Chapter 109: Still Waiting for Me to Kiss You?

Page (1/3) The extreme contrast left everyone present utterly bewildered. They were all wondering who on earth was on the other end of the phone! Why would Di Yunshen speak to her in such a gentle, patient voice!

"I mean, are you angry at someone else? What's wrong?"

Then, Di Yunshen's icy gaze locked onto Shen Ci, who was standing nearby, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized him up with danger.

......

When the two emerged from underground and saw the vast, flat expanse of the snowfield, their hearts were deeply shaken, and they could not help but marvel at the awe-inspiring power of the Heavenly Dao.

Lin Ziyue had been shaken to the point of spitting blood by the shockwaves down below. Fortunately, the explosion had occurred high in the air; had it detonated on the ground, she would have vanished into nothingness in an instant.

The commoners began to chatter amongst themselves, some skeptical, others eager to watch the chaos unfold.

Yet, she failed to catch a single pear blossom petal. Closing her eyes, tears welled up and slipped down her cheeks: *Is Heaven punishing me for my hesitation, ensuring I cannot have either Yanzhong or Dizhi?*

Feeling the hot breath emanating from the dragon-beast's snout, Su Mu swallowed hard and instinctively took two steps back, his heart hammering wildly in his chest.

Over the past few days, the entire Chen'an Kingdom had plunged into chaos due to the conflict between the Xuanxiao Sect and the Heavenly Netherworld Cult. These two groups of people were disciples of the factions supporting either side.

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Page (2/3) "Didn't you say that things are meant to be used by people? You could even use Sound-Wind Wood to make a phoenix hairpin for me, so what does a mere five million spirit stones matter?" Mei Zhaoling said as sentimentally as possible, her watery eyes staring into Ye Ge's.

"No time! Can't you see my grandson is dead? What guests?" roared the Nascent Soul stage patriarch of the Tumu Clan.

Taking a deep breath, Su Mu shook his head to clear his mind of stray thoughts. He casually poured out the spirit stones and herbs from the numerous storage bags he had plundered onto the rocky ground beneath his feet, beginning to search for anything useful to him.

"Disciple..." King Zhuangzhou was startled. Wasn't Mei Zhaoling already dead? Which disciple was this now?

But the two thousand households of Fengyang Town were all ordinary people. Even if they fled, where could they go?

In the blink of an eye, both the arena and the spectator stands were frozen over. Everywhere the eye could see was covered in a layer of ice.

Having become the young master of the Barbarian Lion Clan, Zhang Qin cultivated bitterly day and night, finally breaking through to the Sky-Rending Realm at the age of thirty. Now, he had become a Fuyao Venerable.

Simu asked solemnly. He knew that since Fang Qingyuan had spoken these words, he must have a way to save them.

The old man looked at the empty space around him where his burial goods should have been, the expression on his face gradually shifting from confusion to something sinister.

Zhu Zhi also knew that this tree would not hold out for long. Once it hit the ground, they would surely become food for the monsters.

Skills like Haymaker, The Culling, and Pick a Card had already been used at school, and Lin Li had no intention of hiding them.

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Page (3/3) Others might not have felt it; for instance, An Xiao'er only felt a bit oppressed, and to avoid causing trouble for Zhou Yi, she took a few more steps back.

A dazzling light burst from the center of the altar, quickly sucking the two of them in, causing them to overlook the two people behind them.

Then, without waiting for the final result, the bidder—who had previously sat up straight with an air of absolute determination—now leaned back against the chair, signaling that this was their final bid, and they would give up if anyone bid higher.

"Hello..." Zhang Quan was sleeping soundly when the phone on his nightstand suddenly rang. He picked it up casually and answered.

"These lunatics," Lord Star Pegasus muttered under his breath as he watched it all unfold, cursing the members of the bandit group as battle-mad lunatics. He had never seen such a warmongering squad.

"We will also do our best to assist in the defense, ensuring both locations are secured," the other commanders said one after another.

Just as Ye Lan was about to look away, he saw Ao Guang, Yan, Zuo Luzhi, and a figure in white walking through the door. The figure in white held a staff, their face hidden beneath the wide brim of a hat, leaving it impossible to see clearly. Only two strands of black hair fell from beneath the brim, hanging over their chest. A sense of familiarity welled up in his heart—he had arrived.

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