Chapter 45

Su Wan's cheeks flushed slightly. As the two embraced, they could feel each other's breath mingling between them.

Qin Yi pinched Su Wan's nose. "Wanwan, you should say, 'You are mine, too.'"

Qin Yi's sweet words were always masterfully delivered.

Su Wan smiled faintly and wrapped her arms around Qin Yi's neck.

"Mhm~!" Her voice carried a hint of shyness. She was not good at uttering sweet words, but she felt that Qin Yi was hoping for a response at this moment, and she did not want to disappoint him.

Having received his reply, Qin—

The next day, Gu Qinglu and Mo Ziyan still did not come to class. The discussions in the classroom grew even louder, though at least until it was confirmed whether the Gu family had truly collapsed, no one dared to push things to the absolute extreme.

Continuing to walk through the maze-like tombs, using blood-scent perception from time to time to detect the distribution of skeletons around them, they navigated through the crypts entirely using this method.

Hearing these words, Luo Xi truly laughed out loud. He couldn't look at other men, so he could only look at him?

"Enough, drop the hypocritical act! When your warriors died, why did you return? Why didn't you perish together with them?" Sui Yuan demanded coldly. Chris immediately lowered his head, bending over as cold sweat dripped onto the ground.

Murong Feng faced the empty air, smiled slightly, cupped his hands in a traditional greeting, and remained silent.

"General Ziyan..." Shi Li barely started to speak when more than ten soldiers, wielding sharp blades, lunged at him simultaneously, giving him no further opportunity to speak.

Lin Feng stayed inside his room for a very, very long time. Finally, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he walked out. Could it be that Lin Feng had already guessed who the undercover sentinel of the Rhine Emperor was?

Lin轩 clicked on the instructional disc that came with the Primordial Breath, and an old man appeared on screen. He was a little over one meter seventy tall, but looked very spirited. This was the combat mode included with the disc.

Lin Xuan nodded. Although he didn't understand the words, he grasped the meaning. He walked over to Linna and stood very close to the two gargoyles.

"Greetings, Senior." Shenfeng Xiang Yang Tianlong cupped his fists. Judging by the aura Yang Tianlong had just displayed, Shenfeng knew that Yang Tianlong's strength was definitely superior to his own.

He felt that such an existence surely did not exist in this dimension. If there were one, Qian Buhuan would have appeared by now. Wait a minute, Qian Buhuan seemed to be over thirty already, right? Oh well, perhaps he had guessed wrong.

Jiang Yun was already aware of some of the circumstances, or else he wouldn't have been able to enlist him to handle the matter. However, he hadn't expected the situation to be this severe; it seemed that some aspects of what he knew had been concealed.

This place was called the Dragon Burial Ground because cultivators had once slain a divine dragon here, and the lingering dragon's resentment had cursed this valley.

Hearing that it was not a private matter, Shaoqing felt relieved. Even if it were private, she wouldn't have spoken of it anyway. Avoiding offending people was always the best course of action right now.

As He Wanyun thought of using heavenly fire to burn the bearded man, the heavenly fire charged toward him without the slightest hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the next item available for exchange turned out to be a ring. Upon seeing its name, Chen Feng's heart stirred, and he quickly directed his gaze to the description below.

"That's not it. I, Luo Chenfeng, have never been afraid of anything. I just feel there might be some misunderstanding here. Once it's cleared up, perhaps we won't be enemies after all," Luo Chenfeng said. He was still worried that Han Bing had been secretly cultivated by the Yin-Yang Demonic Fiends, and if it escalated to the elders, it would not end well.

Compared to constantly using his perception, for Chen Junyi, simply memorizing this data to navigate was much easier.

At that moment, Han Bing appeared once again within that chaotic space. Before him was still that golden throne. How familiar all of this seemed; the only difference was that sitting upon the throne now was an emperor, clad in a golden robe and wearing a golden crown, bearing a majestic expression with an aura that eclipsed past and present.

Duan Ye's heart instantly leaped into his throat. Who was it? Was it Tuofa Ling, Lan Xin, or someone else entirely?