Volume 1, Chapter 38: Crafting a Bewildering Trap

However, when she told Qiu Zhi that they had only lost two mice, his expression became less tense.

She turned and walked toward the phoenix throne atop the steps, her wide, gold-threaded skirt sweeping across the glazed floor, the embroidered golden phoenixes shimmering brilliantly.

She shook her head, shrinking back and hiding timidly behind Cao Cheng. She gestured forward with her finger, signaling that Cao Cheng should lead the way.

Su Xiyun prepared a bundle of silver, several sets of winter clothes, and some jewelry and trinkets, wrapping them into a large pack before calling Qin Lian'er inside.

Cold sweat soaked Qin Fei’s back, his heart racing with palpitations. He had just had the illusion of being stared at by a ferocious beast, and he was so frightened he nearly collapsed to the ground.

For the sake of freedom, she did not hesitate to reveal that others were also hiding there, even mentioning the doomsday weapon.

"Isn't it just because your charm is too great, Zhuqing? Besides, Xue'er has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she has actually accepted you deep down, she just can't let go of her pride," Lan Si said with a gentle laugh.

Although Ge Tian detested that slap from Cao Cheng and her buttocks still burned with pain, it was precisely this pain that made the man begin to linger in her heart.

The other two were not spared either; struck by the black mist, they immediately disintegrated, turning into piles of spare parts on the ground.

Su Xiyun had missed the opening ceremony of the villa, but she later made a special trip to visit it.

Seeing this, Ye Zhining’s hand flickered, and a flash of crimson streaked before everyone’s eyes... The Second Elder died without ever understanding why, despite having followed orders, Ye Zhining still killed him.

The power of the Tao is a thing of the past and must not interfere with the future. The purpose of this Yin-Nether Blood Hook is simple: to create a definitive boundary between the current world and that era, ensuring they remain separate and unrelated.

Hearing this from Zhi Zhi, Song Jian hurriedly began to expand his reach to the surroundings, sensing whether there were any more soul sparks nearby.

Pei Zizheng wanted to explain further, but the man beside him tightened his gaze like a leopard. Terrified, Pei Zizheng felt his legs tremble and scrambled out the door as if fleeing for his life.

Glancing to the side, Xuanyuan Chen was still sleeping soundly. I wanted to drift off as well, but I felt not a hint of drowsiness. After tossing and turning for a while, I simply wrapped myself in the quilt, sat up, and began to ponder some things.

***

For Dong Jiangquan, everything was different; he understood the combat of Profound Practitioners too well, even in the case of Wu Feng as he was now.

The box tumbled to the ground, and its contents spilled out: a terrifying doll stained with blood, its eyes wide, lips blackened, and hair matted and filthy, looking just like the spirit of someone who had suffered a wrongful death.

Zhuang Feifei wore an extremely resentful expression; she said nothing, merely biting her lip and looking at him with a pitiful, mournful gaze.

Tang Hongdou was a bit dazed. If she had to choose, rather than a bouquet of roses twice the size of her face, she would find a few rose-flavored pastries much more practical.

"I just spoke what was on my mind..." Dongfang Mo did not consider these to be sweet nothings; these were things he had truly thought about before.

The Bagua diagram descended slowly. At the same time, a suit of armor with a black-and-white base assembled itself onto Bai Yu from top to bottom.

Ye Fei’s thoughts raced. Since he wasn't sure if they had seen that scene, he didn't dare to speak recklessly.

Qi Shao's spiritual power was gradually reaching its end, yet Ye Fei did not hasten his attack, continuing to strike slowly, making him wait for death in the midst of a gradual assault.

They finally met the legendary Seventh Leader and witnessed the influence he held in this Four Directions City.

Su Chunxiao took the car keys and turned to leave. Two thugs from the Snow Territory Group followed, carrying the dog cage behind them.

In truth, the work Che Yu did was riskier, but by comparison, Che Yu at least knew to save some money.

"This is simply... simply..." he muttered, trying his best to find a word to express the horrific imagination he had just experienced.

"Right, let’s try a drinking game. Once they’re both drunk, strip them bare and toss them into bed! If something happens, great; if not, we'll just act as if it did!" Li Lieyun laughed heartily.

To be precise, it was Zhao Chuyun who finally stood up from the high platform and issued a challenge to the top-ranked Jun Wuming.

"Why wait for me? You didn't know when I would come out. Aren't you hungry?" Lan Jing said as she boarded the carriage.

***

I looked at the old monk and felt a sudden pang of pity. If it weren't for the fact that Dade had drunk a bit too much back then, he wouldn't have provoked this man. I asked, "What is your purpose in coming to China?"

Now, various factions had formed within the Ming Sect: the local Ming Sect forces were naturally the sect's disciples, the external forces were the prisoner legions that had defected, and there were also those from Dragon Mountain, as well as Ao Long, who was closest to Ling Feng.

Following my suggestion, Hu finally relaxed a little. Since he was relaxed, I helped him along with a kick, sending him tumbling down.

Holding his heavy shield, Li Lin suddenly pushed forward, making a motion to charge. Then, his right leg stomped heavily onto the ground with a thunderous roar, sending a violent shockwave across the entire arena that caused the "Madman" in front of him to falter.

Like the Xiongnu, the Eastern Hu people "migrated in pursuit of water and grass, having no fixed cities or fields for cultivation." However, since the Warring States period, they had engaged in mutual warfare with the various states of Yan and Zhao in the Central Plains, relying on their strength to pillage neighboring tribes.

"Is this how I die?" Chu Yuan crashed heavily to the ground, feeling his life slipping away as if everything had become unreal.

Fire-attribute profound energy coursed through Qiao Ying's body. Ling Feng discovered a special component in her energy, and it was this that had caused the mutation.

Most of the shops on the street were closed, with only a few bars remaining open, and pedestrians had become even more scarce.

Old Mao could only swallow his bitterness. Although he couldn't stomach the frustration, there was nothing else to be done; Xiang Xuehai and Jiang Yi were clearly connected, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Heishui’s expression was grave, his arm trembling slightly; Ling Feng’s formidable physique had caused him to suffer a hidden loss.

"Shang Han, the Northern Nether Shang family declared eighteen years ago that they would not intervene in our chess game. What is this? Are you intending to break the contract?" someone said coldly, staring at Elder Han.

She had thought Xiao Chen was truly capable of dealing with a Golden Core stage expert, but it turned out he was just putting on a brave face, risking his life to protect her.