Chapter 58: She kept burrowing desperately into his arms…

"You think a petty trick of self-harm will make this Heir apparent let you off?!" Pei Dongzhou figured this was, in all likelihood, just another one of Shen Shuyi's schemes.

If he let her lead him by the nose every single time, wouldn't that simply fuel her arrogant and despotic attitude even further?

He absolutely could not let her succeed time and time again.

Shen Shuyi only felt that her precious life could be snuffed out at any second. She just wanted to survive—why was it so difficult?

Where was the system? The male lead was practically about to kill her, and the system wasn't even going to help her?!

"Thunderclouds, your grandpa is coming for you!!!" Ling Zuotian let out a roar, driven by the reckless spirit of a moth flying into a flame. Without a shred of regret, he plunged headfirst into the sea of thunderclouds.

"Truly worthy of the Immortal Fate Assembly, truly worthy of celestial methods!" Someone gazed infatuatedly in the direction where the young man had vanished, muttering the words over and over.

Ling Zuotian smiled faintly and said, "Armament Haki," and his naturally yellowish hands suddenly turned pitch black.

A mocking laughter echoed from beneath his dark-yellow eyes, but Hoff turned a deafening ear to it. He merely retreated step by rigid step, shuffling backward until he stepped upon a fragment of his shattered long halberd, producing a sharp, distinct sound.

The mist of the Misty Hidden Peak was alive. It was like a capricious and mischievous elf, always arriving unannounced and dispersing just as quickly. When it was in a good mood, it would linger continuously for days or even a month or two; when it was in a bad mood, it would vanish the moment it showed its face... without any warning or pattern, shifting and unpredictable.

The control and suppression effects of the Hundred Flowers Realm drastically weakened the fierce fiend-spirits' combat prowess. Even though their numbers were three to four times greater, it felt as though the fierce fiend-spirits were the ones being surrounded and besieged. Shifting targets and swapping opponents to disengage from combat felt practically as free as freedom could possibly be.

Following a brief silence, a wave of startled gasps erupted across the street as everyone stared in shock at the figure in white. Such strength at so young an age was something they were witnessing for the first time in all these years, and they all knew the Luo family had kicked a massive iron plate this time.

Meiniang didn't doubt the Phantom Demon Young Master's words. She was well aware that once he gathered enough mortal incense and devotion, this Void-Treading realm would instantly turn into a graveyard of the dead, and by then, indeed no one would want to stay here.

Yet, they still suspected they were being tracked and monitored, so they dared not come to Blood Jade City to meet Wang Chen according to their agreement.

"Alright, it's a settlement then. We're going out for barbecue together, and it's on me!" Su Yin said to You Zishi.

It wasn't unusual for Ying Gezhi to visit the Dream-Returning Pavilion to summon companions, nor was it unusual for him to have a courtesan stay overnight to keep him company. However, sending such a massive haul of gifts to a pleasure house naturally drew a great deal of attention.

Saint John had come this time to pay a visit to Wang Ming. Some time ago, Wang Ming's Zeus had engaged in a conflict with Zeus's son. Zeus, the God King of the Western Continent, had heard that Wang Ming was the most powerful sage in the Primordial World, and consequently harbored a lingering dread in his heart.

His tongue wrapped around my lips, and glaring at him, I bit down hard. Refusing to let go and enduring the pain, he continued to suck gently on my tongue.

Just a moment ago, the very instant she stepped out, his heart seemed to have lost its capacity to beat. Only now did it begin to pound frantically, beating so violently that he had to press a hand against his left chest and take heavy, deep breaths just to keep the ache at bay.

Norman Carlisle offered a bitter smile in response to Alexander Stuart's confidence. Clearly, Norman Carlisle did not share the same confidence in Alexander Stuart that Alexander Stuart had in himself.

I did have a habit of getting manicures, but ever since he left, worry had consumed my heart, leaving me with no inclination to visit a nail salon.

"Of course we can, it's just a pity about the Japanese chef I just hired." Solomon Loeb's stance on this matter was absolute. Never mind that Japan had tens of millions of people—Solomon Loeb honestly didn't care about the lives of those tens of millions at all.

There was no one inside the restroom. Sijun Hao shoved Aimu against the vanity sink, pressing his body flush against hers.

Furthermore, given the Emperor's relationship with Nangong Mo, he would flatly refuse. He'd better just weather today's ordeal first, he mused inwardly.