27 The Man-Eating Mansion (Twenty-Three)

Landy remained noncommittal. After a moment, she spoke with a hint of suppressed anger, "That you have survived until today is, it must be said, a gift from the Demon Palace. If a great upheaval has truly occurred in the place of punishment, it is no concern of the Heaven Mystic Sect; why then do you feel the need to hide it from the Demon Palace?"

A thought stirred within his mind: if those punished in the forbidden zone had truly escaped, the people in Fallen City would likely face mass slaughter. Those people were hiding in their homes, waiting for an opportunity when they would no longer need to conceal themselves, while simultaneously leaving the area in batches under the arrangements of the Ghostly Evil.

Lei had gone out once and successfully solved this difficult problem. For a high-level immortal practitioner like Li Zhen, who enjoyed such great prestige in the secular world, such a problem was of no consequence at all.

However, before he could speak, King Liao, Yang Jian, who stood at the head of the right side, stepped out of the ranks in full view of everyone, his face bearing a look of triumph. Step by step, he ascended the dais, and finally, with composed ease, sat upon the dragon throne. Sitting there, he was radiant, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

A forced march sounds like a simple phrase, but in reality, Liang Feng and Han Qi suffered hardships unprecedented on this journey. Even though he had practiced horseback riding diligently, he was nearly shaken to pieces this time. Fortunately, thanks to Di Qing’s constant care along the way, they galloped for two days and two nights and finally reached the fortress gate.

"Uh, what?" Jin Yuan did not quite catch what Tang Yanan had said and asked subconsciously.

As Landy pondered these things, deep red sparks flickered in her pupils, yet she herself could not see them.

With fourteen games remaining, this was not too difficult a task for the Cleveland Cavaliers.

"Those in the Destiny Realm are indeed hard to kill." Jian Yi frowned, manipulating the Flame Gu flying sword in a few more passes to hack Ling Fangqiong’s physical body into countless fragments.

After finishing his official duties, Liang Feng felt much more relaxed. He returned with high spirits to continue the cause of basic education in the Great Song with Chengcheng. Progress had been good over the past few days; he had already drawn over a hundred illustrations. At this rate, the fruits of the labor of Liang Feng's family of three would soon be realized.

This time, Zhang Huaizhi was truly shaken. It was not because of the other party's mecha combat skills, nor their lavish generosity, but because he genuinely felt the respect Zhang Yuan held for him.

At the mouth of the canyon, only demonic mercenaries waited. They held an absolute advantage in strength and numbers, and possessed many experts. Upon hearing the sound, they broke into loud, raucous laughter.

There is a kind of emotion that, once it takes root, grows silently. Regardless of whether you are willing to face it or not, even if you deliberately avoid it, it is difficult to suppress the eruption of such feelings.

It felt like seeing oneself working late into the night, without care or greeting, only the faint glow of the computer screen and the cold, forgotten coffee and cigarettes on the desk.

Jiang Hao began to feel uncomfortable, fueled by a man's paranoid pride and foolish chauvinism, and waved his hand to drive Du Ruo away.

Du Suoyuan looked at her strangely, feeling that Sun Tianyun was hiding something from him. Judging by Ying Zichun’s expression, it seemed she did not know the reason behind it either.

Xue Yue'er, fearing that Mo Jingyuan might not understand, explained her thoughts. The next second, Mo Jingyuan, sitting opposite her, let out a soft chuckle, though the mirth did not reach his eyes.

Leng Mingxu looked at the table and chairs in front of him in surprise. The edges of the wooden table were worn from age, and the chairs were ordinary plastic ones stained with oil, appearing somewhat wobbly.

Qiao Anming grabbed his car keys and was about to rush out, but noticed a note on the shoe cabinet in the entryway.

Cristiano Ronaldo faced the same problem: as soon as he touched the ball, a Liverpool player would be tracking him, with another providing cover not far away.

At the very least, in Qin Yue’s eyes, he was just like a well-behaved child in kindergarten, a model of discipline in the eyes of a teacher.

Although the Dark Demon Infant’s body was composed of dark matter and black fire, its heart and blood vessels were relatively transparent. The way they writhed and pulsed throughout its body felt as if it had truly walked out of the abyss of the underworld. Combined with its hideous face and the bulging veins, the sensation was so chilling that even a single glance felt like it would shorten one's life.

At the end of the corridor, an old man, filthy and disheveled, lay sprawled out on a massive, tattered animal hide, snoring with a thunderous sound that was even louder than the roar of a ferocious beast.

Chu Feng was silent. He frowned; if what the old beggar said was true, then the baleful energy within Lin Ao was far too intense. If he continued to grow this way, he would become increasingly extreme, and in the end, it was not unlikely that he would become a murderous tyrant.

"What are you doing?" Nan Shuang looked at Leng Xinghan in horror. Leng Xinghan merely smiled, the dagger in his hand slowly pressing against the side of Nan Shuang’s pale neck. Against the cold glint of the blade, the skin took on a luster akin to fine porcelain—a glow filled with both fragility and temptation.

Just as Sun Ping was still in shock, Sun Yuxing’s screams echoed repeatedly from the arena.

The Angel clan cultivator was truly desperate, exposing Qi Cai’s identity directly and inciting everyone present in hopes that they would join forces to deal with him.

"Brother, let us... let us leave." Yang Wanru tugged at Mo Qianyuan’s arm; she did not want to die here.

"Not now, but after I have recovered from my illness..." As he spoke, Murong Yanling walked in from outside, accompanied by a gaunt old woman. This was the healer he had found for Leng Xinghan—a grass-witch.

If Qin Shou was an obsession that Luo Fei could not cast from her mind, then Qing Huan, the third daughter of the Qing family in Rong Prefecture, was Qin Shou's own demon.