and distressing panic gripped her heart. She wanted to sleep yet was unable to, caught in a semi-conscious state where she seemed to be plagued by dreams.

The moment the green formation opened, Ming Yi shed her mortal attire and changed into a magnificent garment.

"This is Mr. Shen's work schedule for today." Erica's hand reached toward Ander's chest, her fiery red lips pressing against Ander's porcelain-white face, leaving behind her mark.

Fang Wang's words still carried considerable deterrent force. Once he announced that he would no longer accept challenges, not a single cultivator dared to act presumptuously at Sword Heaven Marsh, though cultivators eager to serve as sword attendants there arrived in a steady, endless stream.

Whether out of jealousy or some other unknown reason, after a certain night, not only was her face ruined, but her voice also turned hopelessly hoarse.

Aside from those destroyed by the giant crocodile, the boats remained intact. The grain soaked in seawater was inedible, but the Krupp field guns were still there. Out of the twenty thousand warriors who set sail, two thousand had sacrificed their lives along the way.

Xie Zhuo had not wasted his years. After leaving the capital, he traveled far south to the Jiangnan region, where he successively became a disciple of Shen Qiu, a preeminent and renowned Confucian scholar of Jiangnan. Combined with his solid foundation, his erudition was exceptionally profound.

More than a decade ago, right here, Western Expedition Commander Wang Xiao had ascended this mountain, only to be beheaded and displayed publicly for the crime of great disrespect upon his return.

However, they did not spend too much time on mutual romance, but instead continued walking up the mountain, persistently using their spiritual sense to search and probe.

Chen You saw that on Kuitan's model, piece after piece of heavy armor had been marked out. Particularly, a pair of specially shaped shield-guards on his arms were marked in red, crafted from tough adamantine alloy.

Thus, while entertaining the man, Feng Lili gave the fashionable fellow several flirtatious and suggestive hints.

As it turned out, whenever other cultivators came here to make a breakthrough in the past, they would naturally prepare the surrounding spiritual stones themselves. Now, because Yan Changlan was about to break through to the Golden Core stage, the Bai Mansion, wishing to forge a bond of good karma with him, had prepared fifty thousand low-grade spiritual stones as a modest form of support.

"No wonder Wang Shengnan walked over looking so shaken just now; it turns out she was frightened by you guys," Wan Bolin said with a sudden realization.

Operating on the principle that only a fool passes up a chance to make money, He Xi notified all of her close relatives and friends. As for whether they chose to place any bets, that was entirely their own business; she was merely passing along the information.

Chu Shen felt that Min Xi's voice sounded somewhat unusual. Lifting her chin to look at her face, he found her eyes swimming with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

Just moments ago, the outside invaders had attempted another demolition, yet the protective layer formed by the modified tools was not high-hardness armor, but rather a soft, adhesive-like layer that unexpectedly absorbed the brunt of the impact.

He turned around, and gone was the scholarly elegance he once possessed, replaced by a casual and cynical demeanor. "What is he here for? If he wants me to sign something, he should have just had someone send it over." Lazily tugging at his robes, he seated himself by the window.

The Princess Consort was like a supple viper, twining herself around Yun Yan. With endless friction of their bodies, her breath fragrant like orchids and her face flushed red like an apple, she was both endearing and stirring enough to set a man's blood on fire.

The squad leader was taken aback. This newly appointed Imperial Censor was truly unyielding, daring to speak to the young master of the Bai family in such a manner.

Qi Nianxin only then realized she was pressed completely flat against his chest. Her face burned like fire, her heart beat like a drum, and her stiff, awkward fingers barely managed to push him back by a fraction of a distance.

The emergence of the Heaven-Splitting Axe caused a surge of acute urgency in Luo Hu's heart. No longer daring to harbor the thought of destroying Yin and Yang Old Ancestor without cost, he began to fight with desperate fury.

Finally, the sound of an infant's cry reached them, bringing unbounded joy to the group anxiously waiting outside the delivery room.

Afterwards, he deliberately deployed his defenses according to a fake tactical map, thereby confusing the enemy's vision and making it impossible for them to distinguish the true from the false.

This meant that the Black Fox Sword would be utterly obliterated. Yun Yan intended to use the burning Black Fox Sword to perish together with Alimu.

Gazing upon this spiritual root, Hongyun asked in astonishment, "How much merit did you gift it? It has actually grown from a top-grade innate spiritual root to a supreme-grade innate spiritual root, falling scarcely short of your younger brother's ginseng fruit tree!" He directed the final sentence toward Zhenyuanzi.

All of this was premised on a lack of money; had wealth been present, none of this would have transpired.

Everyone exchanged glances, at a loss for words, all of them having lost the boundless joy they felt at the very beginning.

"Bao'er, come call him Daddy, this is Daddy." Mother Jin skillfully hauled the child out from behind her waist and pushed him forward toward Ling Yue.

At this thought, Bai Ling looked down at her figure—neither completely flat nor possessing much to speak of—and could not help but sigh.

The sicker one was, the less one could go begging; the less one could go begging, the weaker one's body became. How could one avoid collapsing?