Great Demon King 21

Starlight Academy did not have many afternoon classes; they usually ended two hours before sunset, and sometimes the entire afternoon was completely free. Having nothing to do and remembering the recommendation letter Yan Shaoqin had given her, Tang Zixi decided to go to Flying Fox Valley for her interview.

Although Orfan managed to shake off the harassment of the floating cannons, he failed to keep pace with the three of them. After pursuing them into the range of the mothership's artillery, he was met with a barrage of chaotic gunfire and ultimately had to abandon the chase.

"As long as you're safe, I can rest easy. Please join our forces along with the Jupiter fleet," Yue Hai said.

Tong En forced herself to stay calm. With trembling fingers, she reached toward the truth that no longer held any suspense and slowly pulled open the drawer. A flat velvet box lay quietly inside. Mechanically opening it, she was quietly greeted by a shimmering, silver-white platinum necklace.

In fact, the Heir was not unfamiliar with Dai Jin at all. Ever since the Chu family fell into disgrace, the Heir had heard about Dai Jin's situation and had already cared deeply about her.

Ji Siming remained silent for a long time, leaving Tong En with no choice but to break the ice herself. But the moment the words left her mouth, she immediately felt that asking this question right now might not be very appropriate.

This was the first time the elderly matrons had ever heard that taking a life could also generate karmic merit. They had never heard of such a thing before; saving a life builds a pagoda of seven tiers, but how could taking a life possibly accrue merit?

"Look, I've pretty much recovered. From now on, you won't have to go through the exhausting daily routine of walking me to school!" I said, making a show of pacing back and forth in front of Lele several times.

He glanced back at his eager troops and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Pass down the order: all divisions fall back three miles! Cease the siege for now!"

Upon learning that Yun He's latest enemy was once again an evil entity, Mu Xueyi immediately thought of the purifying power of the Purple Spirit Pearl, which might just prove to be the key to turning the tide and securing victory.

Mo Jue silently cursed to himself, realizing this had been a feint all along—Zhang Yi had not actually used much of his strength, and Mo Jue had fallen right into the trap due to a momentary lapse in vigilance.

Cheng Liang watched the repelled Vermilion Bird. Although it appeared unharmed, the exhaustion weighing upon its body was glaringly obvious.

The first thing that caught Su Qiao's eye was a heap of pig trotters—to be precise, soybean and pork trotters soup, which formed the first layer. The dishes on the second and third layers had names Su Qiao didn't even recognize; they looked like pine nut fish and braised pork ribs, or something similar. The very final layer consisted of plain white rice.

Yet, by the same token, it was precisely because of this inherently noble status that she had been subjected to unfair treatment.

At the very center of the martial arts arena stood a terrace over ten zhang high. Atop the exact center of the terrace rested a magnificent throne encrusted with gemstones, upon which sat a clean-shaven, fair-skinned middle-aged man in his forties.

Hua Zhi used his trembling left hand to open the wooden box, but in his clumsiness, he accidentally tipped it over, causing it to spill onto the ground. Fortunately, that severed arm had rolled out, and it was still radiating a rich, vibrant life force.

Upon entering the office, Li Zheng sat down quietly in a corner, making not a sound, looking very much like a competent and dedicated bodyguard.

He was leading the men of the Ninth Gate in searching the surrounding area for the entourage of divine envoys, remaining vigilant against any movements of theirs attempting to flee northward.

This ultimately drove Wu Song into a rage, leading him to kill the two of them and use their severed heads as a memorial sacrifice to Wu Dalang, after which he was exiled to the military frontiers.

At this moment, Li Nainxin felt as though not a single part of his body was intact; not only were his meridians shattered inch by inch, but his flesh was battered beyond recognition. If anyone were to lay eyes on Li Nainxin at this very moment, they would likely be overcome with retching.

Yet if they did that, and truly excavated and cleared out the entire ancient tomb, this orchard would basically be ruined.

The children below were dazzled by titles like president, outstanding youth, and master's degree, all of them wearing looks of adoration. Though they didn't really understand what those titles meant, this older brother certainly looked impressive.

Then, obedient-looking yet as skeletal as Li Nainxin, the projection sat cross-legged in the void of his dantian.

The second-floor balcony was only a little over three meters above the ground. Chen Xia grabbed the edge with his hands, and once he lowered his body, his feet were merely a meter or so from the ground.

This method could be considered quite decent, all things considered. After all, Senior Ghost Talisman needed to maintain this entrance and couldn't spare the help. Nor could I release anyone else, as that would only waste more time.

Li Lin had slain quite a few disciples of the Blood Refining Sect. However, as the sect's disciples grew increasingly cautious, he gradually found fewer opportunities to strike. Instead, during this period, Li Lin killed one of the sect's disciples and discovered that everything the Blood Refining Sect had been doing was for the sake of constructing an altar.

My attack remained suspended, hanging like a sharp sword right above their heads, making the Golden Dragon feel immensely uneasy. Suddenly, the Golden Dragon let out a furious roar, and instantly, layers of golden radiance surged all around its body. This golden radiance seemed to possess a repulsive barrier effect, directly blasting Ji Ya flying backward.

Wang Tian spread his hands. Zhao Liuru was under even more pressure than he was; to put it bluntly, she was the one calling the shots, while he was merely doing odd jobs. When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up, and Zhao Liuru was that tall one—the kind of pressure she bore was simply not something an ordinary person could endure.

Lin Xiao once again felt a sense of utter despair. What did Lin Xixi mean by this? Did she want to distance herself from him and completely sever all ties?

Though furious, Bai Zhiyin had not lost her mind. Recalling the ghastly manner of the imperial guards' deaths, she summoned a sword with a solemn expression.

If her mother woke up, how was she to explain? Harboring such thoughts, she walked with an exceptionally slow pace.

Gu Ziling flicked her hand away and walked backward, yet she still couldn't shake him off. Frowning, she glared at Leng Yichen, and immediately, a wave of surging emotions rushed to her head.

After sitting for a while, Mu Yingsheng stood up. Having informed Li Yan, she headed in the direction of the restroom.

According to what Lin Xixi had said, Qin Feng ought to have been attending classes at school the day before yesterday, yet he hadn't returned home ever since.

Having completed all the check-ups, Lin Xiao helped Lin Xixi out. Anyone could tell that he was so happy he was practically flying.