42. What to Do When Everyone Is Straight 07

Lately, Su Luo’s fans have been feeling quite smug; with just a casual move from their legendary idol, such a massive stir was created. They have been eagerly waiting for Su Luo to livestream, but the guy just won't do it. No one knows what he’s busy with, and there hasn’t been a peep from him. There are so many questions they want to ask, like whether he’s managed to woo the campus belle of the Music Conservatory yet.

Wang Hao nodded as well. "I’ve been keeping a close eye on the backend data ever since the interoperability between FF and QQ was established. I was the first to see the contents of this report. I have to say it too: Chairman Lin, you’re incredible!" He gave a thumbs-up.

Fewer than two or three out of every ten soldiers in the Solomon Alliance army managed to break through the encirclement; they were severely crippled after that single battle.

By midnight, the two young girls were sprawled on the bed, exhausted and fast asleep, while the barrier on the walls continued to ripple faintly.

Li Jing led his grand army, preparing to return to the capital. General Han had already led the soldiers who originally guarded Yinchuan to the Helan Mountain pass to stand guard, while Wei Cheng, having seen Li Yuanchang off, had returned and was now to remain stationed in Yinchuan City.

Covered by dense vegetation, the inconspicuous mountain valley occasionally revealed corners of ruined walls amidst the trees—the remnants of a city from an unknown era and style.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled, and everyone started in alarm, immediately bracing themselves. "Don't be nervous, it's back," the Purple Emperor said hurriedly.

Most people can only see the surface, but the two camera crews filming them saw things differently from the average viewer, teasing each other and bursting into laughter as they watched.

Ye Weiyu called home to inform her parents that the Lin family would be visiting, setting a time so the Ye household could prepare.

Just as she slipped under the covers, Ye Weiyu felt him return in her daze. She turned over, instinctively seeking his arm, burrowed into his embrace, and found a comfortable position to drift back to sleep.

As the staff was waved, the snow on the mountain peak began to float up in layers, swirling and gathering. Accompanied by this vortex, a violent wind began to blow across the originally calm summit.

Walking down one of the nine passages of the ancient ruins, Mu Chen heard his own footsteps echoing against the walls and bouncing back. It couldn't help but give one a sense of lonely eeriness, as if the path ahead would never come to an end.

Shi Guoqing’s expression shifted, and he walked away from Chang Le, clutching his bowl. Chang Le stared at Shi Guoqing’s back in a daze for a moment before he resumed eating his now-lukewarm meal.

The demon monk, however, refused to accept defeat and unleashed a finishing move: the Diamond Palm. The demon monk not only possessed a Diamond Body for protection but also had diamond-like offensive techniques.

"Really? That’s great!" Upon hearing this news, Ye Zi was genuinely happy. Now, she would be able to see Ying'er every day at Saint Feather Academy.

Why did they have to exhaust every means to tear them apart? He didn't need any love other than Silver Moon's; why was there no one who could understand him?

The setting sun faded away. The magnificent Tang Dynasty landscape, filled with dreamy and beautiful grassy plains and blue clouds, was soaked in the lingering rays of the sunset, weaving together layers of heavy, orange-gold splendor. This hue made the scenery appear all the more vast, magnificent, and breathtaking.

In the carriage, Xiahou Huan kept thinking about what Yi Yunshi had said before leaving. What did he mean by saying he was already a married man? Could it be that he had taken a fancy to some girl, or perhaps he was already betrothed?

"This... I take responsibility..." Yi Yunshi looked at Xiahou Huan’s grim, menacing expression in terror, managing only these few words after a long while.

As the throbbing pain intensified, Shen Boru felt as if his Dantian point were about to burst. In reality, the situation was exactly as he felt; the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was crazily inflating his Dantian, showing signs of rupture.

Furthermore, that guy wielding his sword backhanded created afterimages in an instant—really, it was a string of shadows circling Gao Han, cutting at him with a speed that defied description. Regardless, as I watched from here, I saw two cold glares of light appear almost simultaneously.

Han Chen himself was a martial artist, and the Qi-Gathering Array worked on him as well, but as the caster of the spell, he could no longer enjoy the benefits of the array. Thus, while the other alchemists had their spiritual essence replenished, he still had to cultivate on his own for a while.

The noise of the day had faded, and the approaching twilight shrouded the whole world. Every household extinguished their lights to sleep and recuperate, waiting to toil for their livelihoods again once dawn broke.

The two were so engrossed that they didn't notice Yin’s lips trembling as she closed her eyes. Her entire face was flushed, the color spreading down to her neck, and even her hands and feet, exposed outside her bathrobe, were tinted with a faint rouge.

Although he had been on guard, the speed of the undulating black flames, which seemed like teleportation, left Han Chen unable to gather enough power to block them in time.

The Noble Consort? Who is the Noble Consort? Could it be Hua Feiwen? Did the Emperor really confer the title of Noble Consort upon Hua Feiwen?

Especially those two girls, Chen Xin'er and Murong Wan, who were the types to fear that the world wouldn't be chaotic enough.

Outer sect disciples only knew some common immortal cultivation methods; if they couldn't become inner sect disciples, they remained no different from mortals.

Since Zhi'er dared to do such a thing, she had already cast aside all familial ties; how could she be persuaded by his few words?

Lin Shishi knew that this old man with the white beard was no simple character, but she didn't want to expose him, because the old man had no malicious intent and was genuinely concerned for their safety.

She hadn't expected that Xing Gaolou, who had sworn on his chest with such certainty before her, would turn around and close himself off for secluded cultivation.

"I'm a suckling babe? Do you know that