Chapter 110: Why Him?

Everyone was taken aback, even the Purple Heart Ghosts over there showed unusual expressions, their eyes blazing with intensity.

As soon as she regained consciousness, a scream erupted inside the carriage. Zhao Yafu’s face was filled with terror as she frantically checked her body, especially wincing at the discomfort from her lower region. Tears immediately streamed down her cheeks.

Seeing the three in this state, Ye Feng’s expression gradually darkened, his aura rising steadily.

Over there, Nakamura Ifu’s face was pale, his internal injuries severe. Hearing the Eastern language caused him to tremble involuntarily.

“Alright, you’re impressive. Rest tomorrow. My mother will call you over in the morning; she wants to discuss something with you,” Xia Han said earnestly.

In the past, Han Ming was like a rat everyone wanted to chase away. Now, Han Ming intended to truly unleash his power once more, planning long-term for his future.

Regarding the so-called strong man mentioned by his sister, Morgan Lin certainly knew—after all, that strong man was the one his sister had secretly admired all along. Yet now Morgan Lin realized the man his sister adored was actually his own lover, leaving him momentarily at a loss for how to feel.

The dwarves felt a sudden shock; just hearing that name reminded them of the bright sunshine and clear breezes outside.

Seeing the lipstick at Yang Fan’s mouth corner, Shen Mengqing suddenly felt embarrassed. Her face flushed as she hurried away to the restroom.

Ye Zhiyang understood that Yang Yifeng was advancing while tempering his body and soul with demonic energy, seemingly testing the limits of his tolerance.

Upon reflection, Li Ran felt some regret. Although Yang Lu revealed what had happened in front of the Royal Entertainment Hall, causing Sun Yi distress, it was indeed his own improper behavior being witnessed that led to the subsequent chain of events.

Ye Zihan raised an eyebrow lightly but did not pay it much mind. She nodded, then stood and walked toward the bedroom.

Of course, the first two rumors carried some credibility. As for the third, it sounded absurd and was likely just a rumor, though if one took an extreme view, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

“In my era, simply surviving was an arduous struggle for ordinary people,” Mendeleev said softly.

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That was not the true reason the colossal creature floated; it likely employed a floating system similar to those airships.

“Your Highness, I will escort you first to the Night Emperor’s Palace to fetch the young madam,” Beize said with utmost respect. Nangong Liye nodded in agreement.

Thus, Zhuang Qingqing’s intuition, combined with the experience Huo Lingfeng brought her, made her feel the other party was concealing their true identity. But as a mere journalist, she thought these matters were irrelevant to her; her duty was solely to conduct interviews.

His body’s regeneration was remarkable; wounds had healed considerably, yet in his heart, he secretly hoped they would not heal too quickly.

This made the identity of the Black Mist Beast Soul easy to guess—it was very likely the lingering remnant or soul of the Netherworld Black Tiger, still surviving.

With each cycle of the Immortal Sutra, he felt his body’s spiritual essence grow stronger, the divine energy within purer. His comprehension and practice of the Immortal Sutra deepened, becoming more effortless and graceful.

Wan Youlin planned to move near Aura. Xi Xiu believed the Han Hai people would abandon Tianwei Star and head straight to Aura since intelligence indicated Aura was the easiest target.

Two masters faced Mo Guangyuan’s formidable defense, employing various techniques to break through the Golden Lotus barrier.

Is this still Xia Yin? Why was her attitude toward Gu Yan and herself so different? And how were these two so close?

Afterward, they calmly planned to continue living here, never mentioning leaving this star domain.

The last time he saw Shen Longxuan use this method to defeat Ming Changtian, he found it incredible. Later he thought Ming Changtian might have been at a breakthrough stage, which explained why he was no match for Shen Longxuan.

“Yes, he’s nothing like Axun. Axun would never be this patient,” Li Yuanting said, fully aware of Qing Zhixun’s character.

Shen Longxuan’s soul floated freely within this golden spiritual sea, unhindered because the golden light spots were illusions.

At this moment, Li Yunhe smiled warmly, nodding and greeting the casino guests. His handsome face radiated confidence and calm composure.

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“Of course, you know I never tell lies,” Young Master Hong Ting said, taking a sip of tea.

He circled around, evading the crimson light spheres. Level 3 perception was active, yet he sensed no prying gaze.

Although Zhang Yuanyi was fond of Zhao Tingting, having just met, complete trust could not be established so quickly.

The charge of plotting against the emperor was severe. If Imperial Physician Ye made mistakes, then he alone bore responsibility.

Just as he was about to embrace her, both hands stretched out, the phone rang at an inopportune moment.

When Wu Ze stepped onto the stage, the guests who had been frowning and whispering gradually fell silent, while tears involuntarily streamed down the singer’s cheeks.

No matter how they struggled, they could not escape the terrifying aura surrounding them. They had never witnessed such a horrifying scene.

Yet, there was no other way—his blood supply was insufficient and had repeatedly failed, so he had recently been collecting blood from Aman.

His gaze fell on Shen Lili’s slender, delicate fingers, immediately drawn to them. Those sharp fingertips resembled fresh scallions—tender, pure, and vibrant.

About a dozen figures passed by before a boy about thirteen emerged. Though young, his aura was fierce, like a prehistoric beast, his vitality fearsome. Boundless murderous intent swirled between his brows.