Chapter 64 Out of My Mind

Su Wan had originally been speechless at Qin Yi's words, but she could not withstand the tough guy acting spoiled, and somehow, she ended up nodding.

Just as Qin Yi wanted to take things a step further amidst their bewilderment and passion, Su Wan pressed her hands against his chest.

"No, not here. Let's, let's go home first." Struggling under Qin Yi's siege, Su Wan managed to force out these few short words.

Qin Yi chuckled softly, rubbing Su Wan's tousled hair. "Are you shy?"

Su Wan gnashed her teeth. Wasn't that obvious? To do that kind of thing in a place like this—did she even want her—

Watching Wang Ling soar towards the endless heights, a hint of regret flashed across Chi Jian's smiling face: He had already mastered the ability to fly himself, but how long would it take for him to charge straight into the nine heavens like Big Brother Wang?

Tang'er recalled carefully and realized that ever since she had met him, she had indeed never witnessed him use spiritual perception to accomplish anything with her own eyes.

Zhao Zimo's voice rang out slowly. No massive cheers erupted from beneath the stage, only a scattering of sparse applause. Having witnessed two brilliant performances back-to-back, many of the citizens of Hangzhou seemed to have lost all sense of anticipation for this year's courtesan contest.

Sure enough, the joining of the Paradise Island elites threw the demonic cultivators into complete chaos. The Wind and Thunder brothers took the lead, wielding the heavy hammers in their hands and carving out a bloody path as if splitting mountains and cleaving rocks.

Sun Fei instinctively raised his head to look at Yisalan, only to find that Yisalan's figure had now transformed into a pitch-black shadow with only two glowing points on her face, resembling eyes. This shadow distorted and shifted with the tremors of the surrounding airflow, as if it could be torn into shreds at any moment.

Xiao Ying and the two others continuously advanced toward Shaoxing City, relentlessly shooting arrows at sea beasts to free the late-stage Martial Emperor of Shaoxing City.

Zhao Zhigao still felt a lingering fear. If he hadn't known deeply that ever since they were in the village, Yang-ge's decisions had never wavered, he would have even considered extreme measures back in Hailian to control and tie Yang-ge up.

As early as their first year of high school, Ye Shanghan had already learned of Wang Fang's stubbornness, but he had never expected that Wang Fang's stubbornness would far exceed his imagination. For a moment, Ye Shanghan was at his wit's end.

A sudden fragrance permeated the room, piercingly sweet and unsettling to the mind. Before Tang'er could even see clearly what it was, she fainted to the ground.

Then, under the watchful gaze of four or five skeletons and a corpse lying in liquid, the two of them ate Ruoming's first meal of the day, which was also Lin Xiangtian's second meal of the day.

"What about the family across the door..." Jian Ju lifted her chin. She was truly terrified that An Xiaoxiao would turn back, accept Qi Xuan again, and become his extramarital mistress. If that were really the case, she would never bother herself with An Xiaoxiao's rotten affairs ever again; everything would simply be the evil fruit of self-deprecation and self-inflicted suffering.

To be honest, playing this kind of game was far more fun than playing games on a computer or a mobile phone. It burned your brain, tested your intelligence and abilities—whoever was more skillful would be the winner.

There was no time to lose. Although she was quite scared, Yao Ling still took out the Demon-Revealing Mirror, bit her finger, and hurriedly chanted a string of incantations. Experiencing actual combat for the first time, Yao Ling messed up the incantations several times, but fortunately, this Painted Skin Ghost seemed to like putting on a mysterious front, buying her a lot of time.

"No need!" Ye Yunkong struggled to his feet and walked away with a limp, followed by bursts of roaring laughter. The match then resumed.

This was specifically manifested in the fact that for any match in which CX participated, massive waves of refunds occurred for the tickets that had already been sold.

The next day, she woke up early as usual to work out, and then, feeling refreshed and invigorated, she hitched a ride in her dad's car to work.

Mo Po wiped away a tear that unconsciously spilled from the corner of her eye. Had she gotten old lately, to actually become so prone to sentimentality and melancholy?

"What should I do?" Damiani murmured, his words full of bewildered panic and helplessness.

Wasn't she eating with Qi Fan? Originally, the two tables were quite far apart—how did she discover him? She wouldn't have brought Qi Fan here as well, would she?