Chapter 70

Chen Feng had not yet looked, but instantly felt that his hand now possessed a heightened sensitivity to the water in the basin. The subtle changes in temperature, the ripples caused by the flow, every tiny fluctuation could be clearly perceived. She had searched for some flat models, some Taobao models, and some models specially used by well-known online shops. Indeed, they were quite expensive. Each model’s price was calculated per piece of clothing—how much to shoot for one item. The pricier ones cost over a thousand; with so many items in one shop, the entire budget rose quickly.

Seeing Tong Xinya sitting on the ground, Shen Lingfeng frowned slightly, dissatisfied with her behavior. Hong Tao, of course, noticed as well. He had intended to greet Tong Xinya first, but didn’t expect Shen Lingfeng to come along. He knew Tong Xinya’s conduct was now improper, but there was nothing he could do.

Thus, if ordinary people tried to cultivate this technique using demonic methods, it was naturally impossible to succeed.

There was no way out. Shen Lingfeng refused to let go, and Tong Xinya’s gaze began to drift. Song Duan, not caring about anything else, reached out his other hand to push Tang Yuyan, who was standing nearby.

A gust of wind swept through the house, then seemed to split into two, passing by Xiao Ling and Dugu Cheng on either side.

The spacious glass storefront had a familiar ticket dispenser at the entrance. Through the glass, one could see the tidy restaurant inside. The scene matched perfectly the photos and videos seen online.

Si Wen didn’t understand at first, but soon realized—what she meant was, she was about as skilled as QM?

After waiting for nearly the time it takes to burn two sticks of incense, everyone grew anxious. Fu Lin then heard a sound at the entrance to the secret passage. Instantly, everyone tensed up, but after a moment, it turned out to be Wang Shisan who had returned. Only then did everyone relax.

Jun Yichen glanced at him askance, smiling, “Prince Murong and my royal brother could barely make a pair.” For the two were alike, both fond of excitement and watching drama, sometimes unwittingly adding insult to injury.

After centuries of struggle, the Dan-Nar region, caught in repeated contention, became an independent nation. The people there gradually became mixed descendants of the Great Heng and Orissa, giving rise to the Kingdom of Dan-Nar.

The itch was worst on her head. She scratched vigorously, her long curls turned messy, resembling a bird’s nest.

“How do you think justice is needed, and by whom?” Corsi touched his sore eye corner, cursing inwardly—those audience members certainly didn’t hold back.

“Does Uncle Moss always oppose you?” Ling, recalling her rescuer, couldn’t help but ask.

Disease is impartial; it does not spare you because you are emperor or noble.

With less than a month to go until childbirth, though Irene lacked the usual mortal anxieties, deep down she still hoped her husband would stay by her side.

When Xu Fan reached the third floor, his hair and face, previously struck by lightning, miraculously recovered. His true energy returned to its peak—pure and powerful, quite wondrous.

Mo Jue knew nothing of Ji Ming’s words. He sat upright on the floor, eyes vacant, lost in thought.

In the end, all the food brought was devoured, yet the turtle soup ordered later was left untouched.

Of course, should a one-night affair occur through coincidence, he would not deliberately avoid it.

To continue opposing Mu Rongqian now meant certain death. Returning home might offer a chance at survival, since Mu Rongqian herself initiated the provocation. This was a matter between families; those working under them had no say.

Soon night fell. Rocky and his companions arrived at the City That Never Sleeps. Sigma Corporation had made thorough arrangements, sending people to the airport long before. After disembarking the airship, Rocky and his party boarded a carriage straight to the ballroom venue.

With a hiss, Adya’s long spear pierced the body of a ninth-level warrior after years of honing. The spear shook violently, instantly shattering the still-living victim impaled upon it.

Weasel stared blankly at the figure pierced by the chakra blade, his eyes bloodshot, red as if about to shed tears of blood.

“If you find it delicious, eat more.” Mu Rongqian smiled, handing her own portion to Zhang Hao, and poured out the wine she brought, giving Zhang Hao a glass of red wine.

“I could tell. I know you don’t like it, so I called you out.” Lei Shanshan laughed.

“You go out first. I’m so hot, I want to take a bath,” Zhang Hao said. There was a bathroom in the room, so there was no need to leave.

Seeing Chishouro enter the grand courtyard, Tanjiro raised his head. His face, pale with nerves, managed a forced smile.

Not only the guards, but also the concubines and maids encountered on the way to the Empress Dowager’s palace couldn’t help but gossip upon seeing Mu Qingge’s unfamiliar face.

“Ron, get a grip. Surely you’re not a descendant of Godric Gryffindor?” Sylvia frowned, her gaze at Ron tinged with disgust. She suddenly missed Hermione; at least with Hermione, conversations required less explanation.

Crane looked bewildered, unsure how Aria arrived at such a conclusion. Meanwhile, the disappointed Cap burst out laughing.

Lucius felt a chill at the nape of his neck; only he knew best what he had done.

Luo Zongming, barely alive, stretched out his hand, pointing toward Tianbao Temple, his face full of resentment.